Lewascan2

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

@Lewascan2 You see to the Architect the world, no the universe is imperfect or even ugly. The flesh is barbaric, and obsolete. A world of perfection will only be capable of becoming reality once the new world is born.

@Dark Cloud

Interesting. Then I wonder what he would think of my character, a human who ascended past flesh into a state more similar to being an elemental of the force/concept of Speed itself.

Jen

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

@Lewascan2 Not exactly, he's more a soul inside a metal body. And this is a better idea of what he's all about:

<Snipped quote>

@Dark Cloud

Interesting... I was getting a more "steel dominator of the universe" vibe from him before than a "wants to enlighten the universe into the glory of steel" in your earlier posts. What, does he just want to turn everything into something straight out of Transformers/Cybertron? Is that the means or the end one wonders?

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

@Dead Cruiser When is the deadline for sheets?

@Dark Cloud

No time too soon I'd assume, since we don't really have any fully approved character sheets yet. I'd only worry about time crunch when we've got maybe 3-5 approved minimum.

As an aside (and as someone who collected and still owns some of those legos), you've been spelling Bionicle wrong. XD
That said, basically running a Bionicle borg... thing? That's the concept? It's certainly distinctive amongst the character concepts we've got so far.

Grimoiric Heart

So what was that about Nessie not appreciating being princess-carried and handheld by Lumiere again?

@Izurich

I feel I'm as surprised as most everyone else, but the IC setup for said reaction makes it make sense. Whether or not that sort of reaction will stay consistent or was a result of her exhaustion is up in the air currently, but she seems rather charmed by all this honestly.

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

@Dead Cruiser Okay, made it about as brief as I could manage. I felt it would honestly be simpler to just go ahead and craft the CS outright, so here you go.

Very broadly summarized: Jen is a black-souled/Perceiver human, whose mostly White Arts based magic is over the manipulation of the forces of Speed, which allows her to also perform some connected space-time techniques. She had dipped somewhat into Red applications but didn't fully take the plunge until it was literally a matter of saving her world. At that point, she attempted (and succeeded at) the fabled speedster time travel ability with a twist, accidentally apotheosizing herself in the process and basically becoming the concept of Speed in a humanoid form.

She lost a great amount of her mortality, as her "perfect time travel" technique relied upon her sacrificing her history/past existence in order to avoid a paradox. In order to not fall apart and defeat her opponent in the meantime, she crafted a new body from the fundament of Speed itself to act as a preservatory pocket for her memories and soul. As a result of this body, she now exists as a self-sustained island of existence within the normal timestream, allowing her to explore the more exotic applications of her magic at far less personal risk going forward.

Jen - Flashpoint

Name: Jen Shiragami

Titles: Flashpoint, Vanquisher of the Unspoken, The Hero Who Never Was, Fastest Woman Alive

Age: 21 physically... and a fair bit older mentally if one considers her living extended periods with an accelerated mind.

World: Earth Q is an Earth variant world once reduced to a post-apocalyptic wasteland by decades-long war with a Wuxia-style Invader, were it not for Jen's final heroic act during her ascension restoring it to a golden age of relative peace. Magic and supernatural abilities are a fairly new phenomenon on this world, barely 30 years old, and are thus poorly understood and with shaky foundations for training.

Race: A black-souled/Perceiver human(?), Jen developed from her youth a natural and intuitive connection to the forces of Speed. By all accounts she is otherwise a bog-standard human woman of Japanese descent... at least on the surface.

Form: Jen appears as a young human woman of what could be described as be Japanese heritage. As a result of her ascension, this appearance is more a thin veneer than anything. Having been forced to cast aside her mortal form in truth, the illusion falters when she uses her powers to any real degree, revealing a semi-ethereal blue humanoid being that appears to be more a living, moving galaxy than anything else.

