49th Ressurection

[sanctusdei]

[Oh, a zombie plague? Thanks, Mayfield! Theo here is a very, very talented nercomancer, and has been dying (no pun intended) for a chance like this. Mayfield isn't a very conducive place to exercise his gifts, and now it's provide for him tons of undead he can have complete control over.

On Sunday and Monday, Theo will be just messing around

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Monday

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major wasn't a big fan of baseball. It wasn't that he held a grudge against the sport, or thought it was "too American", or anything along those lines. He just found it a boring sport, lacking in the aggression you usually associated with physical activity, and no where near as interesting as the best sport of war.

But baseball being played by zombies? Even he had to admit he found that an interesting premise, despite his usual lack of enthusiasm towards the game. And his eyes will eventually be drawn to the unzombified man sitting in the bleachers, who he'll give a short wave to.]

Quite a game, hmm?

[sanctusdei]

[Said man is sitting with two crows, a spell book, some jars and a flask of whisky. LIVIN' THE LIFE.

Theo doesn't give a damn about sports and doesn't really know the finer points of the game, but doesn't really care. Right now, this is hilarious.]

Hell yeah. If only every game was played like this, then maybe I'd give a fuck about sports.

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major chuckles a bit as he walks towards the bleachers, entirely without fear. Zombies? Shit. Even if he wasn't a cyborg and immune to being infected, he wouldn't give a good goddamn. Zombies is punks.]

Indeed! It's a rather boring sport, but I must admit I'm impressed by the way you've found to liven it up!

[sanctusdei]

Zombies are good for a lot of things. People just need to get creative.

Wednesday because...well. Yeah.

[weiss_tank]

[This week had not been kind to Ken. While he'd managed not to get bitten, he also kept not finding the person he was looking for, the person he was blaming for this.

Ohhhh Theeoooo...Remember the last time the zombies ran amok?]

THEO! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!

[sanctusdei]

[OH HEY BFF WHAT'S UP I AM TOTALLY CRAZY AND HAVING FUN ALSO I AM PROBABLY TOTALLY HAMMERED BEYOND COMPREHENSION. HOW ARE YOU.

Theo cackles, sitting on a mail box with his flask in one hand and his jar of ashes in the other. He just as a few zombies climbing up some trees and jumpung out. He's running out of creative steam but what the hell, he still seems entertained.

When he hears Ken, he laughter stops, and he turns to his friend with a frightening glare.]

Ken! Don't you start with me! Not again!

[weiss_tank]

[Ken is not afraid of you Theo. You're just lucky he's willing to hear you out instead of just kicking you in the head before you noticed him.]

I thought I told you no more zombies!

[sanctusdei]

[But Theo IS afraid of getting stabbed in the face again.]

Then you better fucking talk to whoever started this shit, Ken. I'm just cleaning up their fucking mess!

[THUD. Zombie falls from tree and lands in a mangled heap. Lovely.]

Monday

[dancingapricot]

[Having run away from the campsite, a certain girl no longer remembers why she had run in the first place. After all, eating flesh was totally right and normal... wasn't it?

Maybe that's why she didn't seem worried as she walked by Theo's house, her flesh rotting and her movements odd and lurching.]

Hi! You look so lonely. Is everything okay?

[sanctusdei]

[It was odd, a zombie not realizing it's a zombie. The ones Theo made were either shuffling hordes, or intelligent soldiers following his every command. Getting to see new things was fun.

Theo grinned at the girl.]

Yeah, it's a pretty good night if you ask me.

[dancingapricot]

It is! The weather's great! It's one of the few nice things about being in this dump.

[She laughs. Then her stomach rumbles. Oh, right. She hasn't eaten in a while. Not since Ryo.

And that guy looks tasty...]

Hey. Can I ask you a favor?

[sanctusdei]

[Just try it, sweetheart. You cross over onto his property and with a flick of his wrist, you're nothing but ashes. He smirks knowingly.]

What's that.

no worries! o7

[sanctusdei]

[Theo stumbles home, exhausted and drunk. Seeing Nina jump up like that startles him, which is a bad thing when you're a paranoid mage. He jumps back.]

Fuck! Nina, Christ Alimighy, what do you want.

[sanctusdei]

You know you're fucking lucky I didn't just blast you from one end of the town to the other since you broke in. Shit.

If you're that worried about 'em, stay here. There's no way they're getting past my defenses.

Monday

[adropofjupiter]

[Guess who's hovering above you?]

The hell are you doing?

[sanctusdei]

Marisa! Have a seat. Let's make a bet. I'm voting for the home team.

[adropofjupiter]

[She lands and sits next to him. She's never seen football before, much less zombie football.]

That doesn't answer my question, ze.

[sanctusdei]

I needed somethin' to do with all these things crawling around. They keep away form me and I get entertainment. [He takes a drink from his flask, then hands it to her.]