[color=Aquamarine]"No what I mean is... you know what, no need to over explain, keep a little mystery and all that,"[/color] Misty agreed.

Abruptly the speakers stuttered to life and the Dance of the Sugar Plum Faries began to play.

[color=Aquamarine]"It's an old building, as you can see I havent' exactly kept up with the house keeping..." [/color]Misty temporized. The  barrel was a huge black hole that swallowed the world.

She kept her hands raised and edged across to take the bag. Moving to a relatively open spot on the floor she crouched down and began to scribe symbols on the floor. Three connected circles, one surrounding the bag, another surrounding the compass and a third surrounding her. She linked them with tripple lines of oddly asymetric runes. Misty paused and looked up at the Hunter, staring down the barrel of his rifle. Given the choice of wetting herself and making a smart remark, she made the obvious choice.

[color=Aquamarine]"If anyone asks, I danced naked under a harvest moon or some shit,"[/color] she told the hunter and then closed her eyes and began to whisper. Arcane power rushed into her like a torrent. The fine hairs on her arms raised and her hair began to prickle with static. It was sweeter and stronger than any time in recent memory, almost as strong as her sixteenth birthday when she had worked her first spell. Something was in the air tonight. Misty very much hoped it wasn't that she was about to take a bullet to the forhead. Chalk dust rose around her in a shimmering veil, sparking with miniature eletrical discharges. Misty gathered her will and made a quick chopping motion. Energy stabbed down in a vortex which swirled around the toy compass like water circling a narrow drain. With a soft crack the spell was over and the needle on the compass swung deciviely to the south east. The spell was complete though arcane energy still crackled in the air. 

The sensation of power swelled inside Misty. Suddenly she felt more than a vagrant squatting in a dance studio. She was a Witch. She was a Magus. Her eyes rose to meet Abbeline's. She wasn't going to let this mortal pissant push her out of her sanctum.

[color=Aquamarine]"A deal is a deal," she said in a cold steady voice.[/color]


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Rolled a 13 on channeling. Spent one for tracking. Holding 2.

[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24845[/url]
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