Candykane

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

@rush99999 can I use the magic clothes trope to get Mitra redressed or nah?

@RBYDark

If not Misty has a fine selection of somewhat musty leotards and tutus

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

Grace drops a loaded shotgun on the ground. Everyone else holding their breath :P

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

“The enemy cannot pull a trigger… if you disable his hand,” Misty misquoted, bending down and picking up Abberline’s finger. She took a zip lock bag from her cargo pants and bagged it up before tucking it away.

“I fucking love that movie,” she admitted, then made a sensual growl in the back of her throat. “Casper Van Dien, damn!” The haze of gun smoke and the scent of ectoplasm hung heavy in the air and she looked down at her own smoking pistol as though surprised to find it there. Her hand was trembling slightly and she suddenly felt a desperate need for some chocolate ice-cream and a bottle of tequila. The approaching sirens didn’t afford her the option.



“I don’t want to seem ungrateful or a bad host,” she went on, hastily scooping up casings and shoving them into her pockets.

“But I can’t be here when those cops arrive, pretty sure my parole officer will take a dim view of me being found at the scene of a shootout,” she explained, then cast a glance at Mitra, “Not to mention, consorting with ‘ye olde powers of darkness’ or whatever the fuck is going on here.”

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

Skulking around

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Abberline: the witch has abandoned you!
Misty: *twenty feet away getting her gun*

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

Misty reappeared in a cloud of multicolored chalk dust. She sneezed violently and then leveled the pistol.

"Sorry, left my asshole repellant in my other pants," she explained. Still on a high from the arcane forces swirling in the air, she opened fire, muzzle flash painting long bottles of flame in the dusty air.

My Hider

Unleash an attack -10
Inflict terrible harm
Take something - Abberlines finger

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Interstellar Cruise Ship Scorpio

Intergalactic big game hunter!

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

I assume the Ghost Doctor is a quack from the turn of the century constantly bitching that you cant get Smecklers Powder of Dr Eli Magical Radium Tonic anymore.

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

We are in my sanctum santorum which means I can potentially perform ghost first aid with the aid of Clippy. Though finding a ghost doctor sounds like a fun adventure too.

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

"Fuck!" Misty shouted, clapping her hands over her ears against the thundering report of the gun. It rang tinnily in her ears as it echoed around the excellent acoustics of her dance studio. The demon thing appeared to have hocked a gobbet of acid onto the hunter, which was both badass and disgusting in approximately equal terms. She then realized that Kendra, who to Misty's knowledge had never fired a gun before, was point a shotgun in the general direction of a man standing right next to her. It didn't take a genius to realize that if she didn't get the holy blue fuck out of here the best she could hope for was an ass full of buckshot.

"Telos!" she shouted and vanished in a puff of chalk dust, reappearing in the reception area with a thunderous sneeze. She shoved her hand into the pocket of a jacket hanging on the door and pulled out her glock. It had been a gift from a pimp who had tried to add Misty to his stable after word got around about that oh so hilarious solicitation charge. Well if by gift you meant took it out of his bag after she had creatively rewired his memories in such a way that inspired him to find a new line of work. The words 'I cast fireball' had been scratched into the slide in clumsy block letters and then filled in with red nail polish during a subsequent arts and craft hour. She flicked off the safety and whirled back to what was fast becoming the murder on the dance floor, or at any rate a Tchaikovsky cover of it.

Eeep!

Misty spends 1 hold to teleport to her gun and out of the line of fire.
2 Holds remaining.