Nymphadora draws out her wand and steps back a few paces, looking Mal up and down critically.
Then she begins muttering spells, waving her wand this way and that. Mal's clothing begins to shift to varying shades of brown, so that -- in the twilight, especially -- he starts to blend in with the planking of the ship. The details of his clothes shift and disappear until it's all as non-descript as can be.
The holster makes her frown in concentration. Eventually she pokes at it until it turns into a wide leather belt.
"There," she says at length, looking him over again. "Is that all right? You can stick whatever weapons you like into that belt, and it looks a bit more... historically accurate than your holster."
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Re: Above deck
Date: 2007-08-02 02:38 am (UTC)Nymphadora draws out her wand and steps back a few paces, looking Mal up and down critically.
Then she begins muttering spells, waving her wand this way and that. Mal's clothing begins to shift to varying shades of brown, so that -- in the twilight, especially -- he starts to blend in with the planking of the ship. The details of his clothes shift and disappear until it's all as non-descript as can be.
The holster makes her frown in concentration. Eventually she pokes at it until it turns into a wide leather belt.
"There," she says at length, looking him over again. "Is that all right? You can stick whatever weapons you like into that belt, and it looks a bit more... historically accurate than your holster."