Nexus Form

Legend: Jen's world was woefully unprepared for an invader with the bullshit of a Wuxia protagonist behind them. A war of decimation with the goal of godhood was waged against her world, and Jen from the age of 11 found herself participating. The war went on for a full decade from her joining, and Jen's power over Speed was cultivated and mastered in that time, her personally confronting the Invader many a time and often being the only thing between her world and annihilation. She in many ways became the face of the resistance, and her very presence tended to at least guarantee that the enemy could not win outright.

Widely hailed as humanity's savior, she was a one-woman army, known to slay and save thousands in the blink of an eye, entire armies liberated or laid to waste at her leisure. Rumor said that should one have a way by which she may hear them and so much as call her name, she could cross the ocean to aid the besieged before the words ceased to flow. Her final battle with the Invader would see her finally initiating a last desperate stage of her personal cultivation, resulting in her victory, along with her ascension and removal from the entirety of her world's memory and history.

Will: Jen dedicated herself to heroism and war from a young age. Time and again she has fought for the sole purpose of saving lives and opposing an unparalleled tyrant of a madman. Despite having finally defeated said tyrant once and for all, she cannot lay such instincts completely to rest. That said, facing a new world with new people and evils, Jen can only feel a looming sense of... exhaustion. Having sacrificed everything for her world and spent half her life at war, Jen now desires to try living for herself for a change, to seek personal peace instead of peace for the sake of others. To that end, she intends to explore the new limits of her existence/body and shatter them all over again, to cast down any threat to her peace, and to finally have what she always reserved for others... hopefully without compromising her moral compass... much. It's time for the selfless hero to be a bit selfish for once.

Mastery: Jen has long cultivated a natural intuition for manipulating the primal forces of Speed, to a degree that steps even into the realm of space-time. Her mastery has seen her surpass even the speed of light and the flow of time itself, and her ascension has seen the obtainment of near-immortality through the stark transformation of her body to one more akin to an elemental of Speed than anything else.
Broadly speaking, if one can so much as conceptualize a usage of speed, it's fair to assume she can make it happen -or figure it out if not; she is basically a living embodiment of Speed.

Ascent: During the Wuxia Invader's ascension ritual, a genocidal sacrifice was initiated, wiping out a large portion of the planet's population and ensuring the Invader's ultimate victory. Instead of allowing such an atrocity to pass, Jen was forced to use time travel. She was wary of causing a paradox, but it was the only thing she had left, and she had a theory about how she could make it work.

Speed of light remains constant irrespective of the observer. It is observed that as the speed of an object increases, time slows down. At the speed of light, time stops. And on further increment of speed greater than light, time reverses. Thus, to travel back in time we have to move faster than Light. And Jen's personal step: sacrifice her own timeline to ensure that her appearance in the past would not cause a paradox.

She didn't just erase the battle, the defeat. She reversed time all the way back to the exact moment the Wuxia Invader had arrived in her world years ago. As she did so, the disappearance of her very past caused her body to begin to come apart at the seams. In order to retain cohesion, she infused herself with the very concept of speed that flowed more freely around her now than ever before, crafting a new body from the fundament of the universe, a part of her mortality inextricably cast away to achieve a stable existence outside her own timeline.

She found the moment of the Invader's entry and attacked him with every bit of her fully cultivated power against his less experienced past self, a merciless barrage of high-speed vibrating attacks that reduced him forever to mere atoms. However, the Invader had still been resolving the effects of his dimensional technique when she struck. The combination of such a technique imploding and Jen's own state of still-resolving ascension and weakened grasp on her world's timeline caused her to be nicked by the collapsing technique and thrust from her world entirely, as her ascension solidified and completed in truth.

Arriving in a place unknown, she found that her very being had been fundamentally changed by the experience. In order to maintain her existence, she had not merely joined herself to the concept of Speed. No, for to join herself with her own universe's rules of reality would have resulted in her unraveling the moment she left. Instead, she had managed to transform herself into a sort of moving "universe of Speed" in the shape of a human. Her very being was a self-sustaining battery of an existence that molded and adapted itself to instead be fueled merely by Jen's own belief and perception of Speed.

