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The actions of Rue didn’t go unnoticed. He’d picked up on some unease, but the way the weapon was acting, and Ofelia’s reaction had him stiffen. Dis moved just a hair from his hunter. He’d sworn off helping in a way, but, having his hunter go toe to toe with another weapon was something he couldn’t allow. Not in the context of violence anyway. Marcus knew a bad touch when he saw it, and Rue was bad touching Ofelia like Dis did to him. Only he was used to Dis and Dis's bad touch was easy to stop.

“On second thought, Ofelia, you’ll be coming with me on duty this shift. Dis can deal with the things that still need baking.” The vampire gave Marcus a look that said, ‘you want me to do what?’ “He’ll also stay with Rue. If I need to make this an order I will.” Dis perked a bit at that but still he sighed. Marcus, ever getting involved, ever trying to be helpful. Ever trying to protect the weak as his duty. Dis wondered why he picked his hunter sometimes.

Marcus shook his head. “No. It’s our job to educate trainees anyway. What better way than some hands on experience? Any trouble comes… I’ll deal.” Plus, it would set Dis to a task not even he could mess up. Rather, the look Marcus gave Dis told him if he did mess up there would be hell to pay. Patting Ofelia on the shoulder he aimed to guide her out. “Oh and before we go-“

Turning to his weapon, Marcus gave both Rue and Dis a firm glare. “Normally? I wouldn’t get in-between a hunter and their weapon. But there is a line between playful, being firm, and outright being abusive. Dis, as you’ve so kindly instructed me in the past, do so with Rue. I don’t tolerate threats to friends, not even from their weapons. Ofelia, I’ll give you some advice on how to protect from whatever is going on because what I just saw-“ Shaking his head Marcus gave Rue a hard cold stare. “A partnership is in equal parts, it’s not all about control.” The vampire visibly shifted at that line.


As the hunter left the weapon sighed. "Meddling where he really ought not to be."

Marcus shook his head. “I’ll only say what my lead said to me. If it becomes an issue it will be dealt with.” As they left, Marcus shook his head again. “I’m sorry for stepping in like that. But she… she reminds me of Dis. In a way that I’ll be honest, frightens me.” The vampire, ever trying to get little slivers of control, ever exerting his desires onto Marcus, his demands. “She been that way since you got her or is this a more recent thing? If it’s too personal-“ He trailed off as they headed out to the outpost.
“I may not be able to prevent you from running into the lion’s den Ofie, but if I can help with your weapon I will.” Not can, will. Dis would have laughed.

Dis watched the hunters go and he sighed, shoulders slumping as he looked at the baked goods and what had been left behind. Gingerly, he picked up a pan, inspecting it before pulling a thread from the edge, clinging by static. “He gets nosy.” The golem eyed the other, setting the pan back down. “I assume you just like to have a bit of fun with her. But she said have some fun with me. Hunters… they are so useful, but really, they need to bend more. Just short of breaking.” His fangs came would with a grin. “Also I have no idea how to make anything. So, if we set anything on fire, I am just going to assume that is what is supposed to happen.”

The sudden sickness that made Ofelia lose her insides had Marcus alarmed, reaching out tohold her shoulders, keep hair from her face, make sure she stayed standing. “s**t- just-“ He looked around. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay alright? It happens to everyone, it’s human.” He sent a text over to one the other moons he worked with, short and sweet, a trainee had gotten ill, someone needed to do spill check. Another text- he’d be late. “Come on, I’ll carry you outside and we’ll hose down your feet. If you chuck on me I promise not to hold it against you. It happens.” Tears made his concern rise even more as she explained. That a weapon couldn’t hate their hunter-

“I don’t know who told you that, but they can hate us. Loath us even. They might not be human, but they certainly can share our emotional capacities.” Experience was a harsh teacher in that field. Dis even a worse mentor. “I-“ He rubbed her back, trying to sooth what he could. “Tan skin does bruise, just like any other. It’s when they hit deep that it lingers.” It was a truth he’d learned on his own, though his skin was not so much tan as… pigmented. “Have you talked to any of the leads about this? And of the techs?”

Dis watched as Rue began to toss things, occasionally lifting something already finished and setting it aside. Waste wasn’t something he preferred really. “Tis alright sweetblood. If you stare too long at me I might get offended.” He smiled, clearly of the mind he’d not care in the slightest. “So, she’s the.. flavor of the month in a way?” He wasn’t sure how else to put it. “But, if you play the game of separation, I’ve found that the sweetest victory is when they do it to themselves. As for defense… My Marcus is a moon. He actually cares.” A small sneer as the vampire looked at the cooking instructions. It might as well have been in gibberish. “Bending, bending-“ Dis purred, drawing closer. “There are several things I love to bend. Over, sideway and under- But that thrill of knowing how close they are, how delicious the agony of their will is when their mind screams one thing while the heart screams another- A sweet fruit. Marcus’s mind is one thing, but his will, now that Rue, will be my most delicious prize.”