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[Well now what? Theo has no idea. What does a copy of a man who had gone off the deep end and got himself intentionally killed do with himself? He had been done with living. He had been done with Mayfield. But now he's stuck here, without a clue in the world of what do with it.

None of his materials were here. None of his books. None of his notes. If he were to pursue magic again, he'd have no research to base it off of.

So, for now, he'll stick to what he does best besides magic, and that's feel sorry for himself. He's seated on a curb, smoking, with a fat cat perched next to him.]

...

Wonder if anyone's made a place to get a drink yet.

Edited 2012-12-04 21:50 (UTC)

...Shit, I knew I was forgettin' something.

Hnn. Guess we should get on people's cases about this.

Hang on, I think I got us covered. Lemme see if I can...

[Poof, there's a big ol' bottle of whiskey and two glasses.]

...Holy shit, I just imagined up some alcohol. I think I'm gonna like this.

[Whoa. After a moment, he grins a bit.]

Maybe I'll like this place after all.

[Grinning like an idiot, Lancer filled both glasses and handed one to Theo.]

Sláinte. Might not suck too badly after all, eh?

[He holds out his glass for a short moment as a toast:] To eternity, wherever the fuck it might be. [And he is knocking that shit back on the double.]

[It's not a race, guys.]

So hey. You're a smart guy, so tell me what you think about this whole copy bullshit. I've been wondering just what kind of thoughts're going around about it.

I don't know what to think, to be honest. [He refills his glass, and swirls the whiskey around, watching it.] There's no copy of me back home. I was dead. They brought me back. I'm not a "copy" if I'm the only one.

At least, that's how I look at it for me.

[Shrugging, Lancer refilled his own glass.]

Hey, makes sense to me. Beats an outlook where someone's cryin' over whether or not they're real all the time.

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sanctus_dei - 2012-12-07 23:01 (UTC) - Expand

[You missed her, right Theo? Right.

She sits down beside him, right up in his personal space, and reaches a hand out to pet the cat.]

Why? Do you really miss getting drunk all over my lawn that badly?

[Aristophanes is glad to finally have someone petting him. You're slacking, Theo!]

Hnn. Everyone needs a hobby.

[She will be friends with the kitty forever and ever.]

It's a piss poor hobby. [Says the alcoholic...] You should take up chess. Fun game.

It works for me. [Says the other alcoholic.

He smirks when she says that.]

I do play chess, I'll have you know.

Then we need a chess set.

And some booze.

Drunk chess just makes it all the more fun, yeah?

[~PRIORITIES~]

Sounds like a good idea to me. I haven't got much else to do with my time now.

[Ever had that feeling that imminent danger was approaching?

It's too late now. SOMEONE IS BLINDSIDING RIGHT INTO THEO. SLAM.]

[No time for philosophical contemplation when you're friends with Marisa. Theo yelps in surprise and falls right the hell on his face. The cat just stands there and watches the two, wondering what in the world just happened.]

WHAT THE FUCK!

[Just an average day here.]

What, you can't even greet an old friend?

Not when you're trying to break my spine! Damnit... [HE DROPPED HIS CIGARETTE AND EVERYTHING, JEEZ]

You're fine!

[Slapping his back just to hammer home the point!!!]

Don't need to complain about everything.

[Marisa he has the body mass of a canary. Stahp. He almost drops his cigarette again and glares at her.]

Hnn. I guess things won't be quiet here after all.

Quiet means boring so that's a good thing.

So, did you learn anything new?

[Because this is important. The magic, that is.]

Since when? I was studying non-stop up until they droned me. Now that I'm here, I don't have anything with me. No components, no books, no notes. [He feels like he's lost his soul or something.]

That sucks. But there's good news out of that. We can work together to get all that back!