[color=f7941d]"An oath? I swear to... do whatever it takes to be the best the best Magical Girl I can, I guess! And whatever it was that guy in Braveheart said."[/color]

Nessie's oath was the one that came last, and despite her joke at the end she immediately felt the difference, a familiar warm feeling filling the girl as the Captain's power flowed through once more. It certainly gave her the confidence to spur onwards, despite the weather. After all, she'd seen and gone through harsher storms in her homeland. The only difference now was the towering beast, or beasts, that threatened the very livelihoods of all those in the area. Plus maybe the funny outfits.

Even before Goodhope's decision was made, Nessie was already settling herself down on the end of her broomstick, gripping it tightly while inwardly giggling about the number of euphemisms that inevitably came to her mind relating to it. It seemed a strange circumstance to be having those sorts of thoughts floating around, but the mind works in funny ways. Or Nessie's certainly did, at least. There was no hinderance though, no wasting time or hesitating, and along with her colleagues and friends the young Scot soon found herself in the air after a forceful kick off the ground. 

Wilhelmina's decision to tag along with Olivia and Xolys was probably the better of the two, something that became apparent to Nessie as her own lack of experience was shown quite clearly in her riding of her broomstick. It wasn't horrible... it wasn't great either. Just unpolished. Maybe slightly worse than that. But it was competent enough so that she could just about keep up, with Lumière's radiant wings acting as a good beacon for her to aim towards. Her focus on her flying, however, meant that the redhead was completely unprepared for what would come next.

She caught it out of the corner of her eye: the invisible impact hitting Wilhelmina with such force that she was thrown right back down towards the soggy earth. Nessie, though, barely saw any of this, let alone the events that followed, as she too was hit by a gust, no, a burst of wind-like energy that caught her off guard enough for her to be knocked completely off of her broom. And with her hands and the broomstick itself being so slippery from the rain, there was no holding on for dear life this time. Instead, the girl found herself plummeting right back down towards the ground, from a height that would surely prove fatal to her, her allies shrinking in her vision as those yellow as continued to loom large over all of them. And then, stillness.

But not the stillness of death, absolutely not. Nessie could tell that immediately by the rain still tumbling over her face and the rest of her body. No, this was the stillness of being halted gently. Of being caught. And so she had. Whether intentional or not, the rain had bent itself to Nessie's desire, her very thoughts and her will. Droplets had fused together, disobeying the laws of science that governed them to form a dense bed of water that held the Magical Girl like a child in a cot, for enough time so that her broomstick could find its way to her, before dispersing and showering down onto the muddy earth below. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm fine, I'm fine!"[/color]

Nessie cried out through the vicious storm, waving to and reassuring her companions while she hastily flew back up to meet them.

[color=f7941d]"Fuckin' hell that better not happen again..."[/color] Came a grumbled mutter to herself, her relief turning to anger directed at the thing that assaulted her in the first place, her own glaring eyes staring piercingly at the equally unyielding eyes of the Pageless that stared back, flickering mysteriously in a way the girl couldn't figure out. It unnerved her.

[color=f7941d]"What's going on...?"[/color] 

Nessie turned to Lumière, realising that she was still a little out of her depth here. What a first patrol this was turning out to be...