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[buckleupforsafety]

Who: Henchman 24 and his new roommates
What: Settling in after his arrival (with a side of suspected home invasion)
Where: House 15
When: After 24's post on Day 93, later in the evening

When he finally got tired of wandering around the place without any real purpose - the walk was too aimless and interrupted by conversations that could be various degrees of frustrating to be called reconnaissance - 24 decided it was time to check out the house the voice on his watch told him he was supposed to live in now. Not wanting to sleep outside was good motivation, too.

Moving away from the town center and towards some clusters of houses, it wasn't a long search. It was a search filled with run-down option after run-down option that left him feeling like a contestant on the worst game show in the world, but it didn't take very long. As he stood in front of it, he realized that he had a house number but not a house key. He wondered if someone was watching him from behind one of the cameras and enjoying the show. Oh! He's here! How long will it take him to realize he's locked out?

Too bad for them, he didn't care about a little breaking and entering. 24 walked up to the door and turned the knob to get a feel for the lock. It was almost disappointing when it turned easily and the door opened. He could have tried out a flying kick on it.

24 stepped inside. So far his new home was dark. He started to feel around for a light switch.

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For want of anything better to do, Dilandau had spent part of the day tidying the house. It was a job normally beneath him, but he'd gotten used to military-level neatness and found he couldn't abide dirt. He'd waited until his housemate left so he wouldn't have to listen to her 'witty' remarks and had worked until he was exhausted.

It was embarrassing to say that it didn't take much to exhaust him nowadays. His injury soon left him breathless and in an uncomfortable amount of pain, so he'd turned out all of the lights and gone to his room for a nap.

The sound of the door opening brought him out to the edge of sleep, but he dismissed it, sure was just Fortescue returning. He managed just enough lucidity to hope that she'd cook some of her catch for him before he draped his arm over his eyes and sank back into his dreams.

[buckleupforsafety]

24 found a light without too much trouble and continued to check out the place. There was something kind of "grandma's rec room" about it. Everything seemed a little old and a little shabby. No one would be surprised to see that chair get carted away to the local Goodwill.

"Great. I won't only be wearing hand-me-downs. Now I have to live in one."

Looking around and trying to take everything in, he never saw the table coming. Maybe because it wasn't moving at all. Just sitting there, being a coffee table or end table or whatever he was supposed to call it when he wasn't too busy banging his shin against it and then grabbing said shin, quickly followed by hopping around and swearing.

[burnburnburn]

Now that woke Dilandau up. He was on his feet before he even registered that the danger that spooked him awake was a voice downstairs. He padded silently to his armour and listened to see if he recognised who it was.

It was a stranger. An angry stranger. An angry stranger in his house, thinking he could crash about the place like it was his own. Dilandau heaved on his armoured jacket and slid his sword from its sheath. Whoever that bastard was, if he was stealing he was going to get his throat slit. He slunk down the stairs as quickly as his injuries let him before edging to the door and peering just far enough to see who it was.

The bee man?

But it didn't matter who, it only mattered that he was daring to enter Dilandau's territory. He gritted his teeth against his pain before striding in and barking.

"What do you think you're doing in my house?!"

[buckleupforsafety]

A guy with a sword. Great. 24 stopped hopping around to hold his hands up in the international gesture of dude, settle down. "Watch where you're pointing that thing!" The voice in his watch didn't mention roommates, but he had invaded enough lairs and laboratories as a henchman to know what it looked like when someone was defending a place that belonged to him.

"I'm trying to break my ankle by falling over furniture." He might have understood that this guy felt like his home was being invaded, but that didn't mean he was going to completely forgive him for being an angry dick about it. He shook his leg out, bent it at the knee and straightened it a couple of times. "This bruise is going to be awful. Technicolor."

[burnburnburn]

He keeps his sword raised, as the Commander of the Dragonslayers doesn't take orders from foolish strangers who dare disturb his sleep. His temper is likewise kept raised by the noted lack of apologies and insufficient cowering at his threat.

"My furniture, in my house, which I didn't invite you into."

He bares his teeth and stalks further into the room, taking small steps so as not to jar his injuries and give this intruder the chance to realise he won't be able to chase him if he ran.