[center][h1][color=lightblue]Donnie[/color][/h1]

Word Count: 342

EXP: (0/50) + 1 = [b]1/50[/b]

New Power Unlocked: [b]Touch of Karma[/b] - a spell that creates a shield around Donnie capable of absorbing damage up to 50% of his own health and redirecting it as Nature damage to the attacker over the course of 6 seconds, after which the shield breaks and Donnie resumes taking damage. The shield prevents wounds that inflicted damage would cause. It does not block status effects. The spell takes a minute and a half to recharge, and if not broken the shield lasts 10 seconds.
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"I'll do it," Donnie said, immediately and without hesitation. "I use magic on a daily basis. Calming evil spirits isn't my wheelhouse, but I know [i]enough[/i] to get this prepared." He looked at the pitiful offering, the Cup Noodles. "And now that I've thought about it, those noodles aren't even [i]cooked,[/i] and we only have one shot at appeasing Pichai. The last thing we need is for this to backfire, and we need to act quickly before the killer attacks again. So I know I'm going to regret this later, but...."

He magicked the Luggage into existence again and opened it up, rummaging around in its cavernous interior until he found what he wanted: A wrapped ration. He opened it up, revealing a mouthwatering meal, the kind of thing he could only have cooked in his prime, and with ingredients that could only be found in his home universe.

"Azshara Salad. Made from five different types of exotic plants added onto a Surf and Turf recipe. The magic in its ingredients it'll even make you a tiny bit quicker for about five minutes, and the whole thing is enchanted so it'll never go bad. I want to make sure he never bothers us again until we are [i]out[/i] of here. That's why I'm using this."

Then he took the requisite materials from the satchel and the Preta pages from Fox. "Now, let me just practice this once or twice and make sure I've got everything set up...."

A couple of practice runs later, it was looking perfect. He didn't light the candles or the incense, of course. Wrapping up the Azshara Salad, he prepared to leave, closing and dismissing the Luggage as he did so.

"Okay, let's do this," he said, picking up the whole ensemble, placing it in the satchel. "I'm heading to the library. And I'm going to need others to come with me in case it doesn't work and we need to put him down." With that, he walked away, ritual kit slung over his shoulder.