A man like Myron wouldn't be fooled by a vague basis for impossible magic. Like China, he would know the magical language that symbols and sigils were based off of. He may not be quite such a master manipulator of them, but he would know enough to call a lie when he heard it. Besides which, Skulduggery couldn't completely trust Gabe to stick to so-called 'safe' magic when helping an individual in need. The angel could easily stray into using something Myron didn't understand, and Myron - who was a paranoid man by necessity nowadays - would never let it go.
But as Gabriel said. They'd just have to see when they got there.
"Where am I taking us?" Fletcher asked as he took Gabe's hand. "I have no idea where this place is."
Skulduggery might have suggested Teleporting the Bentley with them so they could drive properly around Dublin, but he did not want to see his beloved car getting Teleported anywhere. Proficient as Fletcher already was from years of practice, he wasn't even 18 yet. There was simply no way Skulduggery was going to risk seeing that car in pieces.
"Anywhere in Dublin," he answered instead. "If we're near one of my backup cars, we'll take that. Otherwise..." he practically shuddered at the thought. "We can always take a cab."
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"Yeah." Ghastly was thinking just well enough to avoid mentioning magic directly; he didn't know for sure, after all. But other than that, he just did not see a reason to keep anything hidden anymore. "A friend. A... someone I know. Just found out that..."
... that what? He'd betrayed them? Tried to kill them? Killed all their friends? Spent five years being one of the worst war criminals in the history of the world?
Ghastly's expression closed against the fresh surge of pain. "His line's about as messed up as lines can get."
Another drink. Ghastly hadn't given up on the impromptu competition, exactly, but this one was more for his own sake than for any real chance of winning.
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But as Gabriel said. They'd just have to see when they got there.
"Where am I taking us?" Fletcher asked as he took Gabe's hand. "I have no idea where this place is."
Skulduggery might have suggested Teleporting the Bentley with them so they could drive properly around Dublin, but he did not want to see his beloved car getting Teleported anywhere. Proficient as Fletcher already was from years of practice, he wasn't even 18 yet. There was simply no way Skulduggery was going to risk seeing that car in pieces.
"Anywhere in Dublin," he answered instead. "If we're near one of my backup cars, we'll take that. Otherwise..." he practically shuddered at the thought. "We can always take a cab."
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"Yeah." Ghastly was thinking just well enough to avoid mentioning magic directly; he didn't know for sure, after all. But other than that, he just did not see a reason to keep anything hidden anymore. "A friend. A... someone I know. Just found out that..."
... that what? He'd betrayed them? Tried to kill them? Killed all their friends? Spent five years being one of the worst war criminals in the history of the world?
Ghastly's expression closed against the fresh surge of pain. "His line's about as messed up as lines can get."
Another drink. Ghastly hadn't given up on the impromptu competition, exactly, but this one was more for his own sake than for any real chance of winning.