28th Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[LADIES AND GENTLEMAN OF MAYFIELD! How were you enjoying your night last night? You probably weren't. Things are pretty ugly in town. And Theo would have agreed.

The hazmats came knocking the door down, but Theo was ready for them. Initially he was afraid of anything happening to his house, that his magnificent collection of spell books be destroyed. Kay was staying down the street, and the rest of the house was currently droned. He had rigged up some pretty strong force spells to protect the house in case of an invasion. But when a huge swarm of hazmats came in, armed with flamethrowers, Theo knew the jig was up, and set the spells off. Mayfield fixes everything the next day, right? What's he got to lose?

There's a large explosion at 337 Brady Lane. Most of it is done with sheer force of gravity, blowing off doors and windows; the fires that the hazmats set go with it, flames shooting out all openings for a moment before getting snuffed out from the force. The windows of the surrounding houses will rattle and maybe break, or have things knocked off shelves, nearby trees will snap. Theo's dead, but so is every hazmat inside. The house is in shambles.

Imagine Theo's disappointment when he wakes up the next morning when he wakes up to a house STILL in shambles. His precious library is ruined. After having what pretty much boils down to a tantrum inside, Theo can be found sitting on the curb outside his house, covered in soot, smoking a cigarette and looking mighty displeased.]

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Comments

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

So the defensive approach didn't work, huh?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

...I didn't know the houses the attacked weren't coming back.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

...maybe it just takes longer for a house to get resurrected?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Not sure. Maybe for this amount of damage. Shit....

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

You at least take some of 'em with you?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He gives a bit of a grin.]

Hell yeah. A handful of them. Not sure how many.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Ha... well done, then! I'm jealous! I have yet to get a crack at them, myself.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. I had to spend a couple of hours dead, but it was worth it.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Exactly! No one else gets it.

When I say something like that, they look at me like I'm crazy.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Heh. They're just scared, then. In this town especially, what have you got to lose?

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't even call whatever happens to you here... death.

Death isn't such a light, temporary thing.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's true. It's just a setback. But... I'm dead back home, too. So I don't know what it means for me.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Likewise. [sigh.]

Just means we should make sure we have no regrets here.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Regrets? Here? I only regret that Grady wasn't with the group that I just blew to kingdom come.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak isn't actually in her house at 342 Brady; due to the whole people being incinerated in their own homes thing, she's been laying low elsewhere. She did however pop out occasionally for supplies or a general survey of the damage, and seeing what appears to be a window - not just the glass planes, but the entire window - wedged into her front yard. She starts to look around at the rest of the debris, mentally filtering out the remains of this particular attack from the general chaos. It all seems to converge on 337 Brady, with this filthy man in front of it.

Tak stares for a moment, and approaches him.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He gives you a flat look.]

Yeah?

1/2

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

2/2

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

I love it.

How many did you get?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a little.] I wish I knew. A bunch of 'em came running in, so I didn't waste any time. I ran upstairs, waited for all them to get inside, then set it off.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

You went down with the enemy? Ruins the effect a bit.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] I knew I'd come back. As long as I got to put a dent in their numbers, I'm happy.

[Well, he doesn't look happy.]

...Though, I thought the house would be back as well.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Excellent explosions aside, you still lose a few points for dying.

As if Mayfield would be so kind. Besides, they weren't really our houses to begin with.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Maybe not, but my stuff was inside. Stuff they had sent back to me. Fuck... [He rubs his forehead.] I am seriously screwed without those books.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

What... kind of books?

[Thanks Theo, you just reminded her she left all her drone research in her as of yet totally unburned house. Going inside didn't sound like a wonderful idea, but if she lost all her research...]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[A sigh.] A large collection of very rare spell books. One of a kind items. And not to mention the components I had managed to collect this far....

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

I can't see much use for exploding spell books beyond exploding.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

They didn't explode. I set up spells as defense against the hazmats. I wasn't planning on taking the house down unless I really needed to. And considering how they swarmed in, I figured it was time.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Hiding at least a couple of books elsewhere wasn't an option then?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I didn't have many places to put them. I have to keep them locked up.

[Someone's a mite paranoid about his books.]

Besides, I figured the town would put the house back to normal. But I guess this is their idea of a goddamn punishment. I haven't even seen this damn Communist everyone is supposedly hiding!

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Because the first round of destroyed houses wasn't enough warning.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Hnnnnnnng.]

Look, any damage to my house was always fixed by morning, alright?

[A-and maybe he was a little drunk at the time, okay?]

Who the hell are you, anyway.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

A neighbor. [That's all you're getting out of her]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. [He puts out his finished cigarette, and immediately lights up another.]

Well they didn't get any other houses on this block, so you shouldn't have any problems.