16th Resurrection - No Place Like Home

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo wakes up back in Mayfield, and he's not sure if he's relieved or not. Being still alive, that was good. Still possessing the hastily-attached hand given to him by Fran, not so good. The stitches were red and irritated, starting to look infected. Wires poked in and out of the skin in an effort to replace nerve function. But it didn't work.

After Westport, Mayfield returned his collection of spell books. They were back again, so maybe...

Theo quickly went outside to check the mail. Sure enough, there was an envelope in the mail box with his name on it. Inside was just a card with an arcane inscription on it.

It was a spell for raising the dead.

Grinning, Theo sauntered back inside, and headed straight to his study. Taking one of the books off the shelf, he picked out a simple spell he could cast without any components. A few words in Latin, a few hand gestures, and suddenly all the light in the room was dampened, as if it was suddenly sucked away.

A small light did appear after a moment - the lighting of a match for a cigarette. Theo chuckled.]

About damn time.



[Better keep it under wraps for now though. For now, time to get this hand fixed. Healing spells were too difficult for him, so better get it fixed the old-fashioned way. Time for the phone!]

I don't know where that insane blonde scientist is, but she did a number on my hand, and now I'm some sort of... science experiment gone wrong. And before this thing gets infected and fucking kills me slowly, I'd rather have this taken care of. Any doctors out there up for a challenge?

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[....No one has ever been so excited over Theo being alive before.]


...Yeah. Barely. I still feel like I was hit by a train repeatedly, and I've got someone else's hand where mine used to be. Gonna be dead soon anyway if I don't get it fixed.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is always relieved when his friends make it through traumatizing experiences]

Don't worry Theo...we'll get it fixed. You'll see.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Well the worse that can happen is that I die again. I should wake up the next day in one piece then.

[He certainly felt like it. He may have finally gotten a full night's rest after a week, but he had this infected attached limb along with all the suffering he went through during the event.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I'm sad to say that you're right about that. [Ken sighs quietly, Soviet Mayfield was no picnic for him either]

Theo... I... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you there.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[That puzzles Theo. He wouldn't expect Ken to do anything for him in the first place. it just...doesn't compute.]

Well it's not like you could prevent the machines from grinding up people as it was. Be glad you didn't have to work in there. I've worked in a factory before, no big deal. But it's like that place was designed to injure and kill people. I'm pretty sure it was.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[He cares about you, you cranky little necromancer. But he's also just so used to being able to take out the bad guys so that everyone can sleep just a little safer]

I know but, I should have been doing more about the situation, we had clear targets there!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but they had overwhelming advantages there. Couldn't even get our feet on the ground to figure out what was going on. And it worked like a fucking charm.

It's almost the same way here. People here are worried about going home or getting out without even knowing fully what they're in.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Fuck that shit...Look, never mind, I'm still sorry.

I know, we just don't have enough information about this place, and what we have is piecemeal.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Then we need to get our asses in gear, don't we.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

We do indeed, and we're getting there. At least people are consolidating the data they have.