"Sorry to bring up a bad memory. Atleast you are doing okay now. If it makes you feel any better, I can put out most fires with magic. You are safe with me." Owen put on a reassuring smile. He was never really sure how to help people who had gone through things he never had.

Owen raised his hand and called their waiter over, "I'll take the check please."

They were soon back out into the street, it was around 11 am. "So, want to go shopping now or head back to the appartment really quick?" His eagerness to still in to his new home was palpabale.

"Let's head back to the apartment real quick, I gotta grab my phone charger."

They headed back to the flat speedily. Mable grabbed her phone charger, but before they could head back out, somebody started pounding on the door.

"What the fuck?" She whispered under her breath. "Any idea who that is?"

Owen was standing in the middle of the front room when he heard the pounding at the door, he didn't even realize exactly what was going on until he heard Mable shout about it from the other room. " I don't know, but I'll get it." He cautiously approached the door. His heart was beating as his eye met the looking lens. Two tall figures in black stood outside, one was banging on the door. Owen put the chain on the door and peaked it open, "Hey, what do you want?" The agitation was masking the nervousness sweeping through his body.

"You are late on your payment, let us in." A gruff voice assaulted him as the man tried to push his way in. The lock strained as he tried to push in. "What? Listen, I payed the first months rent already!" Owen was now pushing against the door to make sure they couldnt push in. "You owe us, we are here to collect" the lock suddenly came undone and the two men pushed in.

Owen stumbled back, he hurried over to the faucet and turned it on before the two men grabbed him and brought him to the center of the room.

Mable stayed crouched in her room, but if she creaked her door wide enough, she could see the two men begin to harass her new roommate. "Where the fuck is the money?" One spat in his face.

They don't know that I'm here, Mable thought to herself. She could hear where Owen had turned the faucet on, but the men didn't seem to notice.

One grabbed Owen's hand and slowly began to twist his fingers back, causing him to wince. Before Mable could think, she slammed open her door, yelling, "Hey!" She punched one guy in the face with her mechanical arm, the sickening sound of flesh hitting iron resonating throughout the room. "Back the fuck off, he paid rent."

What a crazy first day. He was just saved by his new roommate, and he had a promise to uphold. "Get that bitch!" One yelled as he wiped blood from his face. Owen rose quickly, drawing the spot off of his face and throwing it into the eyes of the one that was now going toward Mable. The man stumbled for a second from the spit, giving Owen time to tackle him. Owen used all of the energy he could to freeze the water in their mouths.

Owen got up, his hand still in intense pain. He made sure there was enough room to breathe, but nothing else. Owen couldn't tell Mable who these men really were. He didn't know initially, but the seals on their coats told him exactly who they were. Owen had been excepted into Kyle Martin's on a full ride scholarship, but he had taken a loan to take an extra class. These were Mana managers. Men who collected debts based in magic. He had forgotten about them, that would be dangerous, but he had renewed confidence with someone to help him. He didn't want to use her or lie to her. He would work to get that payed off as soon as possible.

The two men disappeared before either of them could call the police. Owen went over to the sink and ran his hands under the water. Using it to help heal his hand.

As the men ran put the door, Mable stuck her head into the hallway and yelled, "Come back and I'll smack both y'all's asses!" She slammed the door so hard a small crack appeared above the archway. A few curses slipped from her lips as she stared at her cyborg hand. Gotta be more careful, she thought to herself.

Mable retreated into the kitchen to find Owen tending to his wounds. "I would say we should call the police, but, uh...they don't like cyborgs much. Probably should've mentioned that. Wanna tell me who those assholes were?"

Owen felt quite lucky that they hadn't actually broken any fingers. He kept looking down at the sink as Mable yelled down the hallway. He didn't want to look her in the eyes as he lied to her. "They were probably just some hustlers looking to get money from young Tennants. They are gone now, are you okay? It didn't look like they got you." His voice was softer than normal, his normal cheer and charm was an empty echo. He turned the faucet off and slid into the main room where Mable was.

Owen went around the room, cleaning up some of the things that fell. He even fixed the blankets on the futon.

"Does that happen often?" Mable almost chuckled. "Because I ain't afraid to smack a bitch. Again." She helped Owen clean up some of the mess. "Can we go shopping now? I need to get some more stuff for my room."

"Yeah, we should go shopping." Owen walked out of the apartment, letting Mable leave before he locked it. They were walking down the street, only midday and much had already happened.

"First time it has happened to me. Good to know I have someone I can rely on.... Thanks for having my back" He was finally getting calm again. He had been in a few training fights as a student.... And when he was a kid...

Now was the time for furniture, food, and clothes. "Where to first? We should go furniture shopping so it can be home around the same time as us" They didn't have a car, so they would have to get it sent back without them.

"I guess the furniture store. I kinda don't wanna sleep on the floor," Mable chuckled. They arrrived at the nearest used-furniture store and began to browse. The first bedset they looked at had slash marks and burn scorches on it. "Christ, this place is sketchy as hell," she murmured under her breath.

Mable was right, sleeping on a futon or the floor was not a good option, but the furniture here was certainly not luxury. "I like this..." Owen said as he approached a 200 dollar double bed. They continued searching around, avoiding the furniture with bullet holes, smoke stains, and even a couch missing half of it's seats. Owen selected: A coffee table for the front room, a 3 person couch, that double bed and a night stand. "Got everything you want? I am pretty happy with what I got." It all ended up costing $900 for him.

Owen looked over at Mable for a moment. She was nice, funny, good in a fight. He was certainly glad to have her as his roommate. He hoped she felt the same about him, even if he had put her in danger.

"Everything we got in here are basically the only things worth buying, so yeah, I guess I am happy with my purchases." They directed the trucks to arrive at their apartment complex later than evening to drop off their furniture. The two roommates stood outside, watching the city traffic shuffle by. "Anything else we could do today?"

She was right, the place was basically a dump. "We should get some groceries, cooking is probably better than TV dinners or take out every night." They started down the road, there was a Walmart down the street where they could get some food. It was getting to be mid-day, but he still wasn't hungry. Owen thought about the attackers, why would they attack him in his home like that? He would need to get that payed off as soon as possible, preferably without Mable knowing.