"Yep. That's him." Ghastly looked away as the crowd on one side of them began cheering, which nicely covered up the sudden choking that came from nowhere right before he calmed down enough to answer. Right. Skulduggery's Archangel. In the post-drunken haze that came with consuming most of Corrival's liquor cabinet in one night, Ghastly had completely forgotten about that part of his conversation with God.
He still didn't really want to think about it. Much as it helped with the sudden fear that Vile could potentially pop back up at any time, Ghastly would really rather have kept his sanity.
He toyed vaguely with the idea of introducing everyone once they were alone in the Staff Only corridor, seeing as he doubted Skulduggery would do it, but Corrival took care of the worst of it himself. And since Corrival already knew at least the names of everyone there, Ghastly stayed quiet.
"Get on with it how, exactly?" Fletcher demanded. "There's eighty-thousand people here. Scarab could be anywhere. We'd need a mind-reader to find just one person in all this."
"Lucky we have a mind-reader, then, isn't it?" Tanith gestured towards Gabe. "Or at least a soul-reader. Could you find him?"
"No." Skulduggery shook his head without giving the Archangel a chance to answer. "For all intents and purposes, Gabriel's an ordinary mortal right now. We'll have to work as quickly as we can, starting with the VIP section and working our way down. Guild and Sanctuary backup shouldn't be too long now."
Ghastly frowned. It was like nothing had changed, but at the same time... the tension was so poignant to anyone who had even the slightest idea of where it might be coming from. Skulduggery was being straight and professional, which would have been normal enough in these circumstances, if not for the caution in the way he was standing. The wariness in the way he still hadn't acknowledged either Ghastly or Corrival - or at least, hadn't acknowledged them with anything beyond eye contact neither of them would be able to see.
Ghastly wanted to break that invisible layer of ice, but he had no idea how to.
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"Yep. That's him." Ghastly looked away as the crowd on one side of them began cheering, which nicely covered up the sudden choking that came from nowhere right before he calmed down enough to answer. Right. Skulduggery's Archangel. In the post-drunken haze that came with consuming most of Corrival's liquor cabinet in one night, Ghastly had completely forgotten about that part of his conversation with God.
He still didn't really want to think about it. Much as it helped with the sudden fear that Vile could potentially pop back up at any time, Ghastly would really rather have kept his sanity.
He toyed vaguely with the idea of introducing everyone once they were alone in the Staff Only corridor, seeing as he doubted Skulduggery would do it, but Corrival took care of the worst of it himself. And since Corrival already knew at least the names of everyone there, Ghastly stayed quiet.
"Get on with it how, exactly?" Fletcher demanded. "There's eighty-thousand people here. Scarab could be anywhere. We'd need a mind-reader to find just one person in all this."
"Lucky we have a mind-reader, then, isn't it?" Tanith gestured towards Gabe. "Or at least a soul-reader. Could you find him?"
"No." Skulduggery shook his head without giving the Archangel a chance to answer. "For all intents and purposes, Gabriel's an ordinary mortal right now. We'll have to work as quickly as we can, starting with the VIP section and working our way down. Guild and Sanctuary backup shouldn't be too long now."
Ghastly frowned. It was like nothing had changed, but at the same time... the tension was so poignant to anyone who had even the slightest idea of where it might be coming from. Skulduggery was being straight and professional, which would have been normal enough in these circumstances, if not for the caution in the way he was standing. The wariness in the way he still hadn't acknowledged either Ghastly or Corrival - or at least, hadn't acknowledged them with anything beyond eye contact neither of them would be able to see.
Ghastly wanted to break that invisible layer of ice, but he had no idea how to.