"Unfortunately, people of the female persuasion whom I can trust are rather thin upon the ground right now." He smiled, tilting his head at her. "Unless, of course, I ask Gabe. Gabe can count in any circumstance." He knew for a fact, because among Dexter's unending chatter he'd mention something about Raphael turning into a woman the day before and half-formed plots to trick Gabe into doing the same to Skulduggery. That was leaving aside the fact that Gabe was spoken for, of course.
He caught the surge of magic, an odd little rainbow twist in the lifestream, but the only good thing that came out of his automatically lifting his arm to retaliate--and then, of course, being unable to--was that he could at least half shield his face with his arm. He mopped off the rest of the water with his sleeve. "You're very mature, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, are we talking about the Elder Elemental who once came tearing out of the woods screaming, 'Vengeous, there's Vengeous, where's your damn shield Dex he's going to kill me'?"
Solomon laughed outright as the banner snapped wide and he caught an image of the very memory. Even in context, it was amusing--provided you were the type to keep your sense of humour in the middle of a war-zone, which Solomon was.
"And my magic is far more versatile," Dexter went on. "So you can lift statues without touching them. So you can wash floors without a bucket. So what? I can do this." There was another little twist, this one just as smug as Ravel's, and Solomon was for a moment caught by the fact that he could see the small object's basic dimensions if not its details. Then Doe made a choking noise and Vex went on. "By the way, Sol, from all I've heard today I think you're going to need the sometime in the near future."
He tossed the conjuration at Solomon, and because he could see it--sort-of--Solomon reached out and caught it, and turned it over in his fingers. It hummed against his skin, an object that felt real but was made of magic, a small, square package with something thin but round inside.
... Of course it was. The ex-Necromancer glanced at Dex, torn between amusement and exasperation. "You're not subtle at all, are you? Are you sure you're not related to Gabe?"
He clenched his fist, willing his hand to touch the lifestream, and saw/felt the touch of golden light as the condom conjuration broke apart in his palm. He opened it again, letting the fragments of his magic wash it away where the others could see. "Besides, I wouldn't put it past one of your conjurations to vanish at the most inopportune time."
Dexter squawked. "Excuse me? Where's the trust? Some of my conjurations can keep going for days."
"Is that a confession, Dexter Vex?" Solomon asked, straight-faced. "Because if it is, one wonders why you even need condoms at all."
For a moment the Adept made a strangled noise, and then it turned into genuine, loud laughter. "Oh, I like him. Can we keep him, Erskine? Our very own pet Necromancer. He can even do tricks!"
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He caught the surge of magic, an odd little rainbow twist in the lifestream, but the only good thing that came out of his automatically lifting his arm to retaliate--and then, of course, being unable to--was that he could at least half shield his face with his arm. He mopped off the rest of the water with his sleeve. "You're very mature, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, are we talking about the Elder Elemental who once came tearing out of the woods screaming, 'Vengeous, there's Vengeous, where's your damn shield Dex he's going to kill me'?"
Solomon laughed outright as the banner snapped wide and he caught an image of the very memory. Even in context, it was amusing--provided you were the type to keep your sense of humour in the middle of a war-zone, which Solomon was.
"And my magic is far more versatile," Dexter went on. "So you can lift statues without touching them. So you can wash floors without a bucket. So what? I can do this." There was another little twist, this one just as smug as Ravel's, and Solomon was for a moment caught by the fact that he could see the small object's basic dimensions if not its details. Then Doe made a choking noise and Vex went on. "By the way, Sol, from all I've heard today I think you're going to need the sometime in the near future."
He tossed the conjuration at Solomon, and because he could see it--sort-of--Solomon reached out and caught it, and turned it over in his fingers. It hummed against his skin, an object that felt real but was made of magic, a small, square package with something thin but round inside.
... Of course it was. The ex-Necromancer glanced at Dex, torn between amusement and exasperation. "You're not subtle at all, are you? Are you sure you're not related to Gabe?"
He clenched his fist, willing his hand to touch the lifestream, and saw/felt the touch of golden light as the condom conjuration broke apart in his palm. He opened it again, letting the fragments of his magic wash it away where the others could see. "Besides, I wouldn't put it past one of your conjurations to vanish at the most inopportune time."
Dexter squawked. "Excuse me? Where's the trust? Some of my conjurations can keep going for days."
"Is that a confession, Dexter Vex?" Solomon asked, straight-faced. "Because if it is, one wonders why you even need condoms at all."
For a moment the Adept made a strangled noise, and then it turned into genuine, loud laughter. "Oh, I like him. Can we keep him, Erskine? Our very own pet Necromancer. He can even do tricks!"