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?

[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.]

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[FOLLOWING LIKE A CREEPER AND WATCHING--

But when a car explodes? Have some mad laughter and wild clapping. So impressive, Theo-papa, so cool.]

[knowthestakes.livejournal.com]

[Magic? Oh, Margarita is on that like a rat on a cheeto.

But cautiously, cautiously....her last impression of this place was that witches were not welcome here, and hell if she'll reveal herself so soon to a guy who just made a mailbox explode, because maybe he hates witches too. So instead it's time to play the "innocent schoolgirl" act- something she's very, very good at, because isn't that what she wishes she could honestly be?]

Hey, mister?

[hexbell.livejournal.com]

[As luck would have it? Tlachtga, out for one of her walks...again. Aside from all of the noise in recent hours, it seems pleasant enough out here.

Until that car she's drawing closer to suddenly explodes.

She's fortunate enough to not be close enough to actually get hurt, but the surprise leads to her suddenly jumping back and searching for the cause.]