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“‘Experience keeps a dear school, yet Fools will learn in no other’,” Malchoir quotes.

I think I know what he means. We did go a bit fast that time. Sowwy…

The rat nods. “Okay… Well, my name is Nimbus.” “I’m Malchoir, myself,” Malchoir responds, “I’m not usually made of slime.”

“I’ve never spoken to anyone before who didn’t want to hurt me.” The rat looks around. “What do I do? What do I say?”

When Ryan approaches, the rat cringes and starts to bare his teeth, before hesitantly lowering his guard for a bit. “I… Sorry. I’m not used to beings who don’t want me dead.” “Uh, wow. Kinda lead a messed-up life, huh?” Malchoir says.

The rat takes another step back, surprised once more but still keeping a fighting stance despite the tears forming in his eyes. “I… I don’t know. I thought I would be erased from time. I’m glad I still exist, but I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know where I am and I don’t know much at all about any of this…”

Malchoir maintains his fighting stance. The rat seems taken aback when Ryan speaks. Slowly, it stops baring its teeth, though still in a fighting stance just in case. It opens its mouth again, this time to speak. “Y…You talk?”

“Okay, well that opens up an…” Suddenly, space briefly yet violently warps within the room and a strange winged rat is now in the room, looking rather disoriented. The rat looks around the room. Upon seeing the people in the room, the rat looks frightened and takes a fighting stance.

Alright. As long as the characters at least have a reasonable chance in a fair amount of the encounters, I am fine. My proposed second character: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/nimbus-r814

“I don’t work for her. I work with her. And I’m not sure she has the firepower for this. Or much firepower at all, really,” Malchoir says. *OOC: However, if you do desire for me to bring another character in, I have one in mind.*

A small weasel teleports into Trottingham. The teleportation spell is rather low-flair. He simply appears with a bit of sparkly smoke. He looks around. Really dark here, isn’t it? Not to mention the smell. This place is terrible. It smells like garbage. Wait… “Of all the places I could end up in…” The weasel climbs out of the trash can, brushing off the bits of garbage that were on him. Well, first order of business: Find water. Also, preferably soap, but that would be a bit too picky, considering his odds of actually finding it.

“There are three plans, I would say,” Malchoir says, wishing to change the subject back to the plan-making itself, “The first is just leaping in. This is the quickest solution and time is of the essence in terms of the captured relatives. Unfortunately, I rate our chances of victory as extremely low and, if we get splattered, we doom a lot more than just a few family members. “The second choice is the sneaky way in. However, the thing is that, well, that failed quite handily last time. The good part is that it is probably not much slower and we can always switch back to the first plan if that fails, which it likely would. “The third choice is to go off and take a different angle. Build up our forces. Find allies or just generally build our own forces. THEN launch a direct attack. This is the most reliable of the options, but also the slowest. He thinks for a moment and decides to add another. “Actually, a fourth option is one that may or may not be available, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Do you have some powerful sealed entity who, if released, would come into conflict with our current threat?”

I understand. Though, if that “yes” was intended as an answer to my question, well… I did not ask a yes-or-no question.

Malchoir sighs. “Strong as you may be, not having anyone else there to watch your back is a bad idea, because then you’ll have a bright red target painted on it and, sooner or later, someone WILL get a lucky shot because you are neither clairvoyant nor omnipotent, something that having another set of eyes and ears and powers can help mitigate.”

I wish to use this character: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/kam-r807

“Rest is good. Just stay near, alright? Because, y’know, sleeping targets are easy targets when unguarded.”

*OOC: Today has been much the busy. So, slow posting, unfortunately.* “A one-shift wonder. So, what’s our next course of action?”

“84 total, but only a random three can be drawn at a time,” Malchoir says, “And they are magic, naturally. They’re also kinda linked to my sword, in a way. “The given rationale was that you need to rest. Given how weakened you were by the whatever-the-enemies-did, understandable.”

“Not really sure. Probably best he not do so alone, though.” Malchoir has an idea, wondering why he did not think of it earlier. “Slime.” He points toward Ryan. “Guard him.” The summoned blob accompanies Ryan to guard him.

“First, I’d say,” Malchoir says. After all, the slime form and his current draw (the latter containing the quite good Death Ray card) go away when he sleeps, so he may as well keep those things while he can.

“Honestly, at least one of us needs to stay with the three of them until they regain their strength, lest we come back to an empty room with a note.”

“Theoretically. But I think the enemies are either capable of scrying or have the more mundane version, a tracking device on us.” He pauses. “Well, okay, a high-tech tracking device with any decent range is not really ‘mundane’, but you know what I mean.”

Malchoir, in turn, helps Luna. After all, he is far more able to than Lightning would be at the moment, due to Lightning’s reduced strength. *OOC: Actually, come to think on it, Malchoir is probably better in the raw muscular strength category than Lightning would be even at full strength.*