sanctus_dei | 34th Resurrection

[What does Theo do when he's bored? He gets drunk! And he certainly gets drunk a lot. Today's no exception. You'll find him:

A) At the pub, at a table. Somehow, his two crow familiars have snuck their way in with him. One is sitting on his shoulder, chatting at him quietly. Theo talks aloud with it. The other is flapping from table to table, sitting on chairs and curiously looking at other patrons, eavesdropping on conversations. Occasionally he returns to his master and fills him in on any juicy tidbits he overheard. Feel free to annoy/talk to/attempt to shoo Theo and his feathery friends.

B)Outside, there's someone who's fallen over in a snowbank! Maybe it's outside your house or you're passing by, but there's Theo, stuck there like an upturned turtle. There's a dropped flask a few feet away, and the crows are sitting with him unsure of what to do. The braver one gently pecks at his knee. The other one is doing the crow version of laughter.]

Quiet! Shut up! 'Course I can get up. Just gimme a minute.

[It's not going to happen. So what will you do? You should probably point and laugh and leave him there, but you can try and help him if you want.]

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[points and laughs
wait no that's not dignified
From about three feet away, Susan clears her throat briskly and resists the urge to kick him in the rear or anything quite as unscrupulous.]

I believe it's already been two, actually.

[minutes]

[He pokes his head up a bit, and narrows his eyes at you once he realizes who it is.] Who asked you.

I believe you meant to ask, "Seeing as how you've graciously gone out of your way to see who it is that's pissed out of his mind, could you please help me up?"

No. No I got it. It's just some damn snow.

[He struggles a but more, and gets to an almost-sitting position.]

Halfway there. Would you like me to cheer?

[He attempts to throw some snow at you but it doesn't get very far.]

No one needs your snarky bullshit.

Snarky bullshit is rarely needed, no.

[Susan agrees amiably as she dusts off some light powder off her clothing.]

I find it enhances conversation at times, though.

I don't need it now, thanks. [Now that he's sitting, it's time for a cigarette. Who cares if he's getting soaked with snow, right?]

You have a difficult choice to make, then. Snarky bullshit or incoherent raging against the evils of necromancy. Take your pick.

[He gives you a sullen look.]

What are you, Greyson? He lectured me enough back home, thanks. I don't need it from you, too.

I don't intend to simply lecture you if you'd prefer that conversation.

Okay. Fine. I am dying to hear what you have to say about necromancy. Let's see how much I care.

[She stares impassively at him for a few moments.]

No.

Perhaps some other time. You wouldn't remember a word of it tomorrow, and I don't care to repeat myself.

[He returns the stare for a moment before muttering something under his breath. He attempts to stand up as well, which is slow-going.]

[After a little while of this, Susan will roll her eyes, wade into the snow and hold out a hand.]

[He almost reflexes grabs for Susan before he stumbles and take her hand. It's a moment after that that he realizes who it is he's holding on to, and he frowns.

But if he lets go, he'll probably fall.]

...

Didn't your mother tell you your face would stick like that?

[She yanks him abruptly upright and lets go.]

[Not expecting that, that expression changes quickly to surprise. Theo wobbles backwards and ends up right back in the snow.]

....ugh.

[If Susan were a teenaged girl, she'd face-palm. She's found something she dislikes more than a necromancer, now -- A drunken necromancer.]

How much have you had?

Goddamnit, like I know. All the booze here tastes like hell, so it's hard telling the difference.

[He grabs his head and sits up slowly. Ugh, so dizzy now.]

[It was an enormous amount of charity to help him up the first time. Susan's not doing it again.]

Then is there a reason you indulge so heavily in it?

You have any better suggestions on how to deal with this fucking place?

I can think of several dozen off the top of my head better than 'maintain a constant state of impaired consciousness'.

Like what? Telling people how they shouldbe living their lives here?

I tend to reserve that for large chunks of free time and hopeless causes.

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