Ephemera: The Speed Nexus is a self-sustaining existence within Jen's body of her own semi-unintentional creation. More accurately, her body is the nexus itself. In the course of her ascension, she erased her past and, thus, to continue existing, she had to transition into a form disconnected from the normal timeline, a body that contains a small pocket of her past in the form of her own memories and soul. Through this and her own perception of her power, her body has become essentially a walking physical expression of the fundamental force of Speed. This body is a magical nuclear power plant, constantly utilizing the forces of its own existence to generate and store further power, which is partially put towards generation, escalating the speed at which it generates more ad infinitum. This body doesn't possess an organic growth cycle and as a result is no longer is capable of aging.
As a result of erasing her own history/past, very few from her home-world recall her existence, and she has been relegated more to myth than anything. That said, she is not the only being that can step beyond the reach of time, and several that remember cultivate her (presently false) image as a Goddess and search for ways to contact her or bring her home.

Theme:

Main Theme

Final Battle With the Wuxia Invader

To Pierce the Barrier of Time (Jen's Ascension)

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

Okay, took me a while to come up with something that maybe works with this sort of vague and flexible "magic/cultivation/ascension" system, but here's the character concept I'd like to pitch before I go to all the work of making a sheet or anything.

Jen - Flashpoint

Her world is a super-hero-type in the local cosmology. Basically just insert a random mix of any Marvel/DC or whatever tropes. It's got all you could want from such a setting. However, the main problem here is that for her world? Supers are a new thing. By whatever means they gain their abilities, they have appeared only within the latest 3 decades, and the local Avengers/Justice League has yet to form until the end of her Journey. Thus, on a cosmic scale, this makes them... vulnerable.

Jen is a black-souled human from this world, who was born with a connection to the White/Red concept of SPEED. If there's an absurd speedster feat in comics, you can bet there's a good chance she can pull it off using said magics. She was eventually forced to begin bettering herself and mastering that power very young when her world became a target for conquest by what was effectively a wuxia protagonist with a god-complex (which is basically all of them). Given that her world didn't have an established team to defend it, it quickly devolved from the golden age of supers into a mix of a deconstruction of a superhero world and the post-apocalypse.

Over time, as her mastery grew, Jen would end up essentially becoming the most famous "speedster" of her world, a dedicated hero who was often the only thing between the world and total conquest, despite her relative youth. Her sheer speed was simply something that the wuxia invader couldn't overcome without extreme effort. If she so much as heard of a battle, she could be there in minutes at the absolute most. Bases could be evacuated, injured rushed to medics and healers. If she was on the field, it was nigh impossible to make any lasting deaths happen among her fellow heroes and the world resistance.

The Invader soon realized he couldn't overcome her speed in a straight fight even with all his supernatural martial prowess; unfortunately, this forced him to fight smarter, to be subtle so that her interference was a nonissue. With bullshit determination and what could only be described as "basically plot armor" by those that fought him, The Invader sought godhood and made steady progress towards that goal, forcing the world's defenders to slowly but steadily give ground. After all, Jen couldn't be everywhere at once.

Eventually, the final battle culminated in the Invader achieving his goal, nearly cultivating his soul to a higher plane of existence. The ritual to achieve godhood was repurposed into a brutal sacrificial rite that would both herald his ascension and simultaneously kill the heroes that came to stop it, using them as the sacrifices. The ritual was an abhorrent success, wiping out a large portion of the planet's population, even as Jen herself vibrated her atoms and very soul enough to phase through the wave of annihilation.

By this point, Jen had achieved the peak of what could be had without taking a very dangerous step: time travel.

She was wary, and every possible bit of research, training and instinct within her screamed that attempting time travel was a fool's errand, more likely to cause a paradox than anything even remotely similar to what she'd read in comic books. That said, it was the only thing she had left, and she had a theory about how she could make it work.

