sanctus_dei | 24th Resurrection

[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.]

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[Casting is draining, and he is a bit tired. And drunk. He frowns for a second, thinking, then stumbles up to your porch. Tea reminds him of something, so have a non-sequitor.]

You know a girl here by the name of Shina?

[Tea's also a great way to de-drunkify people, or at least as good a way to try as any. Plus she can give him a bit of toast with it under the guise of hospitality, and that -is- a good way to sober someone up.]

No...?

[She holds the door open for him, then moves to lead him towards the kitchen.]

Hnn. She... she did shit with tea. Magic. It was weird. But she's droned now so it doesn't matter anyway.

[He follows you into the house though, now pouting slightly. Being drunk makes him whiny.]

Mm, no, if I was -capable- of magic with tea, I think all I'd do is magic up some that -doesn't- taste foul. But it's the best to be had.

[She pulls out a chair for him, then goes about making tea. She's a bit awkward, having only one hand she can use for the task, but she manages easily enough. She also puts in some toast.]

[Flops down in the chair.] She did that all the time. Made ya drink it. Such a weird focus to study.

Oh yeah. You get your machines built yet?

I did. The tournament was...nerve-wracking. [She sets a plate of toast down for him while she continues to go about making tea, putting teabags into the kettle and hot water in over them, and getting a creamer and sugar bowl ready as well. She takes everything to the table one by one, as she can't exactly manage a tray with only one hand.]

[Captain Manners here is too self-absorbed at the moment to help.]

Tournament... Had I known that they allowed spelllcasters, I would have joined. I know someone else who was in it too, but she lost. But I could have gotten pretty far though.

[All in all she doesn't mind, and she settles down to take tea with him once it's all made.]

I'm sure you would have done excellently if you had.

[He smirks.] Damn right. 'Specially now snce I've seen what I can do with these attack spells. Would've been fun.

Mm, but do be careful with spells like that around clanks. Exploding them may get you more than you bargained for.

Got a mind of their own?

Well they do that, too, but...on exploding they have enough power to level a house or two.

[Smiiiirk.]

That sounds fun. Why are they so combustible? What the hell are you building them out of?

Car parts. [Shrug.] I'd be cross if you exploded one of my clanks.

Hnn. I'll try to stay away. But I'll warn you, I'm still working on my aim.

[He finally takes a drink of his tea, rubbing his eyes absently. Casting is rough on Theo, and he's pretty tired.]

It could kill us -both-. You ought do more than -try-. I would have been more worried if I'd known you weren't -aiming-.

...Have some toast, it'll make you feel better.

Hey, I WAS aiming. But I'm only a few days into attack spells, so there's bound to be a slip up once in awhile.

[Oh yeah. There's toast. He looks it over as if waiting to be impressed before taking a bite.]

Such things shouldn't be practised lightly. But I know they need practised. Perhaps lining up bottles on a ledge would be a good idea?

Anything in this town that gets destroyed fixes itself in a day or two anyway. What's the worse that'll happen? I get droned?

You could wind up violently dying.

[He waves that off.] That's happened to me several times already. What's one more.

Has it really? ...It's only happened to me once, and not -that- violently anyway. I still found it quite disturbing.

Since I've been here, I've been shot, eaten, and stabbed in the face. not to mention I died before I even got here. I'm pretty sure that's why I'm here. So whatever. What's one more death? It doesn't count in this place.

[Idly swirling the leaves about in his tea with a spoon, an avoiding of eye contact kinda move.]