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Marcus had a dilemma. He had money for the wedding, but… It wasn’t exactly a whole lot. The most went into the rings, the rest was more or less for things like a tux, a cake, the church. It all added up and Marcus really didn’t want to ‘skimp’. Granted they were doing what amounted to in some senses a shotgun wedding, but he wanted it to be nice. He wanted it to be as normal as possible. Traditional even. Wedding were just… expensive.

He didn’t want to ask for money, he wanted to pay his own way. It was a fairly stupid thing and Dis even told him as much but Marcus was prideful. He had his pride and he also didn’t like the idea of asking friends to pay for something for him and Cass. It felt like an abuse of said friendship. He needed to just earn more cash he rationalized. Maybe see if he would take a few extra duties and missions for a small bonus or an advancement. There was only really one person to ask so, as wary as he was, he sent the text.

The text got a prompt reply back.

The voice made him jump and bit spinning to look at his division leader with a curious glance. Twinkies and tabasco? Well, he's once eaten an elephant eat with mayo. Who was he to judge?

"Well, um-" The hall was a bit informal, but, she was the boss really. "I know we get paid each month and everything and I'm really grateful for that but...I was wondering if there was anyway that I might be able to earn some extra cash next month? Nothing long term, just a few odds and ends maybe? I ah.. I'm trying to save for something."

He felt awkward. Mostly as, "I don't want to be borrowing money from anyone if I can avoid it."

Well, that was one way to add flavor. Somewhere, he was sure some poor lab hunter was throwing a fit over a needle. Only not really. They would probably just blame Robert. It seemed like a pretty logical step.

"To be completely honest, as much as humanly and reasonably possible. Given our salaries, my guess would be one to two hundred dollars is all about what I'd be able to earn, but really, anything would help. I've spent almost..everything on the wedding and I kind want to get a bit of a head start on what..come after."

She was going to eat the whole box wasn't she?
Probably. She's got the build that she'll probably go work it off by punching bricks into shapes. Nice leader you have Marcus.
The moon hunter ignored Dis as he went into how Cass might look like that if she started going to the gym with him. The news that he was apparently close to becoming a full, no longer trainee hunter, was a bit of a shock but it was a kind of nice to hear. He doubted they would promote him if he wasn't ready, so even if he was being considered, that was a good sign wasn't it? He hoped as much.

"That's... well aside from the first time I've heard of it, it's more than fair, given that Deus ex is our home and we do have a habit of.. breaking things." Like the kitchen. And the bathroom. And the whole island.

The option of what type of mission he could take were not really the most appealing, but, when was anything. One sounded like as a moon hunter, he'd be playing bodyguard; just what he'd been doing only for less savory characters. Finding treasure was... Risky, and the chance he might not get paid at all. He was wanting to marry Cass so soon in part, because of that fear of nothing able to so. Dis crept back to the front of his thoughts.

You won't take the treasure hunt.
Why not?
I won't let you. You were trained to follow orders, to keep people alive as commanded. A darker touch, a thought he hadn't brought back for a long time.
You were raised to do whatever it took to survive. To get what you want in the end. You will be the mercenary Marcus, because it is something you already know how to be.

As much as Marcus didn't want to admit it, that was true enough. He'd do it because he knew he simply could. "I could deal with dicks in suits. Treasure hunting isn't.. something I think I would do well in. But following orders and doing what is needed is something I can do." He nodded, mind made up. "I would guess that since I'm a moon, my job would mostly be body guard work?"

Marcus liked the idea of being a hero, but, it wasn't a priority. Staying alive usually was. Besides, he was pretty sure girl scouts would chase him off. He'd stolen boxes from the as a kid. Angry troop leaders and moms did not react kindly to 'steal the cookies' dares. Granted they'd never been caught, but he say they way they had looked at him.
They just knew.

"Morally questionable, but rather profitable. That's usually how it is though." He shrugged before looking down at the tabasco injected twinkie.

Julie offered food and there had been nasty results. But that was because she had added god only knew what to it. This was... tabasco in a twinkie. He'd had mayo on an elephant ear once. "Sure." He would try it, what was the worse that could happen?

You offered Edith, you offered. Raising en eyebrow at her advice he heard Dis telling him to swallow it down, work on that gag reflex.

No thanks Dis. No. Thanks.
I'm just saying...
NO.
Fun sucker.

That he was. Shoving it into his mouth everything was fine for a few seconds. Then? A very weird burning spice, he swallowed almost immediately, mouth asking his brain 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?' He blinked a few times, trying to not make a face but failing. It was more a shock than anything. "Wow that was uh-" he blinked again, mouth still slightly protesting what he'd just consumed, "-interesting. But, for the jobs, what will I need to do? like, do I sign up anywhere? Is there someone in charge I need to go talk to?"

He smiled. "Thank you, this.. it means a lot. I'll uh, be waiting for the text or call I guess." He looked at her twinkies.
"I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Thanks again for meeting with me."

Not much left to say, the moon trainee bowed his head and went marching off to the dorms for yet another run to see if he couldn't clear out a few more monsters.