@GingerMartian + she walked backwards toward the redhead and the open compact mirror as she provoked the ghost, hoping the other girl would get the hint and be ready to entrap it.
@GingerMartian Ivy was out of shape fighting monsters but she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of someone if she could do something about it.
That's when a stupid idea came to her.
"Hey you, ghost girl!! I was the one who took him from you. In fact, he's waiting for me outside!!!"+
@GingerMartian Ivy aims her attacks around the creature now, guiding it to the girl and the tiny mirror.
"What did you do to this thing?!" She shouts over the noise the walls make when struck with her bolts.
Why wasn't anybody coming to check on all this mess?
@GingerMartian As a matter of fact, she did.
Ivy opened her makeup bag and pulled out her favorite compact blush. It had a tiny mirror inside.
She wasn't a fan of this plan and it showed but PRIORITIES.
"catch" She muttered and threw it to the girl while zapping the creature again +
@GingerMartian +It shined with a golden aura, not celestial bronze then.
"do you need any help getting outta here?"
She was very careful not mentioning the big elephant in the room as to not draw its attention to herself.
@GingerMartian Ivy took cover behind the door as the ghost lost it for the second time around. Those dead folks couldn't chill when a grudgy rant started.
"This is your party, Red. I don't know what's happening here"
Her eyes stopped on the sword the girl was holding. +
@GingerMartian Intervening would not only ruin her night but maybe mark her as a target.
Maybe she should prioritize better, she thought while picking up the train of her dress and walking inside while the ghost cornered the girl.
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@sort_amicizia Me quedo un poco sorprendida regresandote la mirada sin aliento y suelto una risa entre dientes cuando veo que te escondes.
Saco mi mano de tu espalda y me uno a ti abajo de las sábanas riéndome.
Era la segunda noche que pasaba en Manhattan y ya me dolía la cabeza de tanta luz.
A los mundis les encantaba anunciar su presencia con la mayor fanfarria posible y, después de décadas en penumbra, resultaba más que abrumador.
Molesto, es lo que era.