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]

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.]]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Blowfish method? [He looks confused.] The fuck are you talking about.

[The zombies move forward now, lining up, silently awaiting orders from their master.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You know, where if you get given this stuff you get paralyzed, and if you're buried alive you get enslaved and what not. [He is...piecing this together from too many horror manga that were trying to be 'realistic']

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Not familiar with that method.

[He's debating what to do with them all. Run them like lemmings off Makeout Point? Drown them in the pond in the park? Or spend more energy to just blow them apart with force.

Fuck. He's tired. He sits down on the sidewalk, debating silently.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Ken squats down beside him, and looked at Theo for a minute. The guy looked like death warmed over, more then usual.]

Hey...Theo...you ok there? [There is concern in his voice Theo.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He does look really drained. And drunk. And annoyed.]

I'm out of fucking energy. I can't do anything else with them. Motherfucker.

[He very shakily lights up a cigarette.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well, to be honest I can be happy with this. They aren't attacking people, that's enough for now. Let's get you inside, fed, and put to bed.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He's trying anyway. Stopping over, he resumes drawing a spell circle in the pavement. But his hands are too shaky, and he knows it. The chalk breaks, and he curses and throws it down.] Fuck, that'll never work!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Don't make him carry you inside Theo. He will do it and you will not be happy.]

Theo, stop, that's enough ok?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, finishes his cigarette and throws that down too.]

Fine, fine. I'm sick of being lectured by everyone lately, you know that?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I ain't tryin' to lecture you Theo, I'm worried about you ok?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

You don't... have to...

[And with that, he suddenly slumps backwards. He passed out cold. Luckily for Ken and Theo, the spell will stay in place for awhile, but you can't be too sure of how long. For now, the zombies stay put.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Fuck! Theo! Damn it...[He manages to prop Theo back up before red met cement.] Inside we go...[He picks him up like he weighs nothing and carries him into the house.]

Damn...I just hope what works for normal exhaustion works for this. [He WILL take care of you Theo...]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Where would he be without you, Ken? Some rest, some food and some water will have him back on his feet in a day or so. For now, he's out cold.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[You are damn lucky he knows worse people then you. So when Theo wakes up, he'll find himself tucked securely into bed, with a glass of water, some pain killers, and some fruit. You never know when he'd wake up after all.]