8th Resurrection - This is Getting Old.

[sanctus_dei]

[Well, Theo was done. He had enough of Mayfield.

He woke up in the hospital with only a vague recollection of what had happened. He was released the next day, bandaged, bruised and defeated. And by "released" I mean he fought with the drone doctors and nurses and left when they weren't looking. Without his magic, Theo was nothing. Just a skinny, short, weak teenager trapped in this hideous excuse for an afterlife. Without being able to cast, he wasn't himself. he was just... some shell. Empty and useless.

Feeling sorry for himself, and not wanting to put up with his drone wife in this state, he's just going to drag himself around town for god knows how long. Maybe forever. He won't mention how his head injuries have him a bit confused and muddled. He never got the hang of navigating this town in the first place, but he's too proud to admit he's lost.

At least this will give him time to think. And plot a way to kill the Captain. Since when was that guy made of steel?!


TL;DR - Theo's wandering the town with blunt head trauma, looking like he got hit in the face with a truck. He's confused, irritable and lost. Maybe he wandered into your house mistaking it for his, maybe he bumped into you not even seeing you, maybe he accidentally threw a finished cigarette at you while sitting looking despondent on a park bench. Feel free to poke/point and laugh at/shoo away/kindly help your resident necromancer/crankypants.]

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Because clearly I need to be everywhere

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken was walking home from another jaunt in the park when he saw the 'poor' banged up guy.]

What the hell happened to you? [Yes, he's going to come over and try to help, because he's just that nice, sorry Theo]

And b/c Theo deserves nice people to annoy him XD

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo's sitting slumped on a bench, smoking. When you approach, he doesn't move an inch - just turns his eyes to Ken. This voice was familiar to him, but he couldn't place it at the moment.]


This town is full of maniacs.

And because annoying Theo is fun

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken rolls his eyes and sits down next to him] Well yeah. Shouldn't you be at the hospital? What the hell happened to you.

It's Mayfield's new favorite passtime!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I was. I left. Don't want drones touching me.

I don't... it was that drunk asshole. Came into my job and started shit. That guy is made of goddamn steel!

Good for the whole family!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

The drones were just trying to help mister. [He shakes his head]

Made of steel, huh, I'll have to remember that. I think you should go back to the hospital.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

No, not going back. The hell's it matter. I'll be fine. [He finishes his cigarette, throws is down, steps on it.

Part of him looks like he's going to talk. He never had anyone who's listening, usually. He bites his lip, and rubs his head.]

Yeah, he's this ugly son of a bitch who's always drunk and punching me. Jesus. [No mention of Theo's antagonizing, of course.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken wrinkled his nose at the description, don't worry Theo, he's a good listener.]

Ew, sounds like a really nasty character. Maybe you should stay away from him from now on.

And it does matter, you look like you got run over by a cement truck.

[sexybluedress.livejournal.com]

[Hey, you just ran into someone. Lucky for you, there's some nice soft farmland to cushion you.]

Hey, there....Are you okay?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He stumbles back a few steps, and it takes him a second to realize what happened.]

Goddamnit. Yes. No. Shit. [He rubs his bandaged temples.]

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

Whoa! You look like you were on the wrong side of a spell card!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Fffff oh god of all the people. He glares at her. Or maybe he's just squinting from teh migraine. Hard to tell.]

More like the wrong side of a drunken maniac. But I don't think there's a right side there.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

Need a healing boost?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Suspicious glaaaaare.] ...You can do that?

...does it somehow involve lasers?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

I could make it involve lasers!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

What? No, that's... I don't even know how that would work.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Are you okay? Do you need medical assistance?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo's leaned up against a light post, listless smoking the last cigarette in his pack. He'd go buy more, but the culprit who did this works at the store... unless he's been fired by now.

He points vaguley at some bandages on his face.] Already had some. For what it's worth.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, I suppose it will be fine. As out of date as the medical knowledge is around here, at least bandaging wounds hasn't changed much~ How did you receive this injury?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I had a run-in with drunken maniac made of steel who apparently has it out for me.

Can we say in his house?

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Greetings.

sure, i've been wanting him to wander into the wrong place!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Looks around the house, then at you. Frowns, looking annoyed at himself. ]

…This isn't my house, is it.

XD

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, but I always appreciate guests! May I offer you hospitality?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He looks back out the front door. He can't tell the streets apart even when he's not suffering from several blows to the head.]</>

You can tell me how the hell to get back to... Brady Street.

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Leaving already? I feel vaguely insulted.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well I -- [He grabs his head and sways a bit]

...don't make great company.