sanctus_dei: (crow - look)
2011-12-12 01:35 pm

52nd Resurrection

Action A: [Some of you might have noticed your Christmas light and decorations going missing. None of the big or heavy things, like lawn ornaments, but things like tinsel, small wreaths, strings of lights and the like are disappearing. Or maybe you'll catch the culprits in the act - two large crows who quietly chatter and squawk at one another, as if talking. They might be un-stringing your lights with their beaks and claws, or trying to figure out a way to lift a larger decoration, or both trying to pick up a wreath so they can carry it together. Do you investigate? Catch them? Chase them off?]

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Action B: [The bird thieves are not hiding their spoils, dumping them on the lawn and porch of 337 Brady Lane. Once they've collected enough, they caw loudly to get their master's attention. Theo comes out to argue with them.]

What the hell are you doing?

[One of the birds cheerfully flaps while holding a string of lights in his beak. The other caws at Theo.]

Because I don't give a damn about Christmas. Where did you get all of these?!

[Feel free to approach/accost/etc.!]

sanctus_dei: (huh?)
2011-06-07 04:30 pm

43rd Resurrection

[It's this simple, Mayfield: Theo Crawford comes home to find a black and white cat asleep on his bed. This is not his cat. It does not belong to anyone in town. But he recognizes it immediately.]

Aristophanes?!

[The cat rouses, seemingly happy to see the familiar face, and walks over to Theo demanding attention. Any members of the household or visitors who investigated the exclamation will find Theo staring dumbfounded at large tuxedo cat.]

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[He hasn't forgotten the girl who murdered him during Mayfield's last event, either. Revenge will come, but Theo has learned some patience since he's come to live here. Every day in Mayfield was the same. He was irked about be snuck up on, but felt better when he found out the prizes for the battle royale were pretty lame. His paranoia will be in overdrive, though. Anyone out today who is within a block or two of Theo, and can sense magic, will be able to detect strong protective spells radiating from him.

He's sitting on a park bench, reading a spell book while making notes in another. One of his crows sits on his shoulder, gently chattering at its master. The other is teasing the tomcat, squawking and dancing around it, but the cat doesn't really seem to care.]


Deimos, would you leave him alone already? If he claws you, don't come crying to me.

[The cat looks at Theo, who returns a flat look.] That's not an invitation, so don't get any ideas.

[Approach?]

sanctus_dei: (smirking 2)
2011-05-22 06:38 pm

42nd Resurrection

Once upon a time, someone suggested to Theo that he use his gravity magic to fly. Ridiculous! Doing things like flying about on broomsticks is a stereotype, something to mock real spellcasters with, like they were the witches and wizards of old. Theo is a modern spellcaster, thank you, and he wouldn't be caught dead doing such a thing.

Except that it sounds like a whole lot of fun, doesn't it? Especially after half a bottle of wine.

Tonight, well after midnight, Theo Crawford is out in his yard with some spellbooks and mason jars of components. This isn't unusual in itself. He's drawing circles, making incantations and casting spells and small inanimate objects first, and quite successfully. His two crows sit nearby, waiting for him to try it on himself. Humans don't fly, they don't have wings! So they can't wait to see this and get a good laugh.

Trying this on himself is a much different story. It takes more skill in control, some understanding of physics, more spell components and more energy - which he lacks pretty much all over. Theo is too impatient, and tries these spells too early. Are you ready for some failure, Mayfield?

You may find Theo:
- Zipping several yards in the air, before attempting to land. Sometimes he crash lands, sometimes he doesn't. Still, Theo is a frail guy. That looks like it hurt.
- Stuck in a tree. Shut up he can totally climb down, okay
- Crash landing through your roof, or upstairs windows. Now THAT has to hurt.
- Hovering in the air a few yards up, not going anywhere. He's sort of worked himself into a corner.

Or any other manner of craziness you can think of. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's fail!mage!

sanctus_dei: (annoyed)
2011-01-31 08:17 pm

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.]