[Action A: Anyone inside or around 337 Brady Lane today will hear a lot of noise. The sound of a man yelling, some banging noises and the loud cawing of crows. Seems Theo's familiars are worried about their master, who lately only leaves the house to meet his minimum work requirement. Crows are smart birds, and familiars are even smarter. They've managed to steal his keys and lock him out of the house, and won't let him back in. Anyone inside the house who tries to open any doors or windows will be interrupted by Deimos, who caws and flaps wildly at that them, getting in the way. Theo is yelling from the porch at Phobos, who's cawing at his master from inside the front window.]
No! I told you! I haven't been outside because it's fucking cold out! Let me back in or I swear to Christ I will just blow the roof off and come in that way!
[Except then the house would be cold, too, and he might get droned for all that property damage from his spell casting. Whoops.]
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[Action B: Not really sure what to do with himself, Theo will be walking around town. Huddled in his coat, he's got a cigarette popped in his mouth and looks ten times more miserable than usual. Being March 1st, the snow is starting to melt in Mayfield, and it's not nearly as cold as it was in the winter months, so that's something. Theo really hates snow.
Clearly the solution to his perpetual boredom is to get some wine from the store, sit on a curb somewhere in town and practice some spells. Drunken casting is the best casting. Half-finished bottle of red wine and some spell components at this side, Theo has his spell book out and is making notes as he works. Lately he's been using his gravity spells for levitation. Small to medium-sized objects will be tested upon - nearby trash cans, bicycles, whatever's not nailed down. Maybe if he works out the kinks and can get bigger things, say people, to fly, then maybe he can get himself back in the house by flying up to a second-story window. Even if using spells to fly was a little tacky where he came from, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Care to join him or see what he's up to? Maybe your property or even yourself are the victim of his spell testing. Whichever it is, come bother the cranky mage.]
No! I told you! I haven't been outside because it's fucking cold out! Let me back in or I swear to Christ I will just blow the roof off and come in that way!
[Except then the house would be cold, too, and he might get droned for all that property damage from his spell casting. Whoops.]
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[Action B: Not really sure what to do with himself, Theo will be walking around town. Huddled in his coat, he's got a cigarette popped in his mouth and looks ten times more miserable than usual. Being March 1st, the snow is starting to melt in Mayfield, and it's not nearly as cold as it was in the winter months, so that's something. Theo really hates snow.
Clearly the solution to his perpetual boredom is to get some wine from the store, sit on a curb somewhere in town and practice some spells. Drunken casting is the best casting. Half-finished bottle of red wine and some spell components at this side, Theo has his spell book out and is making notes as he works. Lately he's been using his gravity spells for levitation. Small to medium-sized objects will be tested upon - nearby trash cans, bicycles, whatever's not nailed down. Maybe if he works out the kinks and can get bigger things, say people, to fly, then maybe he can get himself back in the house by flying up to a second-story window. Even if using spells to fly was a little tacky where he came from, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Care to join him or see what he's up to? Maybe your property or even yourself are the victim of his spell testing. Whichever it is, come bother the cranky mage.]
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