25th Resurrection - Strange Change
[Shina was droned. Margot was droned. Tlachtga was droned. Kay won't speak to him, and neither will Ken.
B-but badass nerocmancers don't need people to talk to, right?
Wrong! As much as Theo tries to be the lone wolf tough guy, he's running out of people who put up with him. And all he wants is people to pay attention to him, after all. But totally lacking in any social skills, the fact that he usually turns to booze over trying to talk to people, and a deep-rooted paranoia/suspicion of people sure makes it hard to make friends.
What gets Theo out of the house today is the fact that he was woken to some news that disturbs him - it's his birthday. He's turned twenty. He shouldn't *be* twenty, he thinks, he'd dead and shouldn't be having another birthday. The idea really bothers him. But the drone of Tlachtga wakes him with the news and breakfast in bed. She's sure to let their two daughters know what today is, and tells them they should wish their father a happy birthday!
After he manages to wriggle away from the drone wife's pampering, he goes out to... well he doesn't know at first. He's running out of places to go and people to talk to. He'll be all over town today:
1.) At the park, once again with his two crows, and sitting at a chess board. He has the pieces set up, but only the birds are sitting across from them. He's talking to them, and they talk back, albeit in caws and clucks. They're actually his familiars, but to most people he looks like some crazy guy playing chess with birds. Anyone who knows his pets may notice something very odd about them - they're no longer undead servants, just two regular crows.
2.) At the bowling alley. No, I'm not kidding. Margot had always told him he needed a new hobby. He's got a lane to himself, and he's trying to figure out how to play by watching others. Of course he's not asking for help. Maybe. Unless you look like you really look like you know what you're doing. You're also free to laugh at a stick-thin, sickly guy's attempt to heave a bowling ball down the lane and screw it up completely. He's going to be cursing up a storm too.
3.) In his driveway, working on the car. This is one hobby that's actually caught his interest as of late, what with all the meticulous details to remember and all the books available at the library on it. Not to mention it keeps him distracted. He's got the hood popped, and he's tinkering away at something inside. Is he... is he humming to himself? *Enjoying* himself?
4) By the end of the day, he's once again trying to get into the tavern. Usually he can make it in with no problems if the bartender's not a drone, or doesn't care that he's still a minor. He's finding it hard to get through the day without at least a little wine. It's a dangerous notion he thinks nothing about, though.]
B-but badass nerocmancers don't need people to talk to, right?
Wrong! As much as Theo tries to be the lone wolf tough guy, he's running out of people who put up with him. And all he wants is people to pay attention to him, after all. But totally lacking in any social skills, the fact that he usually turns to booze over trying to talk to people, and a deep-rooted paranoia/suspicion of people sure makes it hard to make friends.
What gets Theo out of the house today is the fact that he was woken to some news that disturbs him - it's his birthday. He's turned twenty. He shouldn't *be* twenty, he thinks, he'd dead and shouldn't be having another birthday. The idea really bothers him. But the drone of Tlachtga wakes him with the news and breakfast in bed. She's sure to let their two daughters know what today is, and tells them they should wish their father a happy birthday!
After he manages to wriggle away from the drone wife's pampering, he goes out to... well he doesn't know at first. He's running out of places to go and people to talk to. He'll be all over town today:
1.) At the park, once again with his two crows, and sitting at a chess board. He has the pieces set up, but only the birds are sitting across from them. He's talking to them, and they talk back, albeit in caws and clucks. They're actually his familiars, but to most people he looks like some crazy guy playing chess with birds. Anyone who knows his pets may notice something very odd about them - they're no longer undead servants, just two regular crows.
2.) At the bowling alley. No, I'm not kidding. Margot had always told him he needed a new hobby. He's got a lane to himself, and he's trying to figure out how to play by watching others. Of course he's not asking for help. Maybe. Unless you look like you really look like you know what you're doing. You're also free to laugh at a stick-thin, sickly guy's attempt to heave a bowling ball down the lane and screw it up completely. He's going to be cursing up a storm too.
3.) In his driveway, working on the car. This is one hobby that's actually caught his interest as of late, what with all the meticulous details to remember and all the books available at the library on it. Not to mention it keeps him distracted. He's got the hood popped, and he's tinkering away at something inside. Is he... is he humming to himself? *Enjoying* himself?
4) By the end of the day, he's once again trying to get into the tavern. Usually he can make it in with no problems if the bartender's not a drone, or doesn't care that he's still a minor. He's finding it hard to get through the day without at least a little wine. It's a dangerous notion he thinks nothing about, though.]