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The man had ink. Skin stained from needles in intricate patterns that gave imagery to thoughts and held no doubt meanings that he personally would understand. Marcus could see the lure of it, the temptation of coloring his skin with it's own graphic images.

Symbols that would carry memories.

After all, the last little storm, had apparently taken a few of his own, though he'd been told it was likely for the better.

Still, Marcus didn't know if he wanted the tattoos he'd had suggested to him, if they were worth it. So, the new guy, with his layers and colors and such looked to be the one to ask.

"Hey."

Marcus was good at introductions.
"Dorian right? Ian's friend? Uh- got a minute?" The fact that all hunters were stuck on island likely would result in a yes but one could never be too sure.

The cig was paid no mind, if anything, Marcus just held back the urge to knock it to the ground. There were more important matters do deal with.

"Er- yeah hi. Sorry, I took German in highschool." A look off to the side, he really out to pick that back. "And it was more wondering if you had anyone pulling you to training or gophering or cleaning duty. Usually you trainees get busy work more than us but ehhhh hard to say." He waved it off. So long as he wasn't stealing 'someone else's' trainee he'd be fine.

"That said- I wanted to ask you about, if it's not rude or anything, your tattoos?" He left the statement as a question. Contradictory.

"Was debating on getting my own is all." Explaining could help share why he was just randomly harassing.

Just a bit.

"Well, at one point there were only a few dozen hunters around... so afraid the saying is kinda... on the cheap side." Haha he was so funny.

Dis laughed, if just from Marcus's terrible level of joking.

"But yeah, thinking of a few things, possibilities really? One being across my chest like-" He motioned across his pectorals, just under his collarbone. "Just a saying, 'a man is nothing but a secret'. Then on my back.. uh... something that covers just about.. well, all of it." He had no idea how much that would hurt. Had to be less worse than being crushed to death by conquest at any rate.

"Anything you can tell me? I know that I'll need a quality artist, but I don't know as far anyone anywhere who'd be any good? Or what places would be good to go to start looking."

Marcus had become numb to watching other men undress. After so many times he just filtered the action out as 'normal'. Though Dis did whistle and comment on how he'd love to do things to that tattooed trainee.

But Marcus was more focused on the intricacy of the designs.

"Soft flesh hurts huh? I'll keep that in mind. As for sleeping on my back.. Won't be much a problem. Nor will pain. I'm a moon remember. The masochist division given how we take the hits."

And how they got stuck on the front lines just to be fodder.

"What do your's mean, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Haha, well, you'll get used to it. Cass says that it becomes second nature to just adapt but I prefer sticking to a regime." Hands folding into his pockets, Marcus stood, pensive for a moment.


"That's... too personal for me. But I get it. Each one means something- Though zombies on your back might not be what you want in reality. Just saying." He laughed it off. "Anyway, thanks. Think you can hook me up with a place to start?"

Marcus held up a hand shaking his head while doing so.
"Getting the days off shouldn't be a problem. Not for me anyway. For you I might be able to convince someone that I need your assistance with a mission or something... wouldn't be the first time someone has done something that subverted the rules you know?"

Not that he did often but he was like the rest, sometimes rules needed to be broken just to feel like you had something.

Scratching at his neck and the scar left on it, Marcus paused then looked again at the designs on Dorian.

"I'd appreciate the help in design. All I've got are vague ideas at best..and with limited time off island.. best to go prepared right?"