43rd Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[It's this simple, Mayfield: Theo Crawford comes home to find a black and white cat asleep on his bed. This is not his cat. It does not belong to anyone in town. But he recognizes it immediately.]

Aristophanes?!

[The cat rouses, seemingly happy to see the familiar face, and walks over to Theo demanding attention. Any members of the household or visitors who investigated the exclamation will find Theo staring dumbfounded at large tuxedo cat.]

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[He hasn't forgotten the girl who murdered him during Mayfield's last event, either. Revenge will come, but Theo has learned some patience since he's come to live here. Every day in Mayfield was the same. He was irked about be snuck up on, but felt better when he found out the prizes for the battle royale were pretty lame. His paranoia will be in overdrive, though. Anyone out today who is within a block or two of Theo, and can sense magic, will be able to detect strong protective spells radiating from him.

He's sitting on a park bench, reading a spell book while making notes in another. One of his crows sits on his shoulder, gently chattering at its master. The other is teasing the tomcat, squawking and dancing around it, but the cat doesn't really seem to care.]

Deimos, would you leave him alone already? If he claws you, don't come crying to me.

[The cat looks at Theo, who returns a flat look.] That's not an invitation, so don't get any ideas.

[Approach?]

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Aristophanes most certainly does not. He purrs.]

Hnn. I'd say take him, but he'll probably follow me home anyway.

[headedforhope]

I probably shouldn't, anyway. I doubt I'd have the time to take care of him properly.

Hm, how old is he? Any idea?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Old. He's immortal. My ment-- er, former mentor fed him an immortality potion as a test, and it worked. He's definitely over 60. As for what age he was when that happened, I don't know.

[headedforhope]

[unruffled]

Of all the things to test such an elixir on....

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

He was too chicken to try it on himself first.

[headedforhope]

Or you?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

He made it well before he met me. He said he refused to replicate it, despite every spellcaster ever breathing down his neck about it.

[headedforhope]

I can guess why, but I'm probably wrong.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It's a dangerous thing to unleash on the world, but would change everything. He'd be the most famous person in the world, but he was too wrapped up in his own miserable self to care.

[Theo doesn't know the reason why Doc never shared it was because he wasn't totally sure how he made it. Oh well.]