'Planned to', but Markus didn't know if it'd happened. Max wasn't so sure he'd be content to stay in the dark about something he'd ostensibly created, but he kept mum, shaking his head and leaning back. He wasn't sure he'd be so content for Malcom-Mac-whoever to be the one to take it, either, but he hadn't had the best re-introduction to the guy.
“Man, I hope he did,” Max muttered, letting his hand slip off the bar top and reaching for his beer glass. In the idea of being better safe than sorry, he'd still pass this on to the Exchange front desk. Best case, the cage wasn't there but they knew someone had a contained ghost. Worst case, it was still there, but they knew how to deal with it. Still... Max looked to Markus, quirking an eyebrow. “Do you like... trust the guy with that? A contained ghost?”
A furious ghost who probably used to be human, and was furious for a reason if Max had his onryo stories right. A full blown... killing? Defeat? That would've been the better choice, rather than containment, but from what he understood from Cessair, not everyone knew how. Christ, Max couldn't even do anything like that, unless he found a way to make his claws hurt and banish ghosts.
“Man, I hope he did,” Max muttered, letting his hand slip off the bar top and reaching for his beer glass. In the idea of being better safe than sorry, he'd still pass this on to the Exchange front desk. Best case, the cage wasn't there but they knew someone had a contained ghost. Worst case, it was still there, but they knew how to deal with it. Still... Max looked to Markus, quirking an eyebrow. “Do you like... trust the guy with that? A contained ghost?”
A furious ghost who probably used to be human, and was furious for a reason if Max had his onryo stories right. A full blown... killing? Defeat? That would've been the better choice, rather than containment, but from what he understood from Cessair, not everyone knew how. Christ, Max couldn't even do anything like that, unless he found a way to make his claws hurt and banish ghosts.