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3 yrs ago
Current You are not repellant on every level.
3 yrs ago
Stay alive.
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3 yrs ago
They are too conservative to update it. Everything was better back in the day don't you know.
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3 yrs ago
Hurt rather than help is the conservative motto
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3 yrs ago
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"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.



Abberline: I know killing your friends here will not break the spell.
Kendra: I mean, I wouldn't say friend exactly.
Mitra: This is literally my first time meeting her.


Misty: actually kind of ok with you shooting the creepy demon thing. FUCK THAT IS LOUD!
A Demon, a ghost and an oracle walk into a dance studio...
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I believe you chose the focus option that gives you and additional 1 hold when channeling. So you would currently be holding three.


Broomstick for the win! Holding 3
Molly opened the door and then was held at gunpoint so she hasn't relocked it
Misty enchants a toy compass for Abberline.
"No what I mean is... you know what, no need to over explain, keep a little mystery and all that," Misty agreed.

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

"It's an old building, as you can see I havent' exactly kept up with the house keeping..." 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.

"If anyone asks, I danced naked under a harvest moon or some shit," 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.

"A deal is a deal," she said in a cold steady voice.

@Guardian Angel Haruki Yes there is!
@rush99999 Decided to roll a Put A Face to the Name for Paimon and, err, got a 13? xD


Kendra pulls of her mask and IS Paimon!
Ill wait for you guys to post. I think it would be a better story if I cast the spell for Abberline before (or just as) you bust in.
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