[That makes things a little easier. Now they only need to pass the time until Kratos starts showing signs of exhaustion. Skulduggery doesn't mind that; he's spent enough of the last five years being unable to move forward on anything while he waits for Valkyrie to finish whatever she happens to be doing at the time. Waiting on other people describes roughly 40% of his undead life.]
Road. Street. Asphalt. Drive. Crosswalk. [He glances back a little.] Intersection.
[Then, on a whim, he makes a broad gesture indicating all the buildings, the people, the entire area around them.]
Dublin.
[Kratos seems headed toward the department store. That might pose a small problem; Skulduggery's used his magical facade for almost half an hour now. China was very clear on the time limit. Somehow, Skulduggery thinks losing his false face in the middle of a crowded shop would be a terrible idea.
Then again, he has stretched the time limit before.
Then again then again, that resulted in his facial features drooping right off his skull.]
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Road. Street. Asphalt. Drive. Crosswalk. [He glances back a little.] Intersection.
[Then, on a whim, he makes a broad gesture indicating all the buildings, the people, the entire area around them.]
Dublin.
[Kratos seems headed toward the department store. That might pose a small problem; Skulduggery's used his magical facade for almost half an hour now. China was very clear on the time limit. Somehow, Skulduggery thinks losing his false face in the middle of a crowded shop would be a terrible idea.
Then again, he has stretched the time limit before.
Then again then again, that resulted in his facial features drooping right off his skull.]