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Ted "Theodore" Logan (wyld_stallyn) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-16 19:20:00

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!dropped, day 23, location: barn, remy lebeau, ted logan

Who: Ted and Remy, Open to others
Where: Near the barn
What: Ted doesn't know quite what to do, so he's trying to be helpful
When: Day 23, noon-ish
Rating: Relatively low.
Status: Dropped

Whoever was doing this was a total magical dickweed. Ted assumed that they were magical at least because only wizards and stuff had power over the dead. Right? Unless someone read from a book that they weren't supposed to. He paused, thinking about that. He didn't read from a forbidden book did he?? The decision was made that no, he did not, and the teenager's whole body was sort of flung into the emphatic nod that he was giving himself. Good job, Ted. Besides, his most excellent partner Dan would have probably given advice not to read the book.

He had made a torch out of some cloth found and a stick, lighting it with matches from the survival kit that they were given. His was safely tucked away at the gym, where the bodacious Elliot took him after saving him from the zombie. Ted stayed in for a while, helping where he could, but it was complete bummer-fest in the gym. Understandable, but there wasn't much he could do about it. So the one-half of the Wyld Stallyns was going out through the town for two reasons. First was to make sure there were no more evil undead dudes running around. And second was to make sure there were no non-evil dead dudes laying about without proper burial. He was making his way to the barn when he looked at his watch. It said 12:15 but he could have sworn it said that about two hours ago. "The sun would be most beneficial in telling time right now." Did he wind his watch? Ted couldn't remember.

But he saw someone who might be able to help him in that endeavour. "Excuse me, most busy dude..but what time is it?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-09-18 01:41 pm UTC (link)

"Non.. I burie' Logan m'self las' time, goo' an' deep. He still came back." Remy turned to look down at the body again but his expression didn't really change. He was all out of emotions right now, sorry, Ted.

"Oui, knew Logan.. companion o' mine, kin'a." He wasn't sure what he and Logan were.. enemies? No. Rivals? That sounded a bit better.. at least it hadn't been Rogue. He surely wouldn't have been quite as calm.

"Knew some 'de ot'ers.." He was stepping aside then, towards the grave just left of Logan's, where the other body was laying, and he was beginning to nudge that one closer to the already-dug hole. "Y'wanna do 'de ot'er one? We ge' 'dese fille' in an' ge' on our way, non?" He paused, then.. as an after thought: "Parlez-vous le français? You speak French?"

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wyld_stallyn
2009-09-19 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"Whoa." What else could he say to that? There was nothing else. What kind of people brought back already buried dudes? Against every zombie movie he knew! "Dude, that's most bogus for you.." he trailed off then, looking sympathetic for Gambit. But quickly enough, the lanky boy was going over to the other body.

He stared down at it, looking about as thoughtful as Ted got. Which was actually this strange mixture between an attempt for thoughtfulness and vague blankness. "Don't fear the reaper, dude." He couldn't help it, grinning a little and performing the tiniest of air guitars. Then he did it again, more slow and solemn before pushing the body toward the hole.

Did he speak French? "A little, dude. Learned it from a little dude." Heh.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-09-19 10:42 pm UTC (link)

"Wha' you know?" French, of course. What French words? His question was punctuated by Jay's body thudding into the grave below, and he stared down at it a moment before kicking a little dirt down onto it. He'd bury them all at the same time, no reason to do it one by one. It'd be quicker the other way. "How ol' are you, Te'?" Sorry, Ted, your name would be massacred by the Cajun's accent. It was such a short name, and he didn't pronounce T's nor D's well.. which left for a pretty sad sounding name. Maybe he'd start calling you Logan..

That'd be eerie.

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wyld_stallyn
2009-09-19 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Ted listed off the few words he'd learned from the short dead dude. Most of them had to do with war or battles. "And water slides!" He grinned with a nod that included his whole being. "That's totally English, but he really liked the water slides!"

He'd rolled the other body into the hole and was looking around for a shovel to get the dirt back onto it. "Totally eighteen. Which is bogus for playing in clubs, but me and Bill were trying to get into Battle of the Bands!" They had gotten in! Before the Evil Them's totally killed them!

..Dickweeds.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-09-19 11:34 pm UTC (link)

The Cajun was just grinning away at the words. He'd certainly had a strange teacher, hadn't he? Who didn't start with the basic things?

Remy didn't, for one. The thought made him shake his head some, then he looked up. He really wished the sun would come up, he felt miserable without it. The burning barn, later, would brighten him up. He needed light in his life.

"Eigh'een? Ain' uh ba' age." He'd been married at eighteen. He was still married, technically... Hm. Moving on. "Bill? He here wit' you?"

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