19th Resurrection - Drunk. Again.

[sanctusdei]

[Ladies and gentleman, good people of Mayfield: Theo Crawford is drunk. Drunker than the skinny little lightweight has ever been in his young life. Sure, he liked alcohol before he got into town, especially a good wine. But Mayfield has pushed him into some places mentally where wine seemed to make thing seem a whole lot more pleasant. The

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[weiss_tank]

[Once again, Ken is a mainly forced to reside on the couch due to a gunshot wound to the thigh. However, is is also a creature of the outdoors so he'd painfully hauled himself out to his front step to enjoy the air out there. Then again, the second wound on his shoulder didn't prevent him from face palming.]

Are you so drunk that you're lost?

[sanctusdei]

No! I just --

[And then it catches up with Theo that the last time he saw Ken, it was while Ken was murdering him viciously. He stumbles back from you, looking like a cornered animal.]

What the hell!

[weiss_tank]

Fuck! Theo! I...[There's a long sigh and he leans back against the awning support.]

Theo...it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you right now. Even if I wanted to, I can't move fast enough.

[sanctusdei]

[Theo reaches for his coat pocket. No spellbook. Not even his knife. Damnit.]

You think I believe that? Jesus! I shoulda known. I shoulda known you were some kinda-- [he gestures with his hand to find the right word. He doesn't find it.] -- jackass!

[deaths_heritor]

Certainly not this way. Stay outside, if you would, please.

[Susan steers him away from her front door, frowning at the crows as she does so.]

[sanctusdei]

[The one crow flaps off down to the yard, waiting. But the other sticks with its master, looking at you curiously. Up close, you can see it's not just a crow, but an undead one - its eyes are milky and its feather look dry.]

Goddamnit. AGAIN? I hate these damned houses. Who the hell are you?

[deaths_heritor]

A soon to be angry woman who's returned from fetching groceries to find a drunken lout loitering on her front lawn. Your turn.

[Susan continues to peer suspiciously at the crow.]

[sanctusdei]

An already angry guy who hates these identical houses. Goddamnit, what street is this even?

[The crow chatters something at him.] Shut up, no one asked you.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn is prowling around the exterior of his own house - taking note of all the escape routes, for one thing, and checking to see where it can be most easily scaled for another. He gives Theo a measuring look.] If you're talking to birds, some bartender cut you off way too late.

[sanctusdei]

[Squint. Who the hell is this guy.]

They talk, dumbass. Just not to you. Familiars. Magical. Get it? They're my poor excuses of familiars.

[There's one on his shoulder, and one on a fence post following. They both caw at you.]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn eyes the crows. It's hardly the strangest thing he's ever heard of, but annoying people kind of comes naturally.] They only talk to you, hunh...ever thought you might just be crazy?

[sanctusdei]

I probably am, but that's unrelated. Did some spells to make these. Easy. Annoying but easy.

[lotuslife]

Are you.... alright...

[sanctusdei]

[He's starting at the altar on your lawn, squinting and trying to light a cigarette, without much luck.]

'S all this then.

[lotuslife]

It's an... altar?

[sanctusdei]

[He finally manages to get a smoke lit. The weird crow on his shoulder is giving you a curious look.]

Hnn. To what? What the hell street am I on, anyway.

(after the thread with Ken, obvs)

[sting_like_a]

[The woman of the house will be coming down the stairs as Theo walks inside. At the sight of him, she'll just sigh, mumble something about Ken being too nice for his own good, and wander off to fetch some pillows and blankets. ...And a glass of water.]

Just another day~

[sanctusdei]

[Theo's anything but an impressive sight when sober, and now he looks even worse. When hears your comment, he frowns.]

I don't have to stay here. It was Ken's idea anyway.

[sting_like_a]

Oh, don't mind me~ I'm just not used to seeing strange drunk guys in my house.

[She shrugs, hands him the glass of water, and goes about turning the couch into a passable bed.]

Ken doesn't take no for an answer very often, and I'm not one to turn someone down if they need a place to stay. [She smiles.] Just don't hurt anyone, and we'll get along just fine~

[sanctusdei]

[He takes the glass of water and inspects it before drinking it. He continues to give you a flat, unamused look.]

Yeah, I noticed. I can't even fathom why I listen to him. Guess I am that drunk.

[With that, he flops down to sit on the couch. Maybe that'll stop the room from spinning.]