Speed of light remains constant irrespective of the observer
It is observed that as the speed of object increases, time slows down
At the speed of light, time stops
And on further increment of speed greater than light, time reverses
Thus to travel back in time we have to move faster than Light

These were the steps, almost too simple to be believed. But in order to prevent the paradox caused by her own existence from occurring, Jen added one further: She would sacrifice her past in order to ensure that her physical appearance in the past as an adult would not cause a paradox or otherwise unintentionally screw over the universe. She'd never attempted time travel before, so she felt that this was a necessary step to cover for her inexperience. Perhaps if she had even further mastery, she could have pulled off flawless time travel, but for now, this would have to do.

As she ran, she went for broke, unwilling to let her sacrifice be in vain, knowing that everyone she knew and loved would forget her very existence -that she would have never existed to begin with. Thus, she didn't just erase the battle, the defeat. She reversed time by years all the way back to the exact moment the Wuxia Invader had arrived in her world. And as she did so, the disappearance of her very past caused her body to begin to come apart at the seams. Into order to retain cohesion and survive, she began to infuse herself with the very concept of speed, joining herself with a fundament of the universe, a part of her mortality inextricably cast away to achieve a status above human, that which would let her prevail. As she traced the Invader's path through time all the way back to the start, she readied herself for a battle that she would have never been able to give him decades ago.

She found the moment of the Invader's entry, reentered the proper time-stream, and then attacked him with every bit of her fully cultivated power against his far less experienced self. Despite being objectively far older than her when he arrived, his future self had learned how to fight a weaker her as they both grew and adapted to each-other in turn. To bring her strongest self to bear against him at his weakest after he had expended great power to cross the boundaries of worlds? In that moment, he was vulnerable, and she struck with blows faster than the flow of time itself, a merciless barrage of vibrating attacks that completely stripped him to nothing, reduced to mere atoms that would never be able to reconstitute, no matter his training.

However, there was a cost for this victory. The Invader had still been resolving the effects of his dimensional technique when she struck. The combination of such a technique imploding and Jen's own state of still-resolving ascension and loose grasp on the reality at hand caused her to be nicked by the collapsing technique and thrust from her world.

As she arrived in a place unknown, she found that her very being had been fundamentally changed by the experience and her sacrifice. In order to maintain her existence, she had not merely joined herself to the concept of speed. No, for to join herself with her own universe's rules of reality would have resulted in her unraveling the moment she left. Instead, she had managed to transform herself into a sort of moving "universe of Speed" in the shape of a human. Her very self was a self-sustaining battery of an existence that molded and adapted itself to instead by fueled merely by Jen's own belief and perception of Speed.

She had lost her world and saved it in the same breath. She knew that no-one would ever remember her, that no sign of her existence would or could ever exist. There was nothing left for her there. Perhaps, one day, she might find a way back, but for the time being? There was a new world to save and new evils to face. She had become something new, some more, and now that she had taken the final step of her prior journey, it was time to take the first step of the new.

EDIT: Will probably do a more summarized version (or just put the background in a hider) for the actual sheet, but that can wait till after feedback and/or approval.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Hugh Caphazath Half-Elf, Monk (Way of Shadow), Level 3 HP: 24/24 Armor Class: 17 Conditions: Pass Without Trace Location: J8 -> I14 Action: Shortbow attack on Goblin G9 Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

From his place behind the rock, Hugh heard the Cleric’s shout and the crackle of magic resolve into a pair of muffled underwater-esce impacts, Pass Without Trace continuing to do its best work despite his current concealment.

As he nocked an arrow and peered back out, He witnessed Victoria’s nimble blade claim the life of an injured goblin, who was apparently momentarily startled by the harassment of her abominable porcine undead.

He could hear the Tiefling’s still thankfully somewhat muffled ranting starting up from above, she having apparently scaled their cover in order to make some nonsense speech. That said, for all the time she wasted, she still managed to claim a greenskin life herself with some remarkable flashy fire and an eye-searing golden light-beam, leaving the team with only three opponents left… opponents in fairly inconvenient positions at that.

Grimacing, Hugh darted from his cover and across the road to seek shelter behind the trunk of a sizable tree instead, a position which also afforded him a much more favorable shot at the remaining Targets, now that the low-hanging canopy and his own allies weren’t unintentionally shielding for his foes.

