Skulduggery had to laugh. Gabriel clearly hadn't known Ghastly all that long. "I'm sure he will," Skulduggery assured the Archangel with a knowing smile. "I'm sure Ghastly would be honored. I don't think he's ever made a cowboy hat before. He probably hasn't catered to Archangels much, either."
As he was speaking, Skulduggery kept a careful eye on Gabe, watching while he took his first slow step towards the door. He didn't try to interfere. Clumsy as his illusory skin might make him look, Skulduggery still only weighed about 13 kilos, and he still had the gracefulness of an incredibly stealthy jungle cat. If Gabe looked like he was about to pitch forward onto his face, Skulduggery could be there to steady him in less than a second.
"I've told them the gist of it," he informed Gabe as he pulled open the door, accidentally flooded the room with light, and quickly closed the door again. "Nothing about Lucifer, however. How are you feeling?"
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There were very, very few people who had the audacity to call on China so early in the morning. Visit her library, yes. Ask for her help while browsing, constantly. But knock on her apartment door?
Fortunately for whoever was waiting on the other side, China was in a fairly generous mood today. Having her suspicions about Gabe confirmed last night, far from scaring her off of following up on the impromptu investigation, had lent a new and welcome zeal to her efforts. So little presented China with any kind of a challenge anymore; trying to learn more about the angel and his relation to Skulduggery was proving almost impossible. China was up all night looking through her extensive collection for anything that might be helpful, and it was a wonderful new feeling to experience.
Unfortunately for whoever was knocking, China had been up all night looking through her extensive collection for anything that might be helpful. She was exhausted and, therefore, slightly testy.
With a delicate sigh, China tapped the symbol that turned the door transparent from her side, and the testiness vanished when she saw who it was, to be replaced with surprise. Skulduggery, she would have expected. That sense of entitlement detectives carried around with them hadn't seemed to diminish with a year in another dimension. But Solomon Wreath... China had to admit, she was thrown. And, more annoyingly, she had no idea what the Necromancer would need to see her at such an inopportune hour for.
"Come in," she called, tapping another symbol to unlock the door. No doubt it had something to with Skulduggery. China couldn't imagine the skeleton detective would be too happy with learning about Valkyrie's activities while he was indisposed, and the first thing he would have done was find Solomon. China just couldn't understand what would make Solomon subsequently come to her.
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As he was speaking, Skulduggery kept a careful eye on Gabe, watching while he took his first slow step towards the door. He didn't try to interfere. Clumsy as his illusory skin might make him look, Skulduggery still only weighed about 13 kilos, and he still had the gracefulness of an incredibly stealthy jungle cat. If Gabe looked like he was about to pitch forward onto his face, Skulduggery could be there to steady him in less than a second.
"I've told them the gist of it," he informed Gabe as he pulled open the door, accidentally flooded the room with light, and quickly closed the door again. "Nothing about Lucifer, however. How are you feeling?"
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There were very, very few people who had the audacity to call on China so early in the morning. Visit her library, yes. Ask for her help while browsing, constantly. But knock on her apartment door?
Fortunately for whoever was waiting on the other side, China was in a fairly generous mood today. Having her suspicions about Gabe confirmed last night, far from scaring her off of following up on the impromptu investigation, had lent a new and welcome zeal to her efforts. So little presented China with any kind of a challenge anymore; trying to learn more about the angel and his relation to Skulduggery was proving almost impossible. China was up all night looking through her extensive collection for anything that might be helpful, and it was a wonderful new feeling to experience.
Unfortunately for whoever was knocking, China had been up all night looking through her extensive collection for anything that might be helpful. She was exhausted and, therefore, slightly testy.
With a delicate sigh, China tapped the symbol that turned the door transparent from her side, and the testiness vanished when she saw who it was, to be replaced with surprise. Skulduggery, she would have expected. That sense of entitlement detectives carried around with them hadn't seemed to diminish with a year in another dimension. But Solomon Wreath... China had to admit, she was thrown. And, more annoyingly, she had no idea what the Necromancer would need to see her at such an inopportune hour for.
"Come in," she called, tapping another symbol to unlock the door. No doubt it had something to with Skulduggery. China couldn't imagine the skeleton detective would be too happy with learning about Valkyrie's activities while he was indisposed, and the first thing he would have done was find Solomon. China just couldn't understand what would make Solomon subsequently come to her.