poly_chromatic | Reversing polarities

[For once Theo is not up a tree. Which is where he seems to have spent a good amount of time these past couple of weeks. Instead he's sitting on a concrete wall in what looks like the Underground. His sunglasses are perched on top of his head letting his silver eyes show. Behind him, just barely visible, it looks like there are some shambling zombies pushing some stone work around.

For those who can sense those sorts of things, he's radiating a lot of necromantic power right now. Before he's kept it dampened, out of politeness. Currently, he's not bothering to do so.]

I've been doing some thinking. The "deities" here [And you can hear the finger quotes in his voice] from what I can tell enjoy, making deals for things. And I thought, well, I'm almost a god why couldn't I get into this business too?

Admittedly my abilities right now are going to be able to get you anything from home, but now undead... I can do lots of things with the undead. They make lovely servants, didja know? Great guards. Lots of them don't even need to eat or sleep.

So. I'll be willing to offer up some zombie -for right now - and maybe later some wraiths and ghouls or whatever else I can get my hands on, servants in exchange for favors or money. We can negotiate. How about that? And at least you'll retain some dignity or your memories.

[Action if you'd like it. Catch Theo with a zombie shambling after him, around anywhere.]

[Theo's been hit with a reverse morality curse. He's got about fifteen NPC zombies to 'sell' but they'll be going away after the weekend.]

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[Oh look: a crow, swooping down. Perhaps to investigate why this delicious, delicious dead thing is shambling around. ... Perhaps not. (Truth be told, when there's that much power floating around in the nearby atmosphere, one wonders and one investigates.)

Regardless, aforementioned crow alights nearby. And observes.]

[Theo notices the crow and stares at it. It's odd to see one alone as they usually travel in flocks.]

[One crow, sorrow; two crows mirth; three crows, a wedding; four crows, a birth...]

And then, o my lord? What shall you do then? When every man has his servant to serve him, shall they then serve you?

[Because crows can talk, of course.]

[He doesn't even blink at this. If cats can teleport, why can't crows talk? Besides it could be one of the Morrigan's crows for all he knows.]

Hopefully, yes. I'm sure not everyone will want a servant, but if I can trade enough for capital and favors then I can use those to get other things.

[A splendid arrangement, then, this lack of concern.]

It seems a suitable plan. And then? I only ask my lord to consider the future.

[Theo's life is weird for most people. It's very hard to weird him out.]

What do you mean "and then"?

Do you mean to rule the City?

Why not, oh watcher of the dead?

[Gravelly crow-laughter...]

I watch more than the dead. I'm watching you, after all.

But why not, indeed?

Some would say I'm dead. But I will concede the point.

[He leans back and stares up at the so called sky.]

I need something to do with my life.

There are those who are nearer on to living but who dwell in the house of the dead.

If I may, my lord, it seems as though you have found something.

If living with a god of death means that I dwell in the house of the dead, then I suppose that's true. Though I think the only time I actually was truly near the land of the dead was back in my father's temple when I was eighteen.

[He grins]

I have. Hopefully people will take me up on it.

Quite so, quite so.

[Flutter-flap. No, he's not going anywhere.]

[ Please excuse the small girl teleporting to the source of the necromantic energy. ]

What is this? Someone thinks to control the dead? Sailor Hel will investigate!

[While the mun suddenly sporfles at Leah's curse, Theo gives her an annoyed glance.]

I don't think. I do.

Are you a crow on your own? Or do you belong to someone, like the Morrigan?

[Theo doesn't mind the company. Zombies aren't the best conversationalists.]

[ Mun decided to make the magical girl into a real magical girl. ]

Who are you? You dabble in the domain of Hel when you should not.

[And the world is better for it.]

Theodred and I dabble in my father's domain. Death and the undead are my birthright. Shouldn't I be allowed to use it?

[Yeah, that whole "Brains, brains..." thing gets old after the first few rounds...]

I am a wanderer of the earth, my lord.

[ Leah ponders this for a moment. She hadn't considered that other people lay claim to the dead, but she herself knows that Lady Hela does not control all of the dead. Some is reserved for Mephisto, and it's possible in the City that there are others with the same claim. ]

I apologize, sir, I didn't know. Who is your father, if I may ask?

[Occasionally they change it up with "Ragahrghss" but still hardly conversation.]

What sort of earth? I ask because I've discovered here there are quite a few I didn't think could be possible except in science fiction or comic books.

[You know, like people with no magic.]

Oh, but you are wise, my lord. I am a wanderer of many worlds, a traveler of both time and space.

[To be where I have beeeeeee~eeen~]

[Well. That's better.]

He goes by Melkor now, his real name lost. [Ie. He refuses to tell anyone.] We're from a long lost small city state in Babylonia.

Well, Son of Melkor, I apologize again for my rudeness. Continue about your business.

[ She'll let herself out. ]

Really now? And can you leave here as well? Or are you trapped like the rest of us?

[Theo is very interested in you Mr. Crow.]

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