Nocking his arrow once more, he sighted over the top of Morty and released it at the scrambling goblin that was screeching things he decided he was perhaps best off not being able to translate. Unfortunately, between having to hurriedly reposition and lacking time to properly line up the shot before his erratically-moving drunken target could settle into a more predictable movement, his theoretically equally accurate shot ended up burying itself just slightly into the right side of the goblin’s chest, barely enough so that it seemed to have missed the heart and instead invaded a lung, judging by the bloody hacking his Target was currently doing.

Hugh scowled and set to knocking another arrow just in case, but it seemed like they had managed to solidly command the momentum of this entire fight. He quite suspected the remaining Targets would be dead long before he could even make up his mind on which to shoot next.

@Remipa Awesome

Grimoiric Heart

In my next post, I will have fully moved Camelot to the Academy and interacted with the most recent GM post events and such.

On another note:

THIRD IC PAGE, LEZ GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Feels like an arc resolving, even though technically, I think "first episode" is still effectively ongoing. XD

Grimoiric Heart

Okay, I wasn't expecting to actually laugh out loud, but Ozma is quite the character. That was such a hilariously ridiculous anime intro.

Grimoiric Heart

Camelot

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."

@Izurich

Absolute absurdity. For what possible reason or expected result could she say such a thing?

Camelot's eyes narrowed, as her stride halted momentarily, brow furrowed. In a similarly low tone, she couldn't help responding with conviction, "So what? Doing the right thing is rarely easy. I do it because it's hard, because I can where others cannot, because I made an Oath to the people. As much as I don't like it, I was given this gift for a reason, and I'm not about to be scared off by one single Pageless incident out of seven-hundred upwards opportunities." She rested one hand upon her breastplate. "We're supposed to be heroes, supposed to save everyone, and I can't believe I have to be the one saying this." She shifted on her heel, shooting a brief glance back at the dark sky and the new girl, before scowling and turning to go. "If there's consequences? So be it. I'll still do my best and accept the fault when it is due to me. I don't pretend like I'm perfect... but I won't be lectured to by anyone on how to save the people they can't be bothered with..."

Especially not the likes of you, she barely managed to internalize.

She paused. Perhaps she could put this a way the angelic Magical Girl would personally understand. She hummed aloud. "God gave me the ability to feed His people, because I am -rather disappointingly it seems- one of the very few with the will to use that power as it is intended, without hesitation or fear of consequences." Her expression turned somewhat pensive and concerned. "Doing a good thing for its own sake is never wrong, Lumiere, but sometimes you really make me worry that you've lost sight of that... We are shepherds; our responsibility is to every last lamb... and our fellow shepherds besides, not just the flock."

Abruptly, Camelot started, as if finally remembering that she had yet to retrieve her sword and immediately bustled away to do so, any further conversation falling on deaf ears, as she became occupied with her Scabbard and the mysterious gold coin within.

---

[Present]

Camelot was further wrested from her musings over the coin and the newbie by a rougher voice addressing her. Straightening up, she raised an eyebrow at the still rather soaked form of Dynasty Queen ambling closer, legendary staff nowhere to be seen but presumably tucked away behind her ear as her Legend's titular main character was want to do.

Camelot had mixed feelings about her fellow "king". That is to say, she wasn't quite sure whether to dislike or pity her. It was honestly frightening, looking at Dynasty Queen and seeing an almost funhouse mirror of what she could be, someone with far too much power and far too little care in how they used it. She was someone who took after the original Monkey King almost all too well. A battle junkie with a tunnel vision for violence and getting what they wanted that was honestly unrivaled amongst her fellow Magical Girls. "Right" and "wrong" never seemed to factor into anything she did, only her immediate enjoyment. While she certainly saved people; it seemed more to be a consequence of her actions than any intended result. The battle in and of itself was the apparent goal. Everything else was secondary... and/or an excuse to get into a fight.

Of course, this was not necessarily Dynasty Queen's own fault. Rather, for someone with such a sense for combat as Camelot, she had picked up on occasion the utterly unnerving change in demeanor that came over her fellow, when the latter was fully "in the zone" as it were in battle. It wasn't just Tesni's own bloodlust that seeped out... but something more... something all too much older and more dangerous, perhaps looking to rekindle what it had lost. It did not reassure Camelot any that Tesni seemed quite bold about referring to herself and other Magical Girls in terms that implied their Grimoires were stories about themselves.

A very dangerous line of thought... and surely... hopefully vastly incorrect.

While Alters were the most infamous for it, it was hardly uncommon for the instincts that allowed a standard Magical Girl to use their powers properly from the get-go to come with a bit of extra... baggage, some more-so than others. Dynasty Queen's own brand was almost sinister in its subtlety simply from just how similar she was to her patron. But that did not matter to Camelot. Any mind warp was just as bad as any other, no matter the degree or duration. Free will was the right of all sentient beings, and to alter who they were was to strip them of the opportunity to change and evolve into a better version of themselves naturally. Such a thing was to strip them of their fundamental right to command their own destiny, and she would fight against such things with every breath.

That said, Camelot felt it would be arrogant to say even she was unaffected, despite her strong sense of self; she found herself able to possess a certain way with words that she didn't outside her transformed state. Perhaps it was simply the security of feeling so physically indomitable, but she found herself surer in her convictions, quicker to act rather than plan, more likely to forget overthinking problems and simply carve the simplest path to a satisfactory conclusion. She suspected that, much like Dynasty Queen, her own brand of mental influence was subtle... far more so in fact, which was honestly worse in some ways. It was far more difficult to separate an almost casual word or two from her dialogue, painfully awkward to even try to double-check her phrasing and tone of speech on the fly.

The point being that it was difficult enough for her to act against such instincts, even as consciously aware and fully opposed as she was. How much more difficult might it be for someone far more impulsive than herself? She worried that if she asked about or so much as mentioned her concerns, Dynasty Queen wouldn't even care, would brush off the seriousness of the situation... as usual. Worst case, Tesni would be the kind to absolutely revel in the new person she was becoming, the "Reject my Humanity, Jojo" sort that more than a few rather chuuni Magical Girls were. So, in a lot of ways, Camelot couldn't bring herself to fully blame Dynasty Queen for her behavior.

That didn't mean it was any easier to put up with her recklessly casual demeanor, but from one "king" to another, Camelot had long managed to be just as cordial with Dynasty Queen as anyone else, if occasionally chiding in regards to the overt property damage. Not that she had all too much ground to stand on herself when the chips were down, but at least she was trying not to cause wanton destruction in the course of achieving victory.

“Why would she need help? She tore the Pageless to pieces, so I’m sure she can either tank the fall or otherwise control her fall.”

@McFazzer

Camelot hummed at the fairly sensible inquiry. She shrugged, unconcerned. In all honesty, she replied, "It's true that she is likely in no physical danger, especially not with myself and Captain Goodhope here. I suppose I was hoping to give her some further sense of control over this surely bizarre situation. It's already going to be bad enough getting her life upended by the interference of the Ministry. I felt I could do at least this much... and maybe save her the embarrassment of an awkward tumble. I-" She paused and frowned, as Dynasty Queen gave a shit-eating grin towards the sight of a now ascended Lumiere. "Gosh damn it, I understand that it's a might bit rich coming from me, but have some tact, Lumiere," she muttered, barely loud enough to be heard by Tesni.

As the angelic Magical Girl snapped up the poor new girl in a princess carry and bore them inexorably to the ground, before releasing her own transformation, Camelot pinched the bridge of her nose. She groaned aloud, when Captain Goodhope actually followed suit. "What the hell? We're still right out in the open where anyone could see. I understand there's 'new girl enthusiasm' going around, but we still need to get out of here quickly. Staying transformed to fly or roof hop would be safer and much more efficient."

