"Oh, dear." Gabriel grinned. "If we're going to rely on Rafe for that it's going to take a long while. We'd be better waiting for Michael--at least he's a tracker himself! Or ..." And this was added on thoughtfully. "Or maybe we should get ourselves a dog."
The discussion of which occupied the rest of the journey to the church, with everyone weighing in as to what kind of dog they should get to track Archangels. When they arrived there Gabriel was both thankful and not for the distraction; thankful, because it was a distraction, and he was finding he was growing weary of the never-ending aches and pains he had to endure.
Not, because stepped into the church was like being slapped in the face, and Gabriel flinched and lifted a hand to press the palm of it against his temple. It wasn't as bad as necromancy, but there was a discordant, unceasing tone sounding in this place--a reverberation of all the worship and faith to evil. It sounded a bit like the Faceless Ones themselves.
Something the Archangel was most definitely thankful for was the fact that, firstly, he had Skulduggery supporting him; and, secondly, they were at the back of the group, which meant Gabriel didn't have to face this worshipper up close.
Instead Gabe shifted closer to Skulduggery, taking a deep breath and drawing on the calmness, the amusement, in the detective's soul. They didn't relieve the off-key note completely, but they pushed it into the background, like a faintly-there buzz.
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The discussion of which occupied the rest of the journey to the church, with everyone weighing in as to what kind of dog they should get to track Archangels. When they arrived there Gabriel was both thankful and not for the distraction; thankful, because it was a distraction, and he was finding he was growing weary of the never-ending aches and pains he had to endure.
Not, because stepped into the church was like being slapped in the face, and Gabriel flinched and lifted a hand to press the palm of it against his temple. It wasn't as bad as necromancy, but there was a discordant, unceasing tone sounding in this place--a reverberation of all the worship and faith to evil. It sounded a bit like the Faceless Ones themselves.
Something the Archangel was most definitely thankful for was the fact that, firstly, he had Skulduggery supporting him; and, secondly, they were at the back of the group, which meant Gabriel didn't have to face this worshipper up close.
Instead Gabe shifted closer to Skulduggery, taking a deep breath and drawing on the calmness, the amusement, in the detective's soul. They didn't relieve the off-key note completely, but they pushed it into the background, like a faintly-there buzz.