It wasn't hard to guess why Corrival wanted to speak to Bliss, even if China hadn't had the fact confirmed once the pair were gone. She found it interesting. Practical, of course, and only a matter of common sense, but still. Interesting. She wouldn't have thought her brother the type to believe in angels even with the proof sitting right there, but then again, he had believed in the Faceless Ones before that proof came to light. So she chose to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Dexter's comments were amusing enough to make up for the rather startling - but ultimately unsurprising - news about the Devil. And the chance to examine the Sanctuary sigils in detail was exciting enough to make up for the inanity of Dexter's comments. China was feeling rather content, as she watched Solomon try to bring them into physical sight.
"So... really?" Erskine was sitting on his desk, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. "That's it?"
"That's what?"
"That's all the reaction we're going to get? We tell you the Devil is coming to this universe, and you act like it's just another Sunday?"
"Would you rather I panicked?" China stepped closer and reached out to try and touch one of the runes herself, one arm snaked around Solomon's elbow to reach them.
"Well... no." Erskine sat back, leaning on his hands behind him. "I suppose not. But most people would at least have some sort of expression. Skulduggery notwithstanding. And even he has expressions nowadays."
"Skulduggery tends to become the exception to his own exceptions to the natural order of things," China agreed. "Sorry to disappoint you, Erskine, but I used to worship a race of beings bent on destruction of most of the human race. One extra on his way really isn't all that surprising to me." As she spoke, China dropped her hand and ducked under Solomon's arm to get a better view of what he was revealing, an action that was intended to have two effects. One, at least, came to pass - she could spread her hands over the runes herself now.
They tingled against her skin, and had a certain strength behind them. If it weren't for that strength, China wasn't sure she'd have been able to guess what they were supposed to be for. It wasn't a language she'd studied. Oh, she could guess, in the same way someone who knew Latin could guess at unfamiliar words in other languages, but she didn't know. And that annoyed her.
But these were wards, no doubt, because of that strength. Like touching something more than just the wall of the room. And if China had time, she could certainly figure the rest out. She just had to hope a couple of months was enough time. "It's possible," she finally decided out loud, moving her palms over the wall. "I'd need full access to the Sanctuary, however, and I would need to see all the sigils. Which means taking up all of your time, Solomon. Unless there's another blind ex-Necromancer I wasn't aware of."
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Dexter's comments were amusing enough to make up for the rather startling - but ultimately unsurprising - news about the Devil. And the chance to examine the Sanctuary sigils in detail was exciting enough to make up for the inanity of Dexter's comments. China was feeling rather content, as she watched Solomon try to bring them into physical sight.
"So... really?" Erskine was sitting on his desk, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. "That's it?"
"That's what?"
"That's all the reaction we're going to get? We tell you the Devil is coming to this universe, and you act like it's just another Sunday?"
"Would you rather I panicked?" China stepped closer and reached out to try and touch one of the runes herself, one arm snaked around Solomon's elbow to reach them.
"Well... no." Erskine sat back, leaning on his hands behind him. "I suppose not. But most people would at least have some sort of expression. Skulduggery notwithstanding. And even he has expressions nowadays."
"Skulduggery tends to become the exception to his own exceptions to the natural order of things," China agreed. "Sorry to disappoint you, Erskine, but I used to worship a race of beings bent on destruction of most of the human race. One extra on his way really isn't all that surprising to me." As she spoke, China dropped her hand and ducked under Solomon's arm to get a better view of what he was revealing, an action that was intended to have two effects. One, at least, came to pass - she could spread her hands over the runes herself now.
They tingled against her skin, and had a certain strength behind them. If it weren't for that strength, China wasn't sure she'd have been able to guess what they were supposed to be for. It wasn't a language she'd studied. Oh, she could guess, in the same way someone who knew Latin could guess at unfamiliar words in other languages, but she didn't know. And that annoyed her.
But these were wards, no doubt, because of that strength. Like touching something more than just the wall of the room. And if China had time, she could certainly figure the rest out. She just had to hope a couple of months was enough time. "It's possible," she finally decided out loud, moving her palms over the wall. "I'd need full access to the Sanctuary, however, and I would need to see all the sigils. Which means taking up all of your time, Solomon. Unless there's another blind ex-Necromancer I wasn't aware of."