- Joined
- Mar 6, 2009
- Location
- Beaverton, OR
John was about to let out a low whistle at the sight, but he caught himself, and got back on track. Nice looking body or not, he was on duty, and had to stay focused. He pulled his gun and badge off, setting them next to his duster, before focusing on his spell. Swapping objects was tricky, but it would save them some time.
He pick his shirt up and muttered something quietly under his breath. A few moments later he was standing there in a neat pair of jeans, and holding a black t-shirt. His unform shoes had been replaced with a pair black gatorskin boots. All in all he looked like something that walked out of Urban Cowboy. Dropping his badge in his pocket, and putting his gun back on his belt, he smiled. He slid back into his duster, and picked up his staff. “Ready to go then?”
He pick his shirt up and muttered something quietly under his breath. A few moments later he was standing there in a neat pair of jeans, and holding a black t-shirt. His unform shoes had been replaced with a pair black gatorskin boots. All in all he looked like something that walked out of Urban Cowboy. Dropping his badge in his pocket, and putting his gun back on his belt, he smiled. He slid back into his duster, and picked up his staff. “Ready to go then?”