Mable was right - at least partly. He had enough composure not to show how shaken he was by the casual display of shapechanging. If that wasn't enough, the Werewolf wanted a taste of what Crystal could do. He really should have went with a less.. preloaded lie. For all he knew the 'witch' was actually a secret member of the local Guardians, smartly kept out of sight to catch cocky Mages red handed.
His mouth felt uncomfortably numb - emptying his glass would help with the dryness, but he still had to deliver something. He couldn't out himself as a wimp, not here. And who knew, maybe that guy he gave his number to was still watching. Fuck.
He smiled at the blonde. "No, ghosts are not really my thing - it's really not much." Yep, he was stalling. He knew that and they probably did too. "Okay, here goes." He imagined his and Emily's mind. Surely, if Space, Time and every other natural 'law' was a Lie, then the separation of consciousness was a Lie too, right? He saw the connection, the Imago of the spell and poured some will into it, reaching beyond the Abyss to show off at a bar. Classic.
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It wasn't his best effort - hesitation and nerves saw to that - but he felt his Truth silencing the Lie for some moments. Once he was sure she could hear him, he sent her a simple message. "Feel free to be equally unimpressed."
Assuming Emily is willing, so no reflexive Resolve roll needed?
We can exchange thoughts for one round, 6 seconds.