"I ain't ever met Sol," Rafe protested, following Skul without missing a beat. "Sendin' me to look for a needle in a haystack, man? Want me to get the prof even madder at me by makin' me extend myself?" He tsked again. "Here I was thinkin' you were worried 'bout both of us, but now I see all your concern's just for Gabe. Hurt, man."
Even as he spoke, though, the quiver of unease in Skulduggery's soul touched him. The Archangel didn't explicitly branch his consciousness out, but he read the residue in the walls of the laboratory, focussing on the frustration. The feeling of being trapped. The desire to leave.
The controlled urgency to find someone.
"I think we're gonna have more trouble findin' that friend of yours than we thought," he said slowly, his pace quickening. He reached out for Gabe only to find his brother already halfway there.
'Solomon?'
'Anton says he left. I'm on my way.'
"Damn it." Raphael broke into a run toward the exam room down the hall and around the corner, slipping through the door as gracefully as a giant cat. Kenspeckle's head shot up; the man looked more harassed than he should have after at least twelve hours' sleep. His face fell slightly when he saw who it was, but then rose again as that same fact sank in.
"Well, at least you'll be better at searching than Clarabelle. Wreath is--"
"Gone," Rafe interrupted, and Kenspeckle's face froze. "Gabe just asked Shudder."
Kenspeckle's face contorted. "I told that girl to go ask--oh, never mind. He needs to be here. No one's ever given up Necromancy before, so I wasn't sure, but now I've looked at his case again I'm certain there's going to be a withdrawal period involved. This is Pleasant's influence." The last was said grumpily to no one in particular, let alone the handsome man who had entered with Rafe who looked nothing like an animated skeleton. "Any wise man wouldn't have left."
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Even as he spoke, though, the quiver of unease in Skulduggery's soul touched him. The Archangel didn't explicitly branch his consciousness out, but he read the residue in the walls of the laboratory, focussing on the frustration. The feeling of being trapped. The desire to leave.
The controlled urgency to find someone.
"I think we're gonna have more trouble findin' that friend of yours than we thought," he said slowly, his pace quickening. He reached out for Gabe only to find his brother already halfway there.
'Solomon?'
'Anton says he left. I'm on my way.'
"Damn it." Raphael broke into a run toward the exam room down the hall and around the corner, slipping through the door as gracefully as a giant cat. Kenspeckle's head shot up; the man looked more harassed than he should have after at least twelve hours' sleep. His face fell slightly when he saw who it was, but then rose again as that same fact sank in.
"Well, at least you'll be better at searching than Clarabelle. Wreath is--"
"Gone," Rafe interrupted, and Kenspeckle's face froze. "Gabe just asked Shudder."
Kenspeckle's face contorted. "I told that girl to go ask--oh, never mind. He needs to be here. No one's ever given up Necromancy before, so I wasn't sure, but now I've looked at his case again I'm certain there's going to be a withdrawal period involved. This is Pleasant's influence." The last was said grumpily to no one in particular, let alone the handsome man who had entered with Rafe who looked nothing like an animated skeleton. "Any wise man wouldn't have left."