Well, whatever. It wasn't like Billy-Ray really needed to know, or was really all that interested. He managed to shrug, sending greater cascades of dirt raining down into the bottom of the small space they were in. "Fair enough. Hey, let me help welcome you to our reality. Hope you enjoy your stay here!"
Wait a minute. If Gabe came from another dimension, wasn't it possible he wasn't a sorcerer? Or a different kind of sorcerer? Maybe he could do things Billy-Ray had never even heard of. The thought made him grin. "If you don't know Pleasant all that well yet, let me be the first to tell you that he'll probably come for you pretty quick. Likes to paint himself as unpredictable, but come on. Certain situations, you just know. You probably don't have anythin' to worry about."
And with that, Billy-Ray gathered his strength and started off again, traveling diagonally up towards the castle. Fast enough to make conversation annoying as hell over the roaring, but much too slow for Billy-Ray's liking. Slow enough that even with the fresh air rolling over them and letting him breathe again, the trickling dirt was still liable to trip him up. Billy-Ray had to focus all his energy on sticking to the right course, and it was only a minute before the pain began radiating again, seizing up his limbs and begging him to stop. Billy-Ray fought it tooth and nail for one more minute, even sped up by a few kilometres per hour, before his own vision had grown so black that he could no longer see.
Billy-Ray stopped for another rest, heaving for breath. It took him another few seconds to remember that he needed to keep that breathing under control nowadays, needed to calm down and try to take deep, slow breaths. It didn't work so well this time.
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"Soul-catcher?" The boy frowned, clearly just as confused by the phrase as Father O'Reilly himself was. But in Fletcher Renn's case, he would at least have some measure of context. Father O'Reilly was beginning to suspect a huge chunk of the world had eluded his understanding for years, and would continue to elude his understanding for the rest of his life. "Okay," Fletcher continued, albeit slowly and still with that frown. "I will. See you guys later, then."
And then, once again, he disappeared into thin air.
Trying to accept that sorcery - and good sorcery - existed had, ironically, been easier when all Father O'Reilly had to deal with was the problem of Necromancy right in front of him. Necromancy had never been quite so literal in his mindset before, but at least it was something the priest could halfway understand. He knew it was wrong. Now, he simply had no idea what to think or how to feel, and no one seemed to be telling him.
Now, it seemed he would actually be meeting Saint Gabriel before too long.
"He doesn't wear shoes?" Father O'Reilly asked, mildly stunned to find himself grasping for the last thing that had made sense. He had never minded becoming the student to his wards before, never minded admitting someone younger than him knew more than he did. Now, however, it felt... it felt a little like he'd failed at something, and he wasn't sure what.
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Well, whatever. It wasn't like Billy-Ray really needed to know, or was really all that interested. He managed to shrug, sending greater cascades of dirt raining down into the bottom of the small space they were in. "Fair enough. Hey, let me help welcome you to our reality. Hope you enjoy your stay here!"
Wait a minute. If Gabe came from another dimension, wasn't it possible he wasn't a sorcerer? Or a different kind of sorcerer? Maybe he could do things Billy-Ray had never even heard of. The thought made him grin. "If you don't know Pleasant all that well yet, let me be the first to tell you that he'll probably come for you pretty quick. Likes to paint himself as unpredictable, but come on. Certain situations, you just know. You probably don't have anythin' to worry about."
And with that, Billy-Ray gathered his strength and started off again, traveling diagonally up towards the castle. Fast enough to make conversation annoying as hell over the roaring, but much too slow for Billy-Ray's liking. Slow enough that even with the fresh air rolling over them and letting him breathe again, the trickling dirt was still liable to trip him up. Billy-Ray had to focus all his energy on sticking to the right course, and it was only a minute before the pain began radiating again, seizing up his limbs and begging him to stop. Billy-Ray fought it tooth and nail for one more minute, even sped up by a few kilometres per hour, before his own vision had grown so black that he could no longer see.
Billy-Ray stopped for another rest, heaving for breath. It took him another few seconds to remember that he needed to keep that breathing under control nowadays, needed to calm down and try to take deep, slow breaths. It didn't work so well this time.
~~
"Soul-catcher?" The boy frowned, clearly just as confused by the phrase as Father O'Reilly himself was. But in Fletcher Renn's case, he would at least have some measure of context. Father O'Reilly was beginning to suspect a huge chunk of the world had eluded his understanding for years, and would continue to elude his understanding for the rest of his life. "Okay," Fletcher continued, albeit slowly and still with that frown. "I will. See you guys later, then."
And then, once again, he disappeared into thin air.
Trying to accept that sorcery - and good sorcery - existed had, ironically, been easier when all Father O'Reilly had to deal with was the problem of Necromancy right in front of him. Necromancy had never been quite so literal in his mindset before, but at least it was something the priest could halfway understand. He knew it was wrong. Now, he simply had no idea what to think or how to feel, and no one seemed to be telling him.
Now, it seemed he would actually be meeting Saint Gabriel before too long.
"He doesn't wear shoes?" Father O'Reilly asked, mildly stunned to find himself grasping for the last thing that had made sense. He had never minded becoming the student to his wards before, never minded admitting someone younger than him knew more than he did. Now, however, it felt... it felt a little like he'd failed at something, and he wasn't sure what.