"No." Ghastly, who was now leading the group in fear that Valkyrie was no longer capable of doing so, shook his head. "I asked you where they are, not to bring them to us." He turned to the same guards Delafonte Mien had addressed and gave them a smile. "Take us to them, please. I'm sure your boss has no objection."
Intimidating though Corrival was, Ghastly's stature was also something people factored into their immediate decisions and responses. It was an unintended side effect of being a boxer, and one of the reasons Ghastly had decided to go into tailoring. It was certainly useful now, though, as all Delafonte Mien did was glare, then crumble and nod.
The prison went several levels underground, and the glass observation deck ran around half of the structure overlooking the deepest one, where several prisoners in orange jumpsuits sat at metal tables and talked. Or sat and glared. Or stood and glared. Or stood and brooded, arms crossed, doing their best impressions of someone who didn't care they'd be stuck in this prison for another three hundred years.
Raphael and Merlin wouldn't be with them. For one thing, if Gabe was any indication, Raphael would have appeared out of nowhere exhausted to the point of not being able to walk. Mien wouldn't put them with the other prisoners. He was curious, not sadistic. And sure enough, the group was led away from the social area, deeper into the outer complex of the prison, where the walk became a darker one through narrow metal hallways and down slightly wider stairwells.
Ghastly had to try very hard not to pray that the walk would be silent.
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Intimidating though Corrival was, Ghastly's stature was also something people factored into their immediate decisions and responses. It was an unintended side effect of being a boxer, and one of the reasons Ghastly had decided to go into tailoring. It was certainly useful now, though, as all Delafonte Mien did was glare, then crumble and nod.
The prison went several levels underground, and the glass observation deck ran around half of the structure overlooking the deepest one, where several prisoners in orange jumpsuits sat at metal tables and talked. Or sat and glared. Or stood and glared. Or stood and brooded, arms crossed, doing their best impressions of someone who didn't care they'd be stuck in this prison for another three hundred years.
Raphael and Merlin wouldn't be with them. For one thing, if Gabe was any indication, Raphael would have appeared out of nowhere exhausted to the point of not being able to walk. Mien wouldn't put them with the other prisoners. He was curious, not sadistic. And sure enough, the group was led away from the social area, deeper into the outer complex of the prison, where the walk became a darker one through narrow metal hallways and down slightly wider stairwells.
Ghastly had to try very hard not to pray that the walk would be silent.