Joel looked at the ceiling of his bedroom. Going over the events of the day. His new powers, the station, his new “friend”. He sighed and swung his feet over the bed frame.
“Hey, you can hear me, right?” Joel asked.
Joel grabbed the book that the spirit gave him. “Why can’t they know about this?”
“I told you. It would complicate things if they knew. Especially Lorelei.”
“Maybe, but this is how it has to be. Hey, can I take over for dinner? It’s been a while since I’ve actually tasted food.”
“Will you tell me your name?” Joel asked.
“Marshall. Don’t tell them. Names have power when it comes to spirits. It’s dangerous for other spirits to know your name.”
“You really sketchy, you know that?” Joel said, fixing his hair.
“Thanks,” Marshall said.
“Not a compliment. FIne. Just give it back after dinner is done. Deal?”
Joel gave Marshall control of his body. A wave of heat washed over Joel as Marshall took over. Marshall looked at himself in the mirror. Examining Joel’s face. He looked through Joel’s things and found Joel’s phone. After going through it, he dialed a number.
“Hello?” Someone answered.
“Mortdecai failed. Can you believe it?” Marshall said.
“Marshall? It’s been forever. I thought he trapped you in the white room?”
“He did, but I found a get out of hell free card. I have a body again. Gather the others. I need to speak to all of you. Let’s say…tomorrow morning. Sound good, Rhys?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I can’t believe your back. Wait until Alice finds out! She just found a body too, and she is, um, making good use of it. Her words, not mine,” Rhys said.
“Of course she is—that poor host. I can only imagine what she’s been up to. Tell the others I need to find Mortdecai’s replacement. I was thinking about you taking his place. At least you are competent.”
“Really?! Marshall, that’s…thank you.”
“I said I was thinking about you for the position. I haven’t made my final decision yet. I’ll let you all know in the morning.” Marshall said when someone knocked on the door. “Hold on.” Marshall put the phone down. “Yeah?”
Lorelei poked her head into the room. “Dinner’s done. I made spaghetti.”
“Sounds good; I’ll be down in a minute. Let me finish this call real quick.” Marshall said doing his Joel impression.
“Alright, but hurry. Connor is threatening to eat all of it.” Lori smiled and closed the door.
Marshall wanted for her footsteps to fade before continuing.
“Was that her? She sounds cute,” Rhys asked.
“Off. Limits. Rhys.”
“Y-Yes, Marshall. I was just joking. No need to get mad.”
“Sorry, it’s been a long day. I know you’re not serious. See you tomorrow, Rhys.”
“See you,” Rhys says as Marshall disconnects.
“What a pain. I guess it’s not that bad. I still have time to get her ready. I should’ve just dealt with this on my own. Never send an underling to do a soul king’s job. I know that now.” Marshall walked over to the mirror and noticed his old tattoos start to outline themselves on Joel’s arm. “Heh, interesting. Eh, it should be fine. Well, time for dinner.” Marshall smiled and left the room.
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