Apartment Hunting

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Rustling. A pained shout. A sharp light. Hedi was in the painful process of waking up. A beam of sunlight had shot through his only partially closed blinds, forcing him awake. Laying on his bed shirtless, Hedi slowly pieced together his night. A wave of his hand flung his blinds open, lighting up the rest of the room.

A trail of clothes led to his bed, a beautifully cut black trench coat crumpled up on the floor, followed by a shirt absolutely soaked in blood. Splatters led all the way up to his bed, which looked absolutely awful. His sheets were covered in blood, and so was most of his upper body, as well as his mouth and hands. Ugh. He remembered now. A back alley confrontation with an entirely too rude mugger had put him in quite a rage. He hadn't really torn someone to shreds like that in months, and he felt physically ill. Eating gutter trash like that was analogous to food poisoning. A snap of his fingers burned all the blood off of himself and his floors, and he incinerated his sheets.

This was the only real problem with living in university housing, staggering home at late hours covered in someone else's blood was not looked upon particularly favorably. For now he hadn't yet been caught, but it was going to happen sooner or later. He needed to find some sort of alternative housing, and that's what was forcing him to wake up so early. Apartment hunting. Something he had managed to avoid for nearly a century, but which was slowly becoming painfully necessary.

Pulling on a white t shirt from his closet and donning a pair of shades, Hedi looked in the mirror. Black jeans and spotless suede jodphur boots looked fine. But he felt like he was missing something, some bit of dimension to his outfit. It clicked in his mind, a perfecto jacket was what he needed. A wave of his hand brought his favorite new purchase flying out of his closet and onto his back, he had spent the entirety of his last research grant on it. Italian leatherwork, supple and shiny, it was a gorgeous thing.

The first place he was meant to look at was some kind of brownstone in a fairly middling part of the city. Nothing stunning, but it was quiet and looked to have quite a bit of space for spellcrafting and whatnot. It looked like it was being marketed to be rented out to a few people. Room-mates. Hedi wasn't familiar with the concept, but not opposed to it. He looked up at the building, tapping his heel as he considered the edifice. He wondered if anyone else would be looking at the place today, meeting a potential room-mate could be quite the experience.

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All members of the faculty had the option of housing themselves within the schools dorms. In many cases, it was an encouraged option--faculty could exist as dorm parents, effectively doing double duty without the school.

Luco had never really considered the option. Despite being thirty, Luco was well aware that he looked sixteen if you were being generous. Some would peg him even younger, an unfortunate but simply unavoidable circumstance. Luco looked young, and that was simply his log in life. Living in the dorms as he was brought all sorts of confused attention, with plenty of people mistaking him for a student on a day to day basis.

The other reason, of course, was his various personal affects. While Luco wasn't effected by objects of faith, plenty of others were--including students. It would be inappropriate and awful if he took a position as a dorm parent and then injured one of his students.

So off campus housing was ideal.

He'd already picked through the ads, denying many paces and picking a few he liked, and the first one was the one with the most potential. A big building, old brick, with plenty of space and room for several. The idea of roommates was appealing to Luco, and while he lacked experience, he was delighted by the idea of having other people around.

He arrived in front of the house right on time for his tour, almost immediately spotting--or rather feeling--the demon. He was wearing a small silver cross around his neck, and he immediately worried that it was going to cause trouble.

It seemed to do that a lot, but not quite enough for him to give it up.

"Hello!" Luco said, his voice cheery despite his concern. "Are you here for the apartment too?" Maybe apartment wasn't the best word. House share?

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Hedi looked over curiously at the sudden voice, only to be hit by a sharp pain behind his eyes. Wincing a little, he saw a short little demon, who was for some reason wearing a silver cross. Just the sight of those things made Hedi queasy, he had no clue how this dimunitive demon was letting it touch his skin.

"The apartment? Yeah, I'm answering the ad too. You mind putting that cross away? Gives me a headache."

He adjusted his shades, which surprisingly enough offered him a little bit of protection from the sight of holy things. Didn't stop the headache though. He was pretty sure he wasn't actually physiologically capable of having a headache, but the stupid fucking rules written into the fabric of demonkind mandated his life be miserable.

A nervous looking agent stepped out of the brownstone and waved. "Oh, hello! Is this it?" Looking flustered, she blushed apologetically. "I mean, please, come in you two!" It was a funny sight for her really, a spindly ridiculously tall man dressed like a celebrity and a tiny demon wearing a cross? What an odd match!

Hedi gave a polite nod to the demon beside him as he walked up the stairs. "It's Hedi by the way. Hedi Slimane." Name sharing was a pretty universal demonic sign of respect, and although this one was odd, he didn't seem particularly bothersome, deserved at least a social nicety or two.
 

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Luco was quick to comply, his face burning red from embarrassment as he tucked the cross away. Some were bothered. Some were bothered but didn't say it. And some--the rare few--weren't affected at all unless he wielded it at them.

He'd yet to meet a demon who wasn't at least somehow affected though.

Hopefully being out of sight would be enough, because Luco wasn't exactly capable of removing it entirely. It would be a lot of work to remove it from the situation securely, and he didn't want to inconvenience the listing agent either.

Thankfully, the listing agent showed up right then, saving him from the situation entirely. Luco turned his attention to the man, smiling up at him before trotting up the stairs.

Of course, introductions were their own problem. Did he give his full name? Probably that would be more polite, and he hadn't heard of a demon being burned by his name.

"Luciano Maria Iglesias," he said, which was about as religious of a name as they came. "But everyone just calls me Luco."

Mostly because his first name was actually Luciano Maria, and no one wanted to say the whole thing.

"Are you new to the island as well?"

 
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