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

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well sorry, but considering the last time we had this kinda problem, you did kinda cause it! [He's not sorry, not really, but he is relieved that Theo isn't behind this, and he believes him.]

So you're the expert, how do we stop this? 'Cause damn it, they're getting annoying!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Damned if I know. I don't really care. This is one time I got the upper hand on these fuckers. This is Mayfield so probably a week. How many days's been now? Like three?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Theo, these things are causing havok! Why aren't you just puttin' them down or something!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Because I'm having fun for once, that's why! It's like Mayfield sent me an early Christmas present.

[Theo is now attempting to get off the mailbox. Except it's more like he's staring at his feet, then the ground, and frowning. Dear god when did this mail box get so high off the ground!?]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[SIGH. Ken is just going to try and help Theo walk. Silly drunk] But wouldn't you be sticking it to Mayfield if you worked to stop it all?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Where'd be the fun in making it stop? Fuck that. It's Mayfield, they'll stop it on their own in a few days.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is not good at mind games, but he'll try.]

The fun is in ruining the towns fun, that's where.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. [It almost looks like he's considering it, but then shakes his head.]

If it was anything else...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Come on Theo, do you know how many people you would be helping if you did something about this? [Now he's hoping to appeal to the attention seeking part of his friend.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

So what? What've they ever done for me?

[Now he's just sounding like a petulant child.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Well, he kind of is one.] Theo, please? I don't want to have to keep seeing zombies with faces I recognize.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Goddamnit. Why won't people let me do what I want to do?!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Are you seriously whining about the fact that I'm asking you to help to fix this? Because that is what I'm hearing.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I'm not whining! Christ. [Yeah, he's whining.

To make a point, he calls some zombies over, who listen without hesitation.]

I sit in my goddamn house all day doing nothing, or at that lousy job, shit like that. This once I get to do what I want to do.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken doesn't think much of this action. Not in a contemptuous way, but he trusts Theo enough to believe that he wont sic the zombies on him.]

You sit in that house all day because you refuse to go outside and have fun or interact with people! I bet that time Applejack hauled you out to give out pastries was the first time you'd seen sun in weeks.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[It's not a threatening move, more something to make his point. At least for now, anyway.]

I do that because this town is full of idiots who don't understand what it is I do!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

People fear the undead, it's just a thing! Look, I don't really care that you can raise'em, I mean, your crows were pretty cute even when they were rotting...

Not the point! People don't understand because they can't approach you to ask anything because you try to puff yourself up and look really scary! You're unapproachable!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Too much circular logic! Brain does not want to compute!]

Ken, just... just stop it.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Did Ken just...sorta win at logic? This is one for the record books.]

Theo...[His voice softens a little bit] Alright. I'll do it myself.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Kind of! But once Theo is deep into casting these spells, it really starts to badly effect him.]

No! I will fucking deal with them. I swear to go if you keep lecturing me like I am some fucking child...

[He's starting to cast a spell, leaning over to start writing on the sidewalk with a piece of chalk.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Look, if it's that damn inconvenient, don't do it. And I wasn't lecturing you. You would have known if it was a lecture!

[Ken however is only mildly miffed about this, after all, Theo is doing what he wanted.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

[He keeps working. As he does so, the zombie in the nearby area stop their search for food, their expressions going blank, making them look more like the zombie hordes in movies and fiction. He stops, debating whether or not to turn the spell and use them, or continue on destroying them. He stands, lighting up a cigarette as he watches them, thinking.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hmf, sorry. [Ken believes that Theo just needed the quiet to work, though he will speak up again when Theo pauses]

Hey...question.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Well, quiet does help his concentration as well.

He continues watching the horde.]

What.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

So...if you can raise zombies the B horror movie way...can you also do it the blowfish method? [Ken does not know very much about the 'blowfish method', but watching this hoard kind of brought it to mind.]

[[ooc: by blowfish, he means that paralytic poison that can be extracted from some sort of fish, and then burial and possible oxygen brain damage zombie style... I totally explained that horribly.]]