49th Ressurection

[sanctus_dei]

[Oh, a zombie plague? Thanks, Mayfield! Theo here is a very, very talented nercomancer, and has been dying (no pun intended) for a chance like this. Mayfield isn't a very conducive place to exercise his gifts, and now it's provide for him tons of undead he can have complete control over.

On Sunday and Monday, Theo will be just messing around with the zombies. Making them do stupid stuff, seeing how far he can exercise his control over them, how much energy it takes, what he can do. Never let it be said that Theo was anything but a careful, thorough spellcaster. He takes it very seriously, and it pays.

He'll even be setting up a game with them. You will find him sitting at the high school baseball field, having the zombies playing a rousing game while he sits in the stands, controlling the spells, laughing and having a grand old time. His crows are with him, cawing cheers with him.]

C'mon! Just cuz you're dead doesn't mean you can't pitch better than that. What, afraid your arm might fall off? Put some elbow grease into it!

[Did I mention he's been drinking too? Though that might be obvious at this point.]

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[By Tuesday and Wednesday though, Theo will be... degenerating. Slipping away. Simply put, the boy is crazy. Power and magic tends to quickly go to his head, and he goes overboard. That's how he got himself killed back home in the first place.

He'll be getting more sadistic with his toying, doing violent things with the infected people. Turning them on each other or people in the streets, running them off of buildings or into cars, using them as weapons against anyone who tries to stop him. He's crazy and dangerous. Coming after him at this point means you run the risk of being injured or killed. He's in his element here and is going to have as much fun as he can while it lasts!]

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[As far as his not!family, as long as they stay inside, they're in the safest house in town. Theo warded the hell out of that house over a year ago against an attack just like this, and nothing undead that Theo doesn't want there won't be making it past the yard without being incinerated by the spell. Theo will return on occasion, though. He needs spell components, and the main one for control of the undead is human ashes. The smoke and the smell from the yard of 337 Brady Lane is a disturbing sign that something is up, if anyone cares to investigate.]

Comments

Monday

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

[The Major wasn't a big fan of baseball. It wasn't that he held a grudge against the sport, or thought it was "too American", or anything along those lines. He just found it a boring sport, lacking in the aggression you usually associated with physical activity, and no where near as interesting as the best sport of war.

But baseball being played by zombies? Even he had to admit he found that an interesting premise, despite his usual lack of enthusiasm towards the game. And his eyes will eventually be drawn to the unzombified man sitting in the bleachers, who he'll give a short wave to.]

Quite a game, hmm?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Said man is sitting with two crows, a spell book, some jars and a flask of whisky. LIVIN' THE LIFE.

Theo doesn't give a damn about sports and doesn't really know the finer points of the game, but doesn't really care. Right now, this is hilarious.]

Hell yeah. If only every game was played like this, then maybe I'd give a fuck about sports.

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

[The Major chuckles a bit as he walks towards the bleachers, entirely without fear. Zombies? Shit. Even if he wasn't a cyborg and immune to being infected, he wouldn't give a good goddamn. Zombies is punks.]

Indeed! It's a rather boring sport, but I must admit I'm impressed by the way you've found to liven it up!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Zombies are good for a lot of things. People just need to get creative.

Wednesday because...well. Yeah.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[This week had not been kind to Ken. While he'd managed not to get bitten, he also kept not finding the person he was looking for, the person he was blaming for this.

Ohhhh Theeoooo...Remember the last time the zombies ran amok?]

THEO! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[OH HEY BFF WHAT'S UP I AM TOTALLY CRAZY AND HAVING FUN ALSO I AM PROBABLY TOTALLY HAMMERED BEYOND COMPREHENSION. HOW ARE YOU.

Theo cackles, sitting on a mail box with his flask in one hand and his jar of ashes in the other. He just as a few zombies climbing up some trees and jumpung out. He's running out of creative steam but what the hell, he still seems entertained.

