"Maybe that's all you'll see," Gabriel said in a sing-song tone. Nothing in the rules said they couldn't look at things inside the car, after all. (Even though that's not what it sounded like. That was the point--distraction. If the others were trying to imagine what he might be able to see that they couldn't, they wouldn't stop to consider what he was looking at that they could.)
He grinned at Fletcher and drawled in his Midwestern accent, "Hit us with it, pardner."
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"Well, well, well." Davina Marr sighed and shook her head, one hand on her hip as she glanced from Ghastly to Tanith and back again. Her tone and posture spoke of a disappointed adult, but there was a vague hint of victory lurking around the corners of her mouth that she didn't bother trying to hide.
These two had been too much a thorn in her side for her to care. Valkyrie Cain and her Teleporter were young upstarts--children. They could be manipulated or coerced into their proper place. But Bespoke and Low had to be taken care of in an entirely different manner--a more permanent manner. Davina didn't have to bother pretending too hard to be their friend, which was, frankly, a relief.
"I didn't think," she said, "that anyone would have been idiotic enough to come back for a van, but you two really took the cake." She pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Then again, you are two of the people who were intending to open a portal into a dimension of evil gods to rescue a man who, let's face, isn't a man and is probably insane. So I can't be expecting too much from you."
She flashed them both a smile which dropped into cold satisfaction. "Ghastly Bespoke, Tanith Low, you're both under arrest for conspiracy against the Irish Sanctuary, theft from the Sanctuary--" She raised the hand not on her hip, shaking open a bag to reveal Pleasant's head rolling inside. Even if it wasn't his real one, who was going to know? At the least, the charge could be used as leverage. "--and resisting arrest. Among a whole heap of other little misdemeanours over the course of your stumbling around this past year."
She jerked her head at the Cleavers, not even waiting for a reply. "Bring them."
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He grinned at Fletcher and drawled in his Midwestern accent, "Hit us with it, pardner."
~~~
"Well, well, well." Davina Marr sighed and shook her head, one hand on her hip as she glanced from Ghastly to Tanith and back again. Her tone and posture spoke of a disappointed adult, but there was a vague hint of victory lurking around the corners of her mouth that she didn't bother trying to hide.
These two had been too much a thorn in her side for her to care. Valkyrie Cain and her Teleporter were young upstarts--children. They could be manipulated or coerced into their proper place. But Bespoke and Low had to be taken care of in an entirely different manner--a more permanent manner. Davina didn't have to bother pretending too hard to be their friend, which was, frankly, a relief.
"I didn't think," she said, "that anyone would have been idiotic enough to come back for a van, but you two really took the cake." She pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Then again, you are two of the people who were intending to open a portal into a dimension of evil gods to rescue a man who, let's face, isn't a man and is probably insane. So I can't be expecting too much from you."
She flashed them both a smile which dropped into cold satisfaction. "Ghastly Bespoke, Tanith Low, you're both under arrest for conspiracy against the Irish Sanctuary, theft from the Sanctuary--" She raised the hand not on her hip, shaking open a bag to reveal Pleasant's head rolling inside. Even if it wasn't his real one, who was going to know? At the least, the charge could be used as leverage. "--and resisting arrest. Among a whole heap of other little misdemeanours over the course of your stumbling around this past year."
She jerked her head at the Cleavers, not even waiting for a reply. "Bring them."