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He didn't feel too good that the guy who took a cool 3 grand from him didn't remember his name







The request sounded simple and non life-threateningly enough, he saw no reason to say no. Plus money.

In about five minutes Jason has turned up in a pair of his old pants and shirts (complete with holes from various missions), forgoing the hunter coat as he felt this would be more DIY home improvement stuff. Not that he had done much but hey he was moon and this was a thing they did from time to time.

It took all of five seconds for the moon to notice the whopping five hundred dollars on top of glorious junk food he hadn't had in years. Hot dam if he was gonna be paid this sort of cash he should volunteer more for this. Seriously what was Marcus thinking passing this up!?

"I-is -t-that..." He wanted to confirm that it was indeed for him encase this was some sort of cruel joke, but he too noticed the machine leaking coffee everywhere.

"U-uhh I'll go grab a cup!" He tore his sights away from the holy grail of money and food and went to go find said cup.

Why where there no cups here?! At least he was able to make do with a cup noodle container but, really, someone should put some Styrofoam ones here.

With his task done, placing the thing on top of the gigantic mess of lost caffeine which made his task seem that much more pointless, he turned to receive his prize from mark when he stopped, leaving the poor guy hanging.

"O-oh" The sudden warning left Jason confused. "O-of course, I wont tell anyone." Because paying anything to Mark was expensive and he would avoid it at all costs.

Jason followed Mark out of his complete and utter mess of a room, a little concerned that the coffee was gonna destroy some of the discarded electronics scattered around on various heaps of junk. (thats if they weren't destroyed already, he couldn't tell what half that crap was anyway). Hopefully he wouldn't be around for the resulting explosion.

Watching Mark proceed towards their destination was like watching James bond on a mission to infiltrate a top secret base riddled with traps to steal top secret documents, except that person wasn't James bond and instead was a scruffy looking guy in a helmet who hadn't bathed in years. And also had no idea what he was doing.

The reached the destination, and Jason had a miniature heart attack. s**t he should of realized they would be fixing Cael's windows, considering he loved breaking them. With bodies.

But he wasn't in. Thank god he wasn't in the room. Two other hunters were, one who immediately vacated the area and another who looked looked less like a hunter and more like a child.

...Why was there a kid in Cael's office?!

He wanted to ask but Mark was drawing on the floor. He knew it was supposed to be a 'plan', but to him it was more a abstract figure of what could loosely be interpreted as a plan. Honesty the kid could do a better job at this.

"...Uhhh..." He took the money wordlessly, looking down at the finished product and still couldn't understand what he wanted. Was this even feasible!?

He ran a hand through his hair. Okay, think logically, start from the very start. "...Do we have the materials? Like..hammers, screws, glass panes...all that stuff?"

Jason was having that moment where he realized he failed at being a moon because he didn't know that moon division had a area dedicated to storing building equipment. But how would he know?! It wasn't like anyone told him this stuff he was busy stitching people up and bandaging and hopefully not changing bedpans for the hundred time that week, he wasn't a builder!

"O...okay t-then." He replied, looking dejected as if he just failed some test, watching the assistant rush out of the office. He caught the basic idea, don't let anyone leave. Which was weird because there was only him and the kid, who looked really familiar...

He turned towards said kid, and for some strange reason had to suppress the urge to hand him a mission report. He also felt a little faint looking at him. Strange.

"Hello" he responded, detecting a hint of sadness. "E-er, he s-shouldn't take too long..."

'Shouldn't' being a very hopeful term here.

The child's judgmental stare and questioning of his sanity had Jason laughing quietly. He had spent much time questioning his own and that of others on this island, and with how half of them acted he doubted many of them had any sanity left. But he wasn't about to freak out the child with such questions.

"No, I couldn't build a wall like this." He gestured to the scribbles on the floor. " B-but I might be able to work out something more feasible, depending on what Mark brings back."

He glanced at the wall, trying to figure out if he just had to cut a small hole or knock the hole thing out, while pondering why the kid was here in the first place. Wasn't he a bit young to be a trainee? He wanted to ask, but then everyone had their own past to bear, some heavier then others, and he didn't wan't to upset him.

"W-whats your name?" He said eventually, opting to start with something simple. "Mine's Jason"

"No? Thats a nice name-" Jason began before he realized the kid had just refused to give it out. "W-wait hold on-"

He stared, listened, then stared some more.

"...H-hold you against your will?!" It was clear he didn't understand what was going on. "W-what do you mean?!" Was he just referring to being held here in the room?