18th Resurrection - Fallout

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo wakes up the next day from his fight against Ken with a start. That's three times he's died since he's gotten to Mayfield, fourth overall. He laid in bed staring off into space for awhile. He didn't just die - he was viciously murdered by the last person he expected to do so. But it was to be expected, wasn't it? People weren't to be trusted, especially here. Ken was no exception.

With that, Theo gets up, and immediately goes to his study, locking himself in. He doesn't come out either, unless absolutely necessary. He avoids talking to anyone. It's just him and his books. Magic was the only thing that doesn't let him down, so in his study he stays to distract himself with his research.

But he couldn't stop thinking about what happeneed. His brain wouldn't shut it off.

Then there's that problem in Mayfield when you lose track of time and skip your job. After a few days, Theo wakes up again, all cheerful and droned, going about your average drone morning and heads into work.]

[Theo will be droned this morning! He's pleasant and cheery despite looking like utter hell. He had locked himself away for a few days with nothing but his books and a few bottles of wine to keep him company. No food, no sleep, no sun. After he gets to the library and the droning wears off, he goes about his job and the rest of his day, trying to avoid even so much as looking at another person, let alone talk to them.

After work he'll be found on a bench at the park, looking miserable as ever, sitting with his two zombie crows, reading, and chain smoking like a fiend. He may or may not also be slightly drunk. He's reading another one of his old magical tomes. The creepy crows will suspiciously eye anyone who walks by. Feel free to pester him while droned or not, at any point~]

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[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[totally....trying to get a peek at that tome]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[It's a book of defensive/protection spells. He totally doesn't notice you at first... until 1 of the crows suddenly caws, aleting him to your presence. He looks up, and gives a slight frown.

Quietly:] What do you want.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

That book!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I'm reading it.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[hopping over the bench and plopping down beside him]

Two people can read at once!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Glares at you

then shakes his head.]

Whatever. Do you even read Latin?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

Yep! I can read Latin, Greek, German, and Japanese.

[hexbell.livejournal.com]

[Your not!wife has been making frequent trips to the park herself, as it is one of the few places in this town to offer the mild comfort of familiarity. Even if she notices you or the crows, she won't be immediately bothering you—she knows better by now—but can be found sitting on the ground by a tree and leaning back against it, if you feel like attempting to talk to her or anything yourself.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[One of the crows flies over to a branch above you, recognizing you as a resident of their house. It caws, which gets Theo's attention. He looks over to see you there. He doesn't usually see too much of Tlachtga.

He doesn't say anything at first. But then:]

You're too quiet.

[hexbell.livejournal.com]

[Tlachtga turns her gaze over toward Theo, realizing she is being addressed.]

Am I...? I apologize, but I am usually...not one for socializing, and I was under the impression that you wished to remain undisturbed...

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs a little.] Better to be too quiet than too noisy, I guess.

[He rubs his pounding headache. Time for another cigarette.]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head in interest at Theo's crows as he passes him in the park.]

An interesting choice of companions.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo doesn't move at first, he just looks up to see who's there. One of the undead crows caws at you, and the other takes a few cautious steps closer to its master.]

They serve me well enough.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

And what purpose do they serve? Messengers? Familiars?

[If he had his powers back, he wouldn't even need to ask. Yet there's something fascinating about actually conversing in order to get information for once.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Eyes. Alarms. So familiars, I guess.

[He reaches up and pets the head of the one close to him. A rare and almost bizarre sign of affection from a guy like Theo. The bird seems to welcome it, too.]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

One would think the dead would be quite boring companions when they're merely flesh.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He's still patting the bird, but sort of staring off past it into space listlessly.]

They're the only ones who'll listen to me. You can trust them.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Are they the only one who will listen, or simply the only ones who won't argue?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*look Theo, it's your favorite tea-aholic*

Hm... something must have happened.

*tea sip*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He shoots you a glare from over his book.]

What makes you think that.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a feeling... am I wrong?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

...What isn't wrong in this town.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

But you seem to be in a more sour mood than usual, and there isn't even an event currently in progress.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Is that ever true.] Yeah well, stupid shit happens in this town every day even without their goddamn "events".

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm... I've heard numerous people talking about dying as of late. Would it have anything to do with that?