29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Ah, it was good to be back on the island. Sure, most of the faces were new. Again. And Reno had spent the better part of the day with his shades on while he adjusted to actual sunlight. Again. And he didn't technically have a place to stay. Yet.

That was what he was working on fixing now, his bag slung over his shoulder containing a ferret and anything that he could smuggle into the bag during the picnic that looked like Mako would enjoy it. Not that Reno had really been careful about smuggling the food in the first place. It was a picnic. Taking food was half the expectation, and what the hell was the school going to do with the leftovers?

He stopped in front of a decent looking place not far from the water, straightened the bag on his back, and considered it for a moment. The place looked occupied already, which would make it a challenge, sure. But if there was one thing Reno liked, it was a challenge. With a little 'heh' and a swagger in his step, he made his way up to the front door and tried the handle.

If this went to hell in a handbag in three seconds flat, at least it'd be a good time.

[OOC: For those housemates who are not yet aware that they're housemates!]

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[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada hadn't locked the door, so when it opened he was a little confused. He'd not expected interruption in the middle of his cleaning. He stood for a second, baffled at the appearance of the man, until he finally spoke, loud enough to perhaps attract the attention of the other folk who lived there.

"Did someone order a stripper?" was his choice of words.

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Reno blinked at that. And then he barked out a laugh. Okay, that was way better than anything he was expecting.

"These clothes don't come off without damn good incentive, yo," he said.

And sure, sometimes that incentive was something as simple as 'to annoy Tseng,' but it was true enough all the same.

"I'm here to see a guy about a room."

Not that anybody had advertised a free room. And he probably would have done better to start by knocking. But hell, where was the fun in any of that?

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"Any guy in particular?" Mitsutada asked, thinking Reno must have prearranged with one of the other men of the house. "We do have space for you, of course."

He paused briefly.

"Assuming you pass all the tests."

Look, he was slightly bored with cleaning.

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Okay, this was gonna be good. Whatever it was. Breezing past the first question entirely, he settled back against the doorframe and grinned.

"I pass the tests, I get a room? Works for me, yo." And he was going to hold you to that, sword-boy. "What kinda tests?"

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Mitsutada's expression did not betray the fact that he was absolutely making this up on the spot.

"Well, first of all, are you going to murder any of us in our sleep... or while we are awake?" Mitsutada asked, mainly as a way to buy him some time to think. But it also was a good thing to get a solid answer on.

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"Nah," Reno replied with an easy shrug of his shoulders. "I ain't got orders to, and anyway, that'd probably be rude, yo."

That answer came way too easily, right there.

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"Who do you take orders from?" Mitsutada asked, mainly so he'd know. It's not like he didn't have orders to follow, himself. "And why?"

This was becoming more a sort of interview than a test.

He was going to have to find something to throw at Reno's head.

Just so there was a test.

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It was definitely an interesting one, wasn't it? And Reno had spent enough time on the island, it wasn't as though nobody could find these things out about him with minimal effort and twenty minutes going through old school newspapers.

"I answer to a guy named Tseng, but he ain't on this world," he replied. "It's the job."

For a Turk, it was really meant to be that simple.

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That wasn't quite reassuring to Mitsutada, as it sounded a lot like a mercenary mentality - allegiance to coin was whimsical, and not the fun kind.

"Fair enough," Mitsutada said. "We all have loyalties beyond this island of some sort, after all."

He reached into his pocket and found his phone, which he pulled out and flipped over to his stopwatch app. "Please do two laps around the house. Your time begins now."

Now he was just messing with him.

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Reno blinked, and then broke into a laugh. Hell, even taking a few moments to do that wasn't going to hurt his time much. Neither was walking over and holding out his bag for the guy to take.

"Hold my weasel while I run, yo."

Ferret, there. Same difference.

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Mitsutada took the bag without hesitation. Honestly, that little moment of trust - even if it was slight forced, was a sign in Reno's favor.

"I promise not to bite it," he said.

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"He bites back," Reno replied, smirking. And that was true enough, but when Mako bit, that was mostly just how he played.

And then, as if he wasn't even there, he was gone, with just a slight breeze behind him.

Reno wasn't called 'the fastest Turk' for nothing, and Lady Ghanima had taught him so much besides.

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"Well that's good enough for me," Mitsutada said to himself. He mainly just wanted to see if he'd do it, the timing was not actually necessary. There wasn't an actual physical fitness requirement to living in this house.

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“Stripper?” Miguel poked his head out of the kitchen. “Wasn’t me, but -“ He saw Reno. “Huh. You’re a stripper?”

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"Will being a stripper get me a room?"

Look, he'd said that wasn't usually his thing, but sometimes a guy had to check.

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“I think it’ll mostly get you either wolf whistles or requests to put your clothes back on,” Miguel said. “You’re looking for a room?”

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"That's the plan, yeah," Reno agreed, nodding. "Familiar with the island already, just got back into town, and don't have a place to stay. Figured I'd try my luck here."

So far this was working out far better than he'd anticipated it would. Only on Fandom Island, he supposed.

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Miguel shrugged. “We just had one roommate head back home a couple weeks ago, so there’s room. Actually,” he added with a slight frown, “he’s also the guy whose house it was, so I have no idea if we’re even paying rent anymore. So you might be able to just move in, but be ready to defend against possible landlords?”

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"I've defended against worse," Reno mused. "Pretty sure I can handle a landlord, yo."

Either he'd fudge the paperwork in his favor or someone was going to die quietly in their sleep. Depended on how Reno was feeling that day, mostly.

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"This is Fandom," Miguel pointed out. "There's no telling who or what a hypothetical landlord might be.

"Anyway, you'll have to meet the other guys, too. As far as me...what are your feelings on spiders?"

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Reno quirked an eyebrow a little at that.

"Ain't got no problem with 'em or anything. Why? You got a pet or something?"

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"I've turned into one before," Miguel said. Because Fandom. "I'd rather not get stomped on in my own home."

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"Duly noted," Reno replied. "I turn into a really big bird on occasion thanks to this place. I won't step on you if you don't serve me up as drumsticks, we'll be even."

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"Fair enough." Miguel grinned. "Let's just hope they don't both happen at the same time." Since he probably looked edible and was very venomous.

"Anything about you we need to know? Special needs, weird experiments in the basement, you can't eat spicy foods?"

That last one would be tragic.

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"I come bearing a ferret," Reno offered, nodding to the bag over his shoulder with a dozing critter inside. "But other'n that, I'm pretty low maintenance. Been livin' in a desert wasteland for the better part of the past decade or more."

Yeah. Just imagine that as a redhead. Great times in Edge.