"I take it as a compliment, actually," Ravel told Kenspeckle as the professor was packing up. "Unlike some people, I'm completely secure in the knowledge that I'm mature when the situation calls for it, and I otherwise have a very healthy way of... what was it you said? 'Letting off steam?'"
That, or he was still trying to process what had just happened with the armour. And, in true Dead Man fashion, he was dealing with it the only way he knew how - humour. China approved of humour, but in small liberal doses. The Dead Men had annoyed her to no end when their unit was first put into practice, because they didn't seem to take anything seriously. She'd since mellowed, of course, but there were times when she was irritated nonetheless. If Ravel's little prank wasn't so endearing on more than one level, China certainly wouldn't have helped him out.
As it was, she rather liked the idea. "You're making the top line a little long," she told him.
Ravel started and turned towards her, one eyebrow raised. "How on earth can you tell from all the way over there?"
China tapped the side of her head. "My magic is sigils, Ravel. Every line in space has the potential to be something more. Yours is screaming every time you put the pen to it."
"Ha ha," Ravel grumbled, turning back to his work. "Very funny."
"I..." Fletcher looked quickly between China and Ravel, but passed by the obvious questions with nothing more than a furrow in his brow. "I think so. I've been to the High Priest's office. I don't know where Quiver usually is, but I know which hallways don't usually have people in them."
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That, or he was still trying to process what had just happened with the armour. And, in true Dead Man fashion, he was dealing with it the only way he knew how - humour. China approved of humour, but in small liberal doses. The Dead Men had annoyed her to no end when their unit was first put into practice, because they didn't seem to take anything seriously. She'd since mellowed, of course, but there were times when she was irritated nonetheless. If Ravel's little prank wasn't so endearing on more than one level, China certainly wouldn't have helped him out.
As it was, she rather liked the idea. "You're making the top line a little long," she told him.
Ravel started and turned towards her, one eyebrow raised. "How on earth can you tell from all the way over there?"
China tapped the side of her head. "My magic is sigils, Ravel. Every line in space has the potential to be something more. Yours is screaming every time you put the pen to it."
"Ha ha," Ravel grumbled, turning back to his work. "Very funny."
"I..." Fletcher looked quickly between China and Ravel, but passed by the obvious questions with nothing more than a furrow in his brow. "I think so. I've been to the High Priest's office. I don't know where Quiver usually is, but I know which hallways don't usually have people in them."