Window Shopping

"Because she has the personality of a sponge," Jude muttered under his breath, mostly to himself rather than actually to Donny. He was being really careful that Annie said, because she had a lot of potential to be a great partner at the range... just not anywhere else.

Jude grinned widely when Donny gave him his blessing, ushering him over to one of the cases. Jude was going to get his fingers all over every single gun he was familiar with and several more he wasn't, inspecting each carefully as he mentally cataloged things.

"The Game of Divine Right," Jude said, confirming Donny's suspicion. "Annie can make astral guns, and in theory they've granted me the ability to do the same thing. Only mine's not as refined as theirs, so I have to actually touch a gun before I can summon it. Like..."

Jude picked up an M1911, flipping it around a few times, and then set it down. Holding out his hand, he posed his hand as if he was still holding it, and suddenly an identical M1911 was in his hand. No pop. No puff of smoke. It was an identical duplicate, save for the fact that this one was actually loaded.

Handy.

Jude relaxed his hand and the gun was gone again.

"Like that."

Jude texted his powers on several more guns, working out just how it worked. Realistically speaking, he simply had to act like he was pulling a weapon and think about what he wanted, and then there it was. Not astral-looking or a projection, but real and solid like it was there but hidden.

"No one expects the guy with all the guns to be a poison manipulator, do they?"

"I had some before," Jude admitted. "Stun bullets, mostly. Also had nets, and a grappling hook, but I didn't experiment that much. It's something I'm kind of... looking into."

"He has a good selection," Annie said, glancing back to Jude. "But you have a challenge in fifteen minutes."

Jude hadn't forgotten--he literally couldn't--but sticking around the shop and inspecting the guns some more did seem like a very tempting option.

"Alright," he said, finally pulling himself away from the cabinets. "Thanks for your help, Donny."

He had a distinct feeling that calling him Mr. Damascus wouldn't go over well. He'd give him a quick wave, and then head out.