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Started December 01, 2019 by @The_Painted_Wings groupDMs open!

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RinRin stepped out of the void into the camp and immediately noticed a plethora of plates, one panicked Franziska, and an excess of strange magic. As if in response to his recognition, he was greeted by a splitting headache and pain that racked his entire body. He fell to his knees, shocked by the assault of his senses, which seemed to be coming from the magic. He fell on his side, trying to hold on to his consciousness. He coated himself in a weak mind shield, but it only dulled the pain. He forced himself to one knee, then the other, then finally his feet and slowly made his way over to the group. "I- agh…" he said. "I need to explain something. Wizard lady, can you… Mm… Can you do magic to fix this?" he asked. His knees were wobbling, forcing him to sit or fall. He chose to sit. "Rexa can… Help. Rexa!" he called out. His cat appeared next to him. "Forest magic… Seems to affect me worse. Need… Something to ease it if I'm going to… Aah… Explain. You got anything miss witch doctor?" he smiled weakly, before clutching his head again, his appearance shimmering with Rinshen, but this time it wasn't malicious. Just a side effect of the pain he was in.

Joel looks scared. But he still forces himself to move towards RinRin and places his hand gently on his shoulder.

"I know I'm not the witch doctor - nowhere close. But considering the weird effects the forest is having on all of us, I might be able to do something." he says quietly.

He mutters a few words that feel right to him, and he feels something start to take root in the space around RinRin, blocking the strangeness of the forest from the man.

Joel smiles weakly at RinRin.

"How's that feel?" he asks weakly before collapsing.

When RinRin had shown up and fell to the ground in pain, she just stared, scared. And when he asked for her help to get rid of the pain, it seemed as if she was frozen, as she just stared at him blankly, not moving a single limb. It was almost as if she was in a trance. She didn't even notice Joel appearing and doing something to help RinRin. It wasn't until the boy collapsed that she snapped out of it and rushed over to him. She had no idea how to help him, but she started muttering words, waving her wand around in circular motions.

Joel remains largely unresponsive; clearly it had something to do with the magic he used.

He shifts slightly and his eyes flutter, but he doesn't awaken.

(Yeah, it’s been a while, but it honestly feels like longer)

Edgeworth recognized this situation all too well; he’s been in it himself many times. But he had no idea how to help. Especially with her.
Franziska looked to the other women, her expression changed, as if she was pleading Maya wouldn’t see her in this pathetic state. She closed her eyes tightly, and, as told, just breathed. Her death grip on Miles’ arm loosening. Finally, she sighed, letting go completely and stepped back.
The man rubbed his arm with a slight wince. “Franziska, what was that all about?” Miles asked sharply, his expression hard to read.
“That wasn’t anything.” She replied, grabbing her shoulder, once again with the Edgeworth scowl.

Maya frowned at Franziska, her eyes filled with something akin to disappointment. "Don't lie, Franziska. We're no fools. You can't just shrug this off and pretend it didn't happen." She paused and sighed. "If you don't want to talk about this now, fine, you don't have to….I just…I want to help you…and I'm sure Miles does too."

Hildegard frowns, as she reads the orange words that appeared over Joel's body. What she was reading…. pointed towards a depleted magical core. "But this only happens if a wizard or witch attempts, but no, that'd be impossible, he did say he had no magic of his own. Unless…" Was the magic becoming part of Joel? It certainly seemed like it. Or perhaps, Joel had magic of his own that he was unaware of? Hildegard had no idea. Normally, a magical core would replenish in a couple of weeks, but they didn't have that time. But perhaps, Hildegard could fix this. Perhaps, she could transfer some of her own magic into Joel. Well, it was worth a try. She took a deep breath, placed one hand on Joel's chest, her other hand holding her wand, and started the magic transfusion.

Joel starts shivering. Something was intruding on his dreams.

He was scared in his dreams. He was watching a long line of lights march through his family's farm, while his siblings all hid and his parents helped them.

He looked down at his hands - he could do this. He could. There was no reason he wouldn't be able to. So with a deep breath he points. A small, yellow-orange orb forms on the tip of his finger as he concentrates. It grows, fast, from the size of an ember to the size of his torso. He aims it, carefully, at the leading edge of the lights. The invaders. And lets it go.

It sails with unerring accuracy towards that leading edge. It finds its mark well. Then all hell breaks loose as the wrath of the gods is wrought upon the world.

Later, he'd wake up and look around at the ashes. He'd stare unbelievingly. But he'd done this. And he was the only survivor. That day, he killed himself for his crime.

He wakes up in a cold sweat to see a strange woman standing over him.

"Who are you?" he asks, scrambling away quickly, breaking their connection.

(The spell that he uses roughly looks like this: https://pin.it/2noJq98)
(And that's literally his only power: he can create a single explosion a year and it always ends up erasing some memories)