KoL

Grimoiric Heart

[...] Lucy preferred to be paired with new students anyway. In fact, she wouldn't mind being roomed with all of the new girls [...]

@Izurich

Lilian: "I don't think the board of directors would approve of a girl trying to build a harem with all the newbies, but I appreciