--Ness' Deluge--
"It is done..." From the moment Nessie unleashed the veritable tsunami onto the damage Pageless' direction, its fate had been sealed. Waves upon waves of magical water crashed upon its bulk, tearing it asunder and completely ripping it apart even before the torrent had finished. This was the moment that Lumiere was specifically looking for, the moment where their kin could sample a taste of her newfound powers, the baby bird's first flight to join her brethren in the skies. It'd have been less than ideal for a would-be Chosen to find their grimoire in a secure environment, things could go on for days, months, or even years before the magical girl realized what their grimoire could do. Ascending right in the presence of the Pageless and then immediately destroying those Pageless, that's the best case scenario in the long run.
To the wide-eyed idealists, such principle might be seen as harshly cruel, but rest assured, as "cruel" as this method was, it couldn't hold a candle to what the Pageless would do to people who fell to them, mundane folks and magical girls included. This path wasn't for the faint of heart and the sooner these girls harden their hearts and minds, the better it is for everyone involved, most importantly themselves.
The exhausted Seraph scanned her surroundings once more to both detect any lingering Pageless (there shouldn't be any but one couldn't too careful) and check on the people. The civilians would be fine, no physical harm came to them and they would recover from their drunken-like afflictions in a matter of hours, it'd be like as if nothing happened at all and they could continue on with their lives. The girls were also fine, everyone were accounted for and the worst of the bunch only suffered exhaustion much like herself, no one was in critical condition let alone perished, good.
However, she did notice a new arrival on the scene, well technically not new as she had made her presence known by throwing her signature sword at the now-vaporized Pageless. Camelot, the magical girl who possessed the Grimoire so closely related to Merlin's own. Lumiere might be aloof, but it shouldn't be mistaken for blissful ignorance like a certain tabby cat, those seemingly expressionless blue eyes possessed a sharp focus for discerning details that only life experience could bring.
Camelot's momentary glare at her didn't go unnoticed, nor did the implication of her words. The Seraph floated closer to the silver-clad paladin in order to lower her voice as to not make a scene,
"Stragglers... you used the Round Table to gather a crowd again, didn't you?" She didn't need an answer, twas' a rhetorical question,
"Those Pageless weren't stragglers, they were lured there by the scent of your blatant use of magic, the fact that you gathered innocents while doing it certainly doesn't help your case. Do you realize that you've done the Pageless' job for them?" Lumiere jabbed as an arm gestured to the civilians that the vanquished Pageless gathered here,
"Let's hope that no more of those 'stragglers' arrived after you left..." or else, the innocents' blood would be on Camelot's gauntlets.
"Good intentions do not always lead to good results, and it will be to the benefit of everyone if you realize this sooner than later." With that stern advice, Lumiere shifted her attention to the hanging Nessie as she floated up to help the newborn witch while Camelot was busy with the strange gold coin stuck to her scabbard.
"You're one of us now, child." The almost-a-century old magical girl gently cradled Nessie's form in a princess carry, allowing her to hold her broom normally before descending down to place the redhead's feet firmly back on the ground,
"We will have much to speak about, you're owed explanations and we will provide them, but for now however..." The white-clad magical girl raised her gaze at her brethren,
"We should not linger here, everyone," Lumiere addressed them, all of whom were literal teenagers unlike herself,
"Please save any pleasantries once we've returned to Marrywell."With that, Lumiere disengaged Sefirot, her form shifting into that of Lucette once more, mundane clothes of cotton fabric instead of a white-gold bridal gown, crown, and obelisk wings, pupils a normal black dot instead of glowing white orbs. Without further ado, she would hold Nessie's hand - or not if the Scot didn't wish to - and guide her toward the direction of Marrywell Academy.
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