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*OOC: My apologies for my absence.* The fox looks at the ground. He would have helped, but, well, he didn’t see any openings, like he did with the dragon. He still feels a bit guilty about not having helped, though. Then again, he reminds himself, he was lucky to have been able to help on this adventure at all. He is, after all, no more powerful than a normal fox. That he helped with the dragon is a fact he cannot cease to be amazed by, even after such time has passed.

“Seen this sort of thing before,” Malchoir thinks, “Unless someone develops psychic powers pretty quick, winning this fight is all about the inspiration,”

“I’m Nimbus…” Nimbus finally says to Lightning. “Actually, it seems to be a case of memory lost by a spell gone arwy. I’m no wizard, but I’ve heard from one that those are harder to counter simply by virtue of not knowing as well what exactly you’re dealing with. Then again, that was a different type of magic, but I would guess the principle still holds,” Malchoir says, “And no, I do not have a water-based counter. However, something might come back to him upon meeting Luna. However, to avoid her feeling heartbroken if he doesn’t remember, I would recommend explaining the situation to her first.”

“One thing that would help me determine what is going on is to know your name,” Malchoir says. *OOC: I’d guessed Zero had died. Was I incorrect or…?*

Malchoir facepalms. “That sort of method only works in zany cartoons, Ryan.”

“I am a magically-created-and-augmented raccoon named Malchoir. What is your name?” Malchoir asks Lightning. This will hopefully reveal whether this is amnesia or a case of a misplaced soul inhabiting his body.

“Alright. Anyone know enough about his magic to know what’s gonna happen next and what we should do? Let him rest and recharge? Find a way to recharge him? Find eight mystical stones for some ritual to restore him?” Malchoir says. He has seen or heard of each of those at least once. Well, okay, on that last one, it was actually three herbs, but otherwise it fits.

*OOC: A response, SuperSonicSpeed? How likely is it?* Nimbus rushes over to Lightning to see if he is hurt. “Either outside interference or overdrawing magical energy, I would guess,” Malchoir says.

“I don’t know how to use it, though,” Nimbus says.

*OOC: Sorry. My fault for the pause, even if I did kinda have a reason (on which I do not wish to elaborate).* “Not a single one,” Malchoir says. “I think I have an evil energy attack, maybe, but no chaos,” Nimbus says. *OOC: Malchoir might know Chaos Breaker, though not personally. He works for the Interdimensional Protection Agency. Because of their similar goals, it is possible that the IPA might know of or even have worked with Chaos Breaker.*

“Lemme guess. He has infused us all with his own essence and now resides inside us. Or… something like that,” Malchoir says.

“Perfect distraction. PERFECT distraction. Let’s teleport, shall we? Lightning?” Malchoir thinks.