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Danny stared wide-eyed before grabbing Makoto's shirt collar and shaking him violently.
"YOU SUMMON SOME MAGICAL GHOST BY SHOOTING YOURSELF IN THE HEAD?!"
Makoto flicked Danny's forehead, causing the younger teen to let go of Makoto, who unceremoniously fell to the floor and landed on his butt.
"In our defense," Makoto stood up, "They're not real guns; they're called Evokers. Second, what we summon are called Personas, you half-dead moron."
"Unoriginal. Sam came up with that insult."
"Besides, they're not simply 'magical ghosts', they're limited to our stamina and health. Sure, I can summon entire gods that can decimate the shadows, but again, they're limited to my stamina and health."
"Kinda like Desiree, except she just grants wishes."
"who?"
"A ghost version of the Monkey's Paw."
"That just sounds like a genie."
Danny snorted.
"If I had a nickel for every time someone compared her to a genie, I'd have at least two, which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice."