"Oh. Oh, no." Ravel pulled out his phone, which he'd put on silent after arriving at the meadow so that they wouldn't be disturbed, just as most of them had. He thumbed it open and winced. "Five missed calls, all from Corrival. I agree with Dex. I think Prophet Wreath should be the one to talk to him. Maybe you can even convince him to give us an extra hour for a lunch break, my treat. Bliss, how does lunch sound? If you can even eat?"
China would never have admitted it, but this was one of the reasons she eventually followed in Bliss's footsteps and renounced her worship of the Faceless Ones. Followers of that faith, while tenacious and determined and overly dramatic, also tended to be incredibly boring. Serious to a fault. Not a scrap of imaginative thought among them. In the end, that had even been Mevolent's downfall; Vile was the only one of the Generals China might have rescinded that statement for, and now that she knew he and Skulduggery were the same person, that seemed even more laughably obvious.
But these men, everyone under Mevolent's command, never took anything seriously that didn't need to be. Erskine Ravel was a prime example; he'd been tense and ready to fight Bliss, ready for a fight he would never have been able to win. Now that Bliss was clearly Bliss and not intending to attack anyone, it was as if that was always going to be the obvious outcome. Vex and Ravel both fell into easygoing attitudes, playing jokes off each other, the threat of an insane Bliss all but forgotten.
China liked that. It took her a few years to get used to it, she had to admit, but now she very much preferred it. Skulduggery was still one of the only men consistently able to make her laugh.
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China would never have admitted it, but this was one of the reasons she eventually followed in Bliss's footsteps and renounced her worship of the Faceless Ones. Followers of that faith, while tenacious and determined and overly dramatic, also tended to be incredibly boring. Serious to a fault. Not a scrap of imaginative thought among them. In the end, that had even been Mevolent's downfall; Vile was the only one of the Generals China might have rescinded that statement for, and now that she knew he and Skulduggery were the same person, that seemed even more laughably obvious.
But these men, everyone under Mevolent's command, never took anything seriously that didn't need to be. Erskine Ravel was a prime example; he'd been tense and ready to fight Bliss, ready for a fight he would never have been able to win. Now that Bliss was clearly Bliss and not intending to attack anyone, it was as if that was always going to be the obvious outcome. Vex and Ravel both fell into easygoing attitudes, playing jokes off each other, the threat of an insane Bliss all but forgotten.
China liked that. It took her a few years to get used to it, she had to admit, but now she very much preferred it. Skulduggery was still one of the only men consistently able to make her laugh.