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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 8:41 pm
He'd been thinking about the state of things more often than not- His marriage, (good), his health, (...good for what it was worth), his work, (Better than most), and overall, things were kind of looking up for the moon hunter. Yet he felt surprisingly melecholy. He chalked some of it up the the fact his operation aquarium had failed, Cass was off island nearly daily, and overall it felt like things had stagnated in a way. One regret that kept nagging at him however was Dove, the innocent dog he'd gotten Cass who was now living off island and hardly got to see. He wished he could have more his own reason to go, and with things getting more and more hectic, the idea that him or Cass might die and leave Dove with no one was.. depressing. He wanted a dog. Not just for Dove but, for himself too. He knew what he'd name his dog, (Patrick). Knew he'd do whatever he needed to do to be a good owner and just have something to take care of- Sighing he made his way over to the office of one Mist lead, hoping maybe he could possibly just convince the lead for some serious slack. A knock and- "Lance, It's Marcus. ANd no, Cass isn't in trouble this time." He figured that the Cass thing was best to get out of the way right at the get-go/
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 10:23 pm
A loud, undisguised sigh came from the office followed by the slap of paper being tossed aside. "What is it then? C'mon in," Lance called, leaning back in his chair as he waited for the Moon Hunter to enter. The division leader was shaking out his hand as he placed his pen aside, ignoring the papers scattered across his desk as he shot a level stare at the hunter that entered.
"Don't really see you around that much. What brings you here?" Lance asked bluntly, gesturing for Marcus to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 10:27 pm
Marcus smiled a bit, "Don't look so happy to see me. Like I said, Cass is fine. Better than fine actually. She's been doing pretty well." Sitting down, Marcus wasn't sure where to begin so he started where he figured was best to start- at the root. "I want to get a dog."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 5:40 pm
"And you're telling me this and not Edith because...?" A hint of a smile tugged at Lance's lips. "She may like food but I highly doubt she'd consider eating it." The division leader dropped his gaze, looking away. "...Then again, maybe she... She wouldn't, would she?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:02 pm
Marcus deadpanned. "I've eaten cookies that made me 10 years older, a cat, various forms of shakes which I can't verify the contents of, hot sauce Twinkies, stuff that glowed odd colors and I know at one point I've eaten foxfire and giant titan squid. Frankly, I suspect if it can be killed, it can be eaten is some kind of secret moon recipe rule." He sighed. "I dunno- I mean, I worry about Dove. How she's doing, Cass can only go out there so often and she's also not my dog so I don't want to assume I can just go and visit her? Yet I feel bad. I just, I want a part of my life to just feel like it's still.. normal? I liked Dove. I liked the idea we could have a dog. Dogs." He rubbed his neck. "Does that even make sense?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 7:01 pm
"You don't eat dog," Lance interrupted. "You just. Don't. That's like admitting you'll eat your best friend if push comes to shove. What the hell do you think this place is, a questionable carhop eatery?" He didn't bother hiding the look of disgust he shot Marcus. Dogs weren't food; they just weren't. Minus respect points for the implication that you could eat dog, Marcus. Lance leaned back in his chair, frowning. "The only reason she can still claim ownership," he began slowly, "Is because some of my mates and I managed to save up several year's worth of pay to buy a chunk of land and build on it and outfit it with shields and generators and pay for the upkeep. Cass is doing enough for me to contribute to the bottomless pit owning land out there creates, and she's only there with my express permission. If you want the same deal, you're going to have to make it worth my while. What do you have to offer?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 7:43 pm
He shook his head. "There is a reason I don't eat most things that come from my own division unless I made them myself. I may have grew up in new york city, but even I've got some standards." He wouldn't knowingly eat dog. Marcus just kept rubbing his neck. "For starters- cash. The initial cost of a dog is high, I've got more than enough saved up to cover the fees. I speak four languages, and can read and write in three of them. I have the urban training mobile unit that is under my care and watch, I can fix a hell of a ton of things.... I'm one of the older and more experienced moon hunters, the second hunter of my entire pod unit- You want a moon hunter on a few missions and not have to pay them- just take the pay and put it to the dog? Negotiable to the fair bench mark of cost. Plus you mention the cost of upkeep? I can build you a damn house if you wanted Lance. Free repairs on the place." Marcus sighed, head falling into his hands. "I promise not to kill your favorite actor?"
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