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[unpocoloco]

Héctor
UN: OLLIN

STATUS: Graduate Student / Teacher's Assistant

ACCOLADES: I write music, know how to play a few instruments, mostly la guitarra.

BIO: !Hola¡ Soy Héctor. Yo hablo español y un poco inglés. I've come to Daybreak to learn a little about all this magic stuff and help out around the Campus. If you need an odd job taken care of, I'm your guy! (Unless you are la policía. Or someone I have borrowed from. If that is the case, do not contact me, por favor.)

© TESSISAMESS

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[They have their moments of quiet together. They're nice enough moments, not better than talking but comfortable. He saves any comment about the cigarette as always and they make their way.

And Maverick throws him a curveball. The usual.]

Ace what? Wait hang on. [He holds up his free hand.] Attorney... Attorney... lawyer... lawyer with-- Avery! Avery. Atchison. Oh.

[His mouth presses.]

I'm not sure if calling them a pet is better or worse. But, yes, he's roped the daemon into a contract in exchange for sparing their life. A century long, I hear, but we'll be good and gone by then. He also made an exception that they have to listen to me, but, well, you know, that's kind of... uncomfortable.

[deuteranope]

[Wow. Watching Héctor figure that one out is like going on a damn field trip. What a journey.]

Don't see why. Dickhead made you do shit, right? Fair's fair.

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Ugh, yeah, okay, but I don't want to be reminded of it.

[He makes a face.]

I don't want to be responsible for anything more with that guy. Not to mention having a personal goon just feels bizarre.

[deuteranope]

Yeah? I'll fucking take one.

[Not that he'd end up using it for much, either... It's weird, he agrees.]

No one said you gotta use it. Emergency goon! You ain't getting out of it with no reminders, so just take the fact you didn't gotta fucking make a Contract yourself and move on.

[unpocoloco]

I'm sure Avery could find a way for me to transfer that business over to you somehow.

[That's said ruefully. Be careful what you wish for, kid.]

I am glad that didn't end in a contract though-- no offense meant. I deal with enough being undead alone.

[deuteranope]

No offense taken. That shit's the stupidest fucking thing you could volunteer yourself for.

[Imagine if the holder of his Contract wasn't so fucking Weird that he basically let Mav do whatever and only very rarely called him over to show him a drawing or whatever. He got off real easy with this, most definitely wasn't slowly destroying his health or making him want to die whenever he had to explain it.]

...Sorta fucking surprised, though. Considering this shit was a "latest attempt"?

[unpocoloco]

[It better not be slowly destroying his health.

He grimaces then and looks away.]

We weren't trying to summon a demon. This stuff is just hard to find. Some of it's a little...

[He makes an eeeh noise as he wobbles his hand a bit.]

We're still trying to work out the best method. You know. If there is one. Trial and error. We have a sort of "reset" rune on the circles now but sometimes things happen before we can set that off.

[deuteranope]

[potential to resurrect is a tough one for a human to handle, shred up those lungs from uncontrolled mana usage baybeeeee]

I wanna call you two fucking morons...but apparently the shit I was looking into, that ain't so much purifying like healing, it's purifying like fucking eradicating.

[He'd save Héctor if he could, too. Could he really say that he wouldn't have been trying the same things as them, were he put in the shoes of a wife or husband? A parent to a child only recently reunited with a lost loved one, and who maybe didn't know things were on a ticking clock?]

Not that I would've been fucking able to figure it out to try it.

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[He winces.]

Eesh, that's no good.

[He pauses, blinking.]

Wait, were you looking that up for me?

[Or at least, he was possibly part of this thought process. That would be deeply touching if that's the case.]

[deuteranope]

[Maverick shoots him a sideways glare, scathing enough he hopes Héctor can feel his judgment.]

You really are a fucking dumbass. Who fucking else? If you ain't all Blight by the time the fucking heads of school roll out their Radiance bomb shit, you got a chance of sticking with us, don't you?

[unpocoloco]

[Scathing, judgemental, all of that, but Héctor looks overwhelmed more by the gesture. It is an extremely schmoopy expression upon his face right then.]

Ay, Maverick... [If he hadn't (under another's control) stabbed this kid not too long ago he'd go in to hug him.] All that time... I thought you were just trying to figure out some power in general. You're a sweet kid. Gracias.

[deuteranope]

[UGHHH now he can't even GLARE because this asshole is making him FLUSTERED. He appreciates not being hugged, though, he likes his personal bubble.]

Shut up... Being able to heal myself wouldn't be so fucking bad, either, my fucking Contract don't work that way, I ain't all selfless.

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[He continues beaming away, even in the face of that flustered look. There's a bit more energy in his stride.]

Maybe not, but you're still kind. Are you having any issues with healing right now? I know a spell. Picked it up standing in on Hieke's class one night. It doesn't work on myself but I've managed to use it on others.