24th Resurrection - Tic Tic Boom

[sanctus_dei]

[Are you paying attention today, Mayfield? I hope so, or you might accidentally get blown up.

Theo's out on the town, holding an old and faded leather-bound book in one hand, and gesturing with the other. He has a flat expression while he mumbles some words in Greek, casting some spells. He's out today practicing some offensive magic spells, since Marisa was asking him with help on them the other day, he figures he should practice. He wasn't very strong with attack spells, but what else did he have to do in this boring town besides practice on things around town?

Mayfield, you're being treated to small explosions all over town. There's a rush of air and a spark, and things are goin' kaboom! Your car, your shrubs, lampposts, mail boxes, dog houses, whatever. But, his aim and his casting of such spells is a bit off... which might have to do with the fact that, as usual lately, he's a bit drunk.

What else has he got to do in all his boredom when half the people in town he used to talk to now avoid him like the plague, and one of the last people who did now seems droned permanently? It was weird enough having Shina's drone call him "Mr. Crawford", let alone seeing her acting so vapid and NOT drinking tea...

Want to stop him? Join in on the fun? He may not even acknowledge you, and really doesn't give a rat's ass if he gets droned.]

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It's like having a vacation from your own brain. Creepy as hell though. But hey, maybe I'll get lucky, it'll be permanent and I'll get to--

[He stops there as he remembers why going home is a bad move for him. Thinking is hard right now. Then he frowns, and starts up another spell. This time, a nearby mailbox is the victim. The top blows off and letters shower around it.]

Eh, whatever. It's fun at any rate.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

That's what counts, I guess? Never found much fun in hitting things that can't hit back though.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. Last time I tried... having more fun with my spells, it ended with me getting stabbed multiple times in the face. Wasn't much fun.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

...I think you need to elaborate on that a bit more.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. There was some opportunity for me to have some fun with my necromancy but it didn't end well. Ended up getting taken down by a guy I thought was harmless for the most part.

[He frowns again at the memory. And he totally doesn't miss hanging out with Ken. Nope. No way. Not a chance.

After the pause he blows up your neighbor's fence, then lights himself up a cigarette.]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[just an appreciate whistle, before he pops another can of beer and begins to chug a bit.]

Who took you out?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[You have booze. You get a quick stare. But then he just takes a long drag on his smoke and finishes it off, throwing it away a bit dramatically.]

Know a guy named Ken Hidaka?

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Nah, never met him.

[well he notices the stare, however brief... and he'll throw you a can.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Catches, almost fumbles.] ...Thanks.

Hnn. He acts all nice and friendly, but it turns out he's like a hired killer or something. It just figures. Can't trust people like that.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

You think?

I wouldn't hesitate to take another's life if ordered to by my liege.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

That's right. Aren't you a summon? 'S what you do. Could you turn down their orders even if you wanted to?

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Usually, it's my call whether I follow orders or not... but a Master gets three command spells. Spells that allow them to give an absolute order than cannot be resisted.

The threat that those spells represent more or less forces Servants to do as their Masters order.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Sounds about right. Never studied summons much. Got a few books on it though. Maybe I should brush up on that next.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

I suppose I should be thankful to it for allowing me to exist, but can't say I'm a huge fan of it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

[He finishes off his beer, throws the can up and attempts to cast a spell on it before it hits the ground. He doesn't quite make it that fast, and the blast sends the little can skittering down the street.]

Hnn. Need to work on my timing.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Ha, that'd make for a good drinking game.

Or something.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but it looks like I need more practice.