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.]

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hell yes they do. Just wait till those dumb fuckers give me my magic back and I'll make them regret ever bringing me here.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken gives you a confused look.]

Magic? You can do magic? [He made a face, come on Ken, magic isn't like Schwartz, they didn't do magic. Give Theo the benefit of the doubt, you already fucked up with Milla.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[There's that smirk again.] Yeah, I do. Pretty fucking well too.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Like what kind? Like doves and illusions and stuff? [He's not sarcastic, Ken's just curious]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

What? Don't be ridiculous. No, the real thing. Spell casting.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You can do that? Ok then, what kinda spells can you do? [Now he's got that little kid excitement]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo's quite proud of his specialty, but it hasn't been getting the reaction he's used to back at home. He almost doesn't say, but he can't help but wonder how a guy like Ken would react.]

Depends on what books and spell components I have on hand. But my specialty is necromancy.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Necromancy?! You mean like zombie's and stuff? [Ken wrinkles his nose] Ew, dead bodies smell gross! And why would you do that?!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Disgust he was used to. But where was the fear? The people of Mayfield were clueless, and it got under his skin.]

Exactly like that. Why? Because I can. Because I'm not supposed to. [Smirksmirk]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken isn't afraid cause he's seen worse things. And has seen way to many zombie movies so he thinks he knows how to deal with zombies]

You're weird. Why zombies? Why mess with the dead anyways?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Like I said - because I can. Because no one else dares to. Because I can make them do what I say. Because people fucking pay attention to you when you're raising the goddamn dead. And you have to be the best of the best to even THINK of attempting to cast spells like that.

[He finished off the cigarette, looking quite self-satisfied.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You're kinda useless with out your magic aren't you.

[A question has occurred to him]

So...do zombie's really look like they do in the movies?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[OH CRAP. Ken just hit Theo's most sensetive nerve. He looks appalled, then absolutely furious.]

WHAT!? I am NOT useless! How dare--

[He had jumped to his feet, head injuries momentarily forgotten. It catches him off guard and he sways and grabs his head. He glares at Ken.]

…Maybe one day soon you'll have the privilege of me showing you what they look like.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken quickly stands up and grabs Theo by the shoulders, making him sit back down] No sudden movements! Head injuries don't like them!

Calm down, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry. [And he is sincere, he doesn't really like making people upset, his mouth just doesn't listen to tact sometimes.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo deosn't have much choice but to sit back down. Still, Ken gets a suspicious glare.]

_{I'm NOT useless.} But I'm sure if the town took away the one thing you've spent your life persuing you'd know what I was talking about. [He rubbed his head. He was so damn tired.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Alright, you're not useless. It has, sorta. I have to be extra careful here.

[Ken shook his head and sighed]

I'm taking you back to your house if you aren't going to go back to the hospital.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He didn't want to admit being lost again after being in this town for a month. But this city boy couldn't make heads or tails out of this preplanned suburb nonsense. Everything looked the same.]

Yeah. Fine. You know where Brady street is?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Sure do. [Ken may have been a city boy too, but he was also one of those people who like to go out for walks and explore]

[He stood, and offered his hand out to Theo] Come on, you need to be inside and drinking tea.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He'll wave off Ken's hand.] I'm fine. Dandy. Just.... [Looks around the street then rubs his head again.] I hate the goddamn suburbs. Everything looks the same!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You're not fine and dandy. Just don't get up to fast ok? [Ken looked where Theo did and laughed]

Yeah, it does doesn't it. I used to do deliveries back home so I'm thankfully good at finding my way places.