Detective Marr was a good, trustworthy, and solid replacement for Crux. That, Guild had never doubted. Her only problem was her inability to accept his authoritative decision on matters, or at least her desire to question the hell out of them before Guild finally put his foot down. Normally, he would have welcomed the backtalk as a sign of thorough detective work. There was something about losing many of your fingers, however, that put you in an irritable mood. Especially when the losing of your fingers occurred at the same time as a vampire attack on the Sanctuary.
"Detective Marr," Guild responded, hoping the slight exaggeration on her title might remind her of her place. "I don't like this any more than you do. I wish Pleasant was still stuck over there. Have we made any headway on how, exactly, he happened to be rescued?" More people entered the ward, but since neither of the newcomers was a skeleton, Guild didn't even pay them a first glance. People had been walking in and out of this ward for ages now, and they were all starting to look the same.
The Sanctuary's Grand Mage shook his head. "You know what, never mind." He knew exactly what the answer was going to be: none at all. "But the fact is, Pleasant has dealt with Dusk before. Assuming he hasn't been driven completely insane, he does have a tendency of getting the job done. And like it or not, we need to know what brought him back. If you can think of a better way to do it, I'm all ears."
"Wow," came a voice that sounded suspiciously like Pleasant's. "I'm flattered. Really."
The two people who'd just walked in - one was the barefooted American cowboy Guild had been asking questions about not five hours ago. The other, he realized with a startled and painful jolt, was in fact Skulduggery Pleasant. Pleasant as a human. Pleasant the way Pleasant had looked before Serpine killed him.
Guild did his best to hide the embarrassment at being so easily overheard. He was missing fingers, for God's sake, he couldn't be blamed for being a little less observant than usual. His pain was being numbed, but he couldn't completely ignore all of it. "Pleasant," came his abrupt and gruff response. "And..." he hesitated, studying the inexplicably Teleporting cowboy. "I don't believe we ever caught your name."
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"Detective Marr," Guild responded, hoping the slight exaggeration on her title might remind her of her place. "I don't like this any more than you do. I wish Pleasant was still stuck over there. Have we made any headway on how, exactly, he happened to be rescued?" More people entered the ward, but since neither of the newcomers was a skeleton, Guild didn't even pay them a first glance. People had been walking in and out of this ward for ages now, and they were all starting to look the same.
The Sanctuary's Grand Mage shook his head. "You know what, never mind." He knew exactly what the answer was going to be: none at all. "But the fact is, Pleasant has dealt with Dusk before. Assuming he hasn't been driven completely insane, he does have a tendency of getting the job done. And like it or not, we need to know what brought him back. If you can think of a better way to do it, I'm all ears."
"Wow," came a voice that sounded suspiciously like Pleasant's. "I'm flattered. Really."
The two people who'd just walked in - one was the barefooted American cowboy Guild had been asking questions about not five hours ago. The other, he realized with a startled and painful jolt, was in fact Skulduggery Pleasant. Pleasant as a human. Pleasant the way Pleasant had looked before Serpine killed him.
Guild did his best to hide the embarrassment at being so easily overheard. He was missing fingers, for God's sake, he couldn't be blamed for being a little less observant than usual. His pain was being numbed, but he couldn't completely ignore all of it. "Pleasant," came his abrupt and gruff response. "And..." he hesitated, studying the inexplicably Teleporting cowboy. "I don't believe we ever caught your name."