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.]

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[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Well, there goes his fucking mailbox, right in front of him when he stepped out into the front yard after hearing the other explosions around the neighborhood. He isn't particularly fond of that having happened.

But what power.

Yet you blew up his mailbox.

Still, what a will it must be to control that power.

But don't do it on his property.]

Those with power should take care where they aim it.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

No that I blame ya, but aren't you overdoing it a bit?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[BLAM! That WAS some kid's bike, now a twisted pile of metal. Oh well.

He shrugs.]

Actually I was hoping for some stronger results, but this is my first time using these spells. Makes me wonder why I waited so long though.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[As you say that, he casts another spell, and the explosion leaves a hole in the middle of a nearby tree, splinters flying everywhere. He laughs.]

How 'bout THAT, Wilhelm. 'M getting better. That was a good shot. I'm doing better than I was even a few hours ago.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Seems plenty strong to me.

Didn't really take you for the type to go around indiscriminately breaking stuff, though.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He grins, and bows at the compliment.] Consider it an attempt to broaden my horizons. [Also, he's kinda drunk.]

Doesn't matter, does it? Everything you break just comes back in a few days. What're they gonna do, drone me? Big deal.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[Lancer's been spending his days getting pretty wasted, so he feels ya]

Heh, can't argue with that at all. I think I could use a good droning for a few days at the last.

[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.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[Was that the mailbox? Theta pokes her head outside and watches as now a car gets blown up. She heads over to a part of the porch she can lean against--as she can't put weight on her left leg ever--and begins to applaud.]

Good show!

[She's not being sarcastic, either.]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

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

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo laughs at the exploding car, then lights himself a cigarette. He totally wasn't aiming for that car, but that was AWESOME.

He turns to the sound of applause. When he sees it's Theta, he bows.]

I aim to please.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Expertly done! [Being over the top just somewhat...suits her, and she's happy to chatter along and just go with it.]

Show me another trick?

[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.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Something like this isn't usually Theo's style, btu hell, what else has he got to do in Mayfield? He grins wickedly.]

Why not?

[It'll be hard to top the car, and he didn't bring any components with him to cast bigger, more devestating spells. So, he'll settle for blowing up some drone kid's nearby red wagon. But he does it in such a way that it launches itself straight up into the air about ten feet.

He chuckles.]

[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?

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[More applause.]

Oh excellent! Absolutely excellent! Come have a cup of tea and a rest for a while, it looks as though you've been quite busy!

[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?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[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?

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Nah, never met him.

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

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[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]

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.]