When he hears Ken, he laughter stops, and he turns to his friend with a frightening glare.]

Ken! Don't you start with me! Not again!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is not afraid of you Theo. You're just lucky he's willing to hear you out instead of just kicking you in the head before you noticed him.]

I thought I told you no more zombies!

Monday

[dancingapricot.livejournal.com]

[Having run away from the campsite, a certain girl no longer remembers why she had run in the first place. After all, eating flesh was totally right and normal... wasn't it?

Maybe that's why she didn't seem worried as she walked by Theo's house, her flesh rotting and her movements odd and lurching.]

Hi! You look so lonely. Is everything okay?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[It was odd, a zombie not realizing it's a zombie. The ones Theo made were either shuffling hordes, or intelligent soldiers following his every command. Getting to see new things was fun.

Theo grinned at the girl.]

Yeah, it's a pretty good night if you ask me.

[dancingapricot.livejournal.com]

It is! The weather's great! It's one of the few nice things about being in this dump.

[She laughs. Then her stomach rumbles. Oh, right. She hasn't eaten in a while. Not since Ryo.

And that guy looks tasty...]

Hey. Can I ask you a favor?

no worries! o7

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo stumbles home, exhausted and drunk. Seeing Nina jump up like that startles him, which is a bad thing when you're a paranoid mage. He jumps back.]

Fuck! Nina, Christ Alimighy, what do you want.

Monday

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's hovering above you?]

The hell are you doing?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Marisa! Have a seat. Let's make a bet. I'm voting for the home team.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She lands and sits next to him. She's never seen football before, much less zombie football.]

That doesn't answer my question, ze.

Wednesday (because she won't leave her friends alone)

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa has been watching Theo for most of the day. She may have been noticed. She may not have been. But she can't just watch anymore. The latest group of zombies he's been toying with all go down under a barrage of laser danmaku, taking their heads out.]

That's enough. You need to stop this.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

The hell? Marisa! Why'd you fucking do that?!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Hovering on her broom.]

Because they needed to be put to rest. You've messed with them enough, ze.

Probably Sunday!

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[Zombie stories aren't really something unknown to Equestria. But it did take a few hours before Applejack could recognize a human zombie from the normal drones. The snapping and trying to eat her helped though.

So Applejack has been back at the house now trying to figure out what best to do. The fact that the zombies can't seem to make it to the house makes her think she should start getting others inside here to be safe, but it probably wouldn't be a good idea to do so on her own. Much as she hated to admit it, she probably should get some help.

Which means asking a housemate to come with her to track down her friends and others. Maybe Theo can be convinced to help since....he's....gleefully laughing as some zombies slap themselves over and over? Is he making them do that?

Next time Theo steps inside to get some components and heads out, a pony is blocking the door with a determined look on her face.]

Ah need to ask you some questions, Theo, but right now, Ah more worried about mah friends and Ah could use your help to go get them.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Huh? I'm busy. Stay in the house if you're scared, they can't get past my wards.

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[Applejack is about to snap back about the scared part when she stops herself by reminding there's another reason she's asking for his help. That doesn't mean she can still add a bit of sting to her words though.]

Busy? Busy doing what? Making those zombies do a hoedown for you?

Look, Ah need to check on my friends, and Ah don't think they'd appreciate if Ah came calling as a zombie, so Ah'd be grateful if someone came along to watch mah back. We can check on your friends as well, make sure they are safe or even get them here if those wards of yours are so strong. If you can handle them so well, it shouldn't take you what? An hour or two?

Wednesday

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[Have a tap on the shoulder and a voice in your head.]

EXCUSE ME.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

What-- [Theo whips around, grimacing for only a moment before he gets a glimpse of who is talking to him. His expression goes from angry, to shocked, to defensive, like that of a cornered animal. He backs away and begins to draw out his spellbook from his pocket.]

Christ almight, what-- who the fuck--!

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[Death, however takes no notice.]

I'M AFRAID I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING.