Future Planning

As nice as the mix of magic testing and masturbation is I felt it would be best if I figured out what I wanted to work towards for the future, for starters it was incredibly improper for a magic acolyte to be living in a bog-standard apartment.

The question then was where exactly I would stay, the city was relatively dense and surrounded by sprawling woods, a good location for a witches hut, hidden amongst the forest. A living, breathing lair. I considered it for a moment before shaking my head, discarding the idea, I'm a city boy through and through, the very thought of living out in the wilds, filled with pollen and gross bugs made me scrunch my nose in distaste.

Maybe something closer, by the same logic a tower was out, not least because I figure I may struggle to hide a wizards tower on the one solitary mountain that overlooked the city. Nor would my legs appreciate the trek down from it to the city.

Perhaps... A townhouse?

There were many near-ancient townhouses near the heart of the city, hundreds of years old. Certainly far more dignified for an aspiring magician. It even fit thematically, my wand was clearly shaped after the stage magicians that would have made this place their home.

Decisions made I set off towards the city's oldest quarter.

Tarmac gave way to cobblestone and the ever-present drone of cars faded, replaced by the sounds of boots on cobble and conversations in cafes.

Palia Poli, the old city. A bit of a conundrum because 300 years is not that old but the original Greek settlers were adamant in the name and faux old architecture. Not that I was complaining, it was beautiful.

Soon I had reached the section that was filled with townhouses, contrary to the Greco-Roman decor of the rest of the Poli, these were straight up just London townhouses.

Nova was a decidedly weird city in this way, it was the definition of a 'melting pot' city. Every second block was in a completely different style, clearly city planners were persona-non-Grata here.

I wandered around the townhouses, they were beautiful, old buildings sandwiched together to form an unbroken line of building for a whole skinny block.

I stopped when I came across one that was actually for sale. the fake Victorian decor clashing horridly with the bright yellow sign of the real estate agency that was selling the house.

I boggled slightly at the asking price for the house, not entirely surprised but annoyed nonetheless.

It was currently having open viewings so I saw no harm in walking in for a look around.

The real estate agent gave me a sideways glance as I came in but just rolled their eyes and let me through. Clearly deciding that I probably was not up to anything.

Even without the furniture it was a rather beautiful thing, the entrance hall was fairly spacious, taking up most of the first floor, with a old bathroom at the far end the only thing breaking up the space.

Below it, underground, was the kitchen and pantry respectively. The first floor contained what i presumed was the drawing room, by the empty fireplace, adjacent to a study, despite its emptiness it still carried with it the intoxicating smell of old books.

The second floor held two bedrooms, nothing crazy and on the roof just passed the stairs in the hallway of the second floor was a hatch that led to the attic. It was closed at the moment, presumably they did not want everybody banging about up there so I let it be. they were however, kind enough to stick some pictures of how it looks on the wall next to it, and from the looks it was exactly how I expected it, musty old storage area with a single small window looking out onto the area behind the house.

In short it was beautiful. In long; there was no was in hell I could ever afford this place.

Not unless I was willing to get a bit...tricky.

I smirked at the suspicious realtor on the way out.

Let the heist of the century begin.