"And you've known many Necromancers?" he asked with pointed amusement. She obviously knew some, but knowing a handful was a far cry from having a handle on what they as a magical discipline were like. Especially given the difference in dimensions.
Clones. That was interesting. It also explained why the sense of death felt watered-down, for lack of a better term; Necromancers above all knew the interplay between body and soul. Her death was attached to the soul, not to the body. The body was new, and hadn't been affected by death. Very interesting.
Her honest answer made him laugh. He liked her. He did. She was blunt but without being deliberately disrespectful, and secure enough in herself to speak her mind even to those much older and more experienced. He made room for her, shifting his injured leg to a more comfortable position, and smiled. "That is true, and wise."
His smile broadened at her description of Skulduggery--or at least the part wherein she didn't care enough about him to withhold his identity--though it was slightly contemplative as well. She referred to Skulduggery as a 'Necromancer'? Curious. Though, he supposed, for a layperson an animated skeleton would classify.
"Skulduggery Pleasant," he said. "Yes, I already know him. He's from my dimension, in fact. He does have a habit of attracting attention." He paused, and his smile returned. "I do recall one collaborative investigation wherein he was under a disguise. The witness for which we were searching was in a market, and tore off Skulduggery's disguise in an attempt to escape. He was forced to act as a mannequin for a good six hours before I was able to return and retrieve him. I had to secure our witness, of course."
The last was added with utmost innocence, or would have been if it weren't for the fact that his bright eyes gleamed with internal laughter. That particular investigation had not been fun, one of the few into which they'd grudgingly entered after their split. Being able to leave Skulduggery in the middle of a marketplace for a legitimate reason Skulduggery couldn't blame on pure maliciousness had been the highlight of the entire encounter.
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Clones. That was interesting. It also explained why the sense of death felt watered-down, for lack of a better term; Necromancers above all knew the interplay between body and soul. Her death was attached to the soul, not to the body. The body was new, and hadn't been affected by death. Very interesting.
Her honest answer made him laugh. He liked her. He did. She was blunt but without being deliberately disrespectful, and secure enough in herself to speak her mind even to those much older and more experienced. He made room for her, shifting his injured leg to a more comfortable position, and smiled. "That is true, and wise."
His smile broadened at her description of Skulduggery--or at least the part wherein she didn't care enough about him to withhold his identity--though it was slightly contemplative as well. She referred to Skulduggery as a 'Necromancer'? Curious. Though, he supposed, for a layperson an animated skeleton would classify.
"Skulduggery Pleasant," he said. "Yes, I already know him. He's from my dimension, in fact. He does have a habit of attracting attention." He paused, and his smile returned. "I do recall one collaborative investigation wherein he was under a disguise. The witness for which we were searching was in a market, and tore off Skulduggery's disguise in an attempt to escape. He was forced to act as a mannequin for a good six hours before I was able to return and retrieve him. I had to secure our witness, of course."
The last was added with utmost innocence, or would have been if it weren't for the fact that his bright eyes gleamed with internal laughter. That particular investigation had not been fun, one of the few into which they'd grudgingly entered after their split. Being able to leave Skulduggery in the middle of a marketplace for a legitimate reason Skulduggery couldn't blame on pure maliciousness had been the highlight of the entire encounter.