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

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

The cat or the person?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

The cat, obviously. If his owner was here, I'd be off kicking his ass repeatedly.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Heh, if you say so.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

You have no idea. Don't get me started.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

So what happened to you during that crazy battle that everyone had?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[FROWN.] I died, okay? I spent it dead. That's all.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear it.

[Wow, no sarcasm at all.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Whatever. It's not like I haven't died here before. What's one more time?

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Every death diminishes us, Theo. It's not good for you to die.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. We come back the next day, after all.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

But you never know when the mechanism might fail. We trust the town too much.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Oddly enough, he used to say the same things. But the last few months he's been almost suicidal, if you could call it that.]

Yeah, it could. I don't really care either way.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Have you given up then?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Given up? Unlike the rest of you, I was never fighting to get out of here.