Might not be working. Skulduggery shook his head - or at least, performed the mental equivalent of expressing an amused sort of half-disapproval. Leave it to Gabe to be given a simple mission, and come back with a schedule for performing unpaid God's work. 'Let's start as soon as we can, then. Bad guys are notoriously impolite with their timing. Who knows when we'll be swept up into another crisis? Or worse, come across another shelter full of people who need help.'
The opium mission was one Skulduggery remembered all too well, albeit for very different reasons than Dexter's. For one thing, the opium was magically enhanced in ways they still didn't quite understand, making its chemical effects last a lot longer than they should have. Eight hours, instead of four. It was all well and good for the others, who were all in various stages of drugged pleasure and relaxation, but putting them together in a small tent was an eight hour hell for Skulduggery. The moment the Dead Men realised they couldn't feel pain...
It was all he'd been able to do to keep them from accidentally killing each other. Watching people sleep had never been so relieving.
It always amused Skulduggery how Valkyrie could go from laughing at something, to being all up-in-arms over something completely different, without any apparent transition in between. "He did not. He didn't do anything, nor is he going to do anything, and I resent the implication."
"Inoculations for what?" Fletcher asked, looking scared, unsure whether to be scared, uncertain whether there was anything to be scared about, and annoyed at his own ignorance.
"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, I'm sure," said Erskine, taking one hand away from the massage long enough to wave it dismissively in the air. "Rover with the puppies would certainly be one form of unhealthy copulation, but I count anything you regret almost as soon as it happens. Early 19th century, whole groups of bored men sharing tents? That would not have ended well. They weren't all sorcerers, you know. There were plenty of small wars going on at the time. Sometimes one of our factions had to join them to remain inconspicuous. And mortals in that time period had a really, really narrow view of what was socially acceptable. For instance, Valkyrie - Stephanie - would be shunned as a witch for not being married already, let alone expecting children."
"Can we hear more about the wedding story?" Valkyrie asked quickly. "I'd really love to hear more about the wedding story."
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The opium mission was one Skulduggery remembered all too well, albeit for very different reasons than Dexter's. For one thing, the opium was magically enhanced in ways they still didn't quite understand, making its chemical effects last a lot longer than they should have. Eight hours, instead of four. It was all well and good for the others, who were all in various stages of drugged pleasure and relaxation, but putting them together in a small tent was an eight hour hell for Skulduggery. The moment the Dead Men realised they couldn't feel pain...
It was all he'd been able to do to keep them from accidentally killing each other. Watching people sleep had never been so relieving.
It always amused Skulduggery how Valkyrie could go from laughing at something, to being all up-in-arms over something completely different, without any apparent transition in between. "He did not. He didn't do anything, nor is he going to do anything, and I resent the implication."
"Inoculations for what?" Fletcher asked, looking scared, unsure whether to be scared, uncertain whether there was anything to be scared about, and annoyed at his own ignorance.
"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, I'm sure," said Erskine, taking one hand away from the massage long enough to wave it dismissively in the air. "Rover with the puppies would certainly be one form of unhealthy copulation, but I count anything you regret almost as soon as it happens. Early 19th century, whole groups of bored men sharing tents? That would not have ended well. They weren't all sorcerers, you know. There were plenty of small wars going on at the time. Sometimes one of our factions had to join them to remain inconspicuous. And mortals in that time period had a really, really narrow view of what was socially acceptable. For instance, Valkyrie - Stephanie - would be shunned as a witch for not being married already, let alone expecting children."
"Can we hear more about the wedding story?" Valkyrie asked quickly. "I'd really love to hear more about the wedding story."