It may not have been a glamorous solution, but it was practical and it worked extremely well given angels hardly had to extend their senses at all to find the cash to pay for a cup of coffee and a pastry--let alone anything else.
Of course, the main reason why angels didn't just conjure up their own money wasn't because they were technically 'illusions'--because they were solid enough to pass, forever, as real currency--but because additional unexpected money from out of nowhere would have had a negative effect on the economy. Which was why, of course, Lucifer had done it once or twice.
The cabbie stopped and Gabriel bent to give him a smile through the window, opening the door and turning to gesture toward the others. "Excellent," he said with a laugh, beckoning to both Fletcher and Skul. The driver stared at the latter, a fact which Gabriel noticed as he turned to open the back door. He grinned. "Wager."
Understanding dawned over the driver's face and he smirked, waving them to get in the car.
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Contrary to Ghastly's possible expectations, Dad--God--was grinning proudly at the tailor as if Ghastly was asking all the right questions. "'Course you are," He said. "Wouldn't be any fun if no one asked questions. And of course I made it that way. I made it easy a few times, and it always got borin' fast."
He smiled, this time, and the smile was gentle, His accent receding. "What makes you think Gabe isn't getting any help? He's got all of you. He had Skulduggery last night. Or that I wasn't there, whether he knew it or not? Gabriel has relied on Me for too long, and he's finally discovering his self-will. It would have undermined things a bit if I'd gone to him just as he was discovering consequences, don't you think?"
The way He said it, it didn't sound like a rhetorical question, but as if Ghastly could answer and God would take his answer into account. The way he said it wasn't flippant, either; the opposite. There was a sadness in His eyes which said He recognised, quite well and even better than the Archangel himself, the pain Gabriel had been in. Then the smile turned secretive, and although the Creator's gaze was steady, the look in them deepened. "What makes you think I haven't done this very thing before, for anyone else? Even you? And."
An abrupt grin bloomed across God's face, happy and anticipatory, as he drawled: "Ain't much better to unwind than matchin' wits at the arcade games."
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Of course, the main reason why angels didn't just conjure up their own money wasn't because they were technically 'illusions'--because they were solid enough to pass, forever, as real currency--but because additional unexpected money from out of nowhere would have had a negative effect on the economy. Which was why, of course, Lucifer had done it once or twice.
The cabbie stopped and Gabriel bent to give him a smile through the window, opening the door and turning to gesture toward the others. "Excellent," he said with a laugh, beckoning to both Fletcher and Skul. The driver stared at the latter, a fact which Gabriel noticed as he turned to open the back door. He grinned. "Wager."
Understanding dawned over the driver's face and he smirked, waving them to get in the car.
~~~
Contrary to Ghastly's possible expectations, Dad--God--was grinning proudly at the tailor as if Ghastly was asking all the right questions. "'Course you are," He said. "Wouldn't be any fun if no one asked questions. And of course I made it that way. I made it easy a few times, and it always got borin' fast."
He smiled, this time, and the smile was gentle, His accent receding. "What makes you think Gabe isn't getting any help? He's got all of you. He had Skulduggery last night. Or that I wasn't there, whether he knew it or not? Gabriel has relied on Me for too long, and he's finally discovering his self-will. It would have undermined things a bit if I'd gone to him just as he was discovering consequences, don't you think?"
The way He said it, it didn't sound like a rhetorical question, but as if Ghastly could answer and God would take his answer into account. The way he said it wasn't flippant, either; the opposite. There was a sadness in His eyes which said He recognised, quite well and even better than the Archangel himself, the pain Gabriel had been in. Then the smile turned secretive, and although the Creator's gaze was steady, the look in them deepened. "What makes you think I haven't done this very thing before, for anyone else? Even you? And."
An abrupt grin bloomed across God's face, happy and anticipatory, as he drawled: "Ain't much better to unwind than matchin' wits at the arcade games."