Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150313170359

(I'd think fairly casual clothes -- short sleeves to not bother her feathers, and maybe cargo pants for holding Dust and other goodies.  Depends a bit on her history too, though.)

Welp, can't say I didn't try, Azulius thought. The real one jumped to the side, barely dodging the shots, managing to roll and stand back up. As he fell, Azzie felt something fall from his pocket; a pair of Dust crystals that he hadn't removed from his vest, which sparked another idea. The bullets passed cleanly through the illusion, which Azulius finally dismissed.

"My turn," he said, finally opening fire with Roaring Moxie. A stream of bullets hurtled towards the phantom. Seeing the ready stance of his foe, he decided to hedge his bets and spray in a low fan. In case the phantom just tried to bend out of the way, the wall of bullets was much lower than normal, and extended to both sides for dodges. This was going to be interesting.