Skulduggery Pleasant. Lost. Billy-Ray chose to believe Gabe was joking, because he wasn't quite sure what he'd do with the information otherwise. His laughter faded to a short chuckle, and then he slowly - painfully - straightened up. Gabe was waiting for him to recover, standing a short distance down the corridor. Not exactly surprising, if he was hoping to get more out of Billy-Ray's mind, which he wouldn't.
His phone likely had reception by now. Should Billy-Ray call someone? Dusk might be back by now, but he and Jack would be busy with the Professor, if all was going well. Which meant calling Dreylan Scarab. And yes, Billy-Ray was willing to work with the man, even for no money to speak of, because they had a common goal. Or at least, their goals had an important result in common. But Billy-Ray was never going to stoop to asking Scarab for unnecessary help.
If Gabe actually made any real progress, then maybe. Otherwise, Billy-Ray hadn't quite fulfilled his amusement quota yet.
Speaking of lunch, Billy-Ray hadn't eaten anything since last night. That... may have hampered his magic even further, actually. It was a tiny slimmer of hope, since he wasn't really hungry, but it was hope nonetheless.
"You don't have to stop on my account," he grinned. "You should probably get goin'. It's gonna take you all day just to find the stairs."
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Father O'Reilly nodded slowly. "I think," he said, carefully and once more reaching for his tea mug, "that that's enough questions for right now."
He sipped at the tea with pursed lips and as empty an expression as he could manage - which, admittedly, wasn't very empty. Black was swimming at the edges of his vision, and his head felt faint. He imagined he was very pale, too, looking on the verge of passing out. He wouldn't, though. That would be too simple.
And then he thought of something else, and while Father O'Reilly really didn't want any more answers for the moment, this one was important. "Does the, um... the Sanctuary. Do they keep track of who knows? Is there anything I need to do?" Will any other powerful strangers show up on my doorstep with more surprises? he added silently. That was what really worried him. As uncomfortable as the new knowledge was, Father O'Reilly did not want anyone to take it away again - and in a world of sorcerers, he didn't believe that was a rare or impossible feat.
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His phone likely had reception by now. Should Billy-Ray call someone? Dusk might be back by now, but he and Jack would be busy with the Professor, if all was going well. Which meant calling Dreylan Scarab. And yes, Billy-Ray was willing to work with the man, even for no money to speak of, because they had a common goal. Or at least, their goals had an important result in common. But Billy-Ray was never going to stoop to asking Scarab for unnecessary help.
If Gabe actually made any real progress, then maybe. Otherwise, Billy-Ray hadn't quite fulfilled his amusement quota yet.
Speaking of lunch, Billy-Ray hadn't eaten anything since last night. That... may have hampered his magic even further, actually. It was a tiny slimmer of hope, since he wasn't really hungry, but it was hope nonetheless.
"You don't have to stop on my account," he grinned. "You should probably get goin'. It's gonna take you all day just to find the stairs."
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Father O'Reilly nodded slowly. "I think," he said, carefully and once more reaching for his tea mug, "that that's enough questions for right now."
He sipped at the tea with pursed lips and as empty an expression as he could manage - which, admittedly, wasn't very empty. Black was swimming at the edges of his vision, and his head felt faint. He imagined he was very pale, too, looking on the verge of passing out. He wouldn't, though. That would be too simple.
And then he thought of something else, and while Father O'Reilly really didn't want any more answers for the moment, this one was important. "Does the, um... the Sanctuary. Do they keep track of who knows? Is there anything I need to do?" Will any other powerful strangers show up on my doorstep with more surprises? he added silently. That was what really worried him. As uncomfortable as the new knowledge was, Father O'Reilly did not want anyone to take it away again - and in a world of sorcerers, he didn't believe that was a rare or impossible feat.