[rl] Marquis and Minato
It was a very backwards sort of day, the kind that sent people crawling to him with the worst expressions on their faces - deep, meaningful looks coupled with pleads or rationalization. As though he had the time.
And he certainly didn't, not now with this fun little assignment. Resurrection, an easier feat than most realized, though not for the one receiving the favor. Nothing quite like death to rattle your bones clear out of your skin, like swallowing ice and spitting out fire. He nearly touched his neck.
"Are we ready yet?" He asked the bustling woman as he examined the trinkets on her shelf. She owed him, big, and lucky for her she was a talented medium with the distinct and horrid ability to draw souls into her own. Possession, messy business for the possessed but a favor was a favor. The looks she was giving de Carabas were scathing enough.
"Alright." She said, watching him turn and walk over, head tilted curiously as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Minato Arisato?" He asked casually to whatever was clawing it's way through her.