“Ya gonna carry her down from every high place from now on? Ah well, newbies should get eased into this as much as possible. Home time and a sleep in is in order I think, that was a rough bit of exercise and don't worry newbie, I won't hold you getting me drenched against you, everyone goes a little wild their first time.”

@McFazzer

Some part of Camelot appreciated Dynasty Queen for being irreverent enough to do the poking in her place. As much as she'd like to get on Lumiere's case herself, this was no place or time to have a row... and a pointless one at that. The angelic Magical Girl was far too set in her ways for any level of base chiding over something so technically insignificant to have any effect. The only way she'd even have footing was if the newbie decided to take personal offense, but even then, Camelot was reluctant to set herself further at odds with one of the most powerful Magical Girls in the world over something so petty. The divide between them was wide enough already, thank you. No need to breed discord amongst their fellows that could screw someone over on the battlefield.

Instead of allowing herself to be dragged along for the ride in that little conversation, Camelot made another once over of the area, idly noting the drifting citizens, who luckily at least appeared still too dazed to make two of the Magical Girls' number dropping their secret identities in front of them an issue... yet.

Lilac Shimmer had stowed away her sword and already seemed to be leaving, which was... odd? The girl was the bombastic and friendly sort from what she'd gathered in prior interactions, but there was always a strange sense of hesitation and distance that seemed at odds with outward appearances. That aside, considering her enthusiastic leap of a greeting to the new girl moments before, Camelot would have honestly expected her to sidle up beside her and Lumiere and begin chatting her up.

Speaking of "chatting people up"...

The new Alter she'd heard about from their recruiters was busy -for lack of a better word- encroaching upon Wilhelmina's personal space with her very large... friend looming above. Sighing at the sight of the... frankly abject beauty's mouth currently running a mile a minute, Camelot began to walk over to save her all too tolerant friend from the obvious social onslaught she was under. Which, given Wilhelmina being a social butterfly and extrovert of some renown, seemed an almost impressive feat in and of itself.

"Captain Goodhope," Camelot addressed with some emphasis on the name, as she approached, nodding her head leadingly at all the potential witnesses still drifting around within mutual sight range. "Are you well? You seemed exhausted, but I hadn't thought so much so as to be unable to maintain your transformation." Her tone turned a bit dry, as her eyes flicked back towards Lumiere. "But I suppose since that seems to be the thing to do today, I can carry you back the Academy if you wish."

Her eyes turned back towards the vibrant babbling beauty, before she cleared her throat, doing her best to politely interrupt the stream of words. Stepping closer, she offered her steel-clad right hand for a handshake. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help rolling her eyes with a small smile and hamming it up just a tad for the newbie, allowing a portion of the silver tongue of a dashing knight to flow freely from her unnatural instincts. "Magical Knight Camelot at your service, M'lady. Ethereal Rose, was it? Far be it from me to interrupt this delightful verbal discourse, but we'd be best served hastening from here to reconvene with the Grand Ministry as soon as possible." Her grin turned wry, revealing the jestful -if genuine- nature of her words. "They do love their official reports and such." She nodded towards Wilhelmina, silently searching for some sign that this arrangement was agreeable. "That said, no reason you two can't continue this discussion on the way over. What say you?"

Her eyes drifted again towards the fox-eared-and-tailed Magical Girl, who was still hanging back, as she raised a single brow and made a beckoning gesture with the hand that was occupied with concealing a gold coin, rather than a handshake. Unlike Ethereal Rose, this Magical Girl was a complete mystery to her. But, like Ethereal Rose, she'd yet to personally lay eyes upon them until today. In fact, she'd not even heard a peep about this girl before at Marrywell, despite how distinctive that transformation was. Camelot didn't recognize her, but then again, it wasn't like she was omniscient. She could only focus her attention so many ways at once, and the Alters had her priority as the people most likely to be given trouble by their fellow students. There were good odds on her being either a fresh local Magical Girl and/or a new transfer student as well; they popped in all the time, and it really cost her nothing to check and be proven wrong.

And if she was right? Well, all the better to get to the newbies before the likes of Lumiere sunk nonsense into their skulls at the root.