5th Resurrection - Joke's on You

[sanctus_dei]

[My, my. That's a large delivery sent to 337 Brady Lane! Several small, heavy crates are dropped off sometime early in the morning for one Mr. Theodore Crawford.

Theo comes out to look at them, frowning, cigarette in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other.]

What the shit is this. KAY!? Who the HELL would send us stuff in the mail?

[Sure, he's paranoid, but he's also morbidly curious. He pops the lid on one of them to take a look. His eyes grow wide, and - miracle of miracles, Mayfield - he smiles. He grins ecstatically, holding up old, worn books. He laughs. They were the one he worked so hard to steal get, only a few months before he was brought to Mayfield. Several dozen rare spell books.] Unbe-fuckin-lievable!

[He flips one open frantically. He finds the easiest, stupidest spell he can find, one that doesn't require any components. Something even he could handle. Holding up the book, he recites something in Latin, and gestures with his free hand.

Nothing. Grr. He tries again. Zip. GRR. One more time. Zilch! He throws the book down angrily and storms back inside, grabbing the phone.

Call to everyone. Yep, everyone. He speaks quickly, almost growling. He is LIVID.]

Is this someone's idea of a JOKE?!! To send me all these books like this?! Don't you know that these are FUCKING USELESS IF I STILL CAN'T CAST?! Real goddamn funny, Mayfield! Don't think I won't figure out a way to use them. Just you fucking wait.

[The phone is slammed down.]

Comments

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

We've got enough of our own, so.

[And curiosity wins.]

How important are these books?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Well then, how about a quick history lesson. Where I come from, joining guilds are about the way to learn magic properly. The Lumen Conscientia are the most powerful of all of these, with branches all over the world. They've existed for several hundred years. However, they're a bunch of elitist bastards, and unless you're lucky enough for nepotism or are ridiculously wealthy, forget it. Just being able to cast isn't good enough for them. This particular collection of books was stolen from the LC around the year 1900 by the infamous Edward Grayson. And now they are mine, and they've taught me FAR more than that jackass alchemist ever could. They were wasted on him.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

And, hypothetically speaking, if I were interested in seeing these books..?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmm. What can you hypothetically offer?

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

Magical assistance, I guess.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Is fire all you know?

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

Pft, no. I know the other elements, too, but all I've gotten back so far is my fire magic.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

You do well with all the elements, then? That's admirable.

Hmm. We might be able to arrange something, then.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

Alright, well. I'm sure you know how to get a hold of me if you think of something. Because, yeah. I'd kinda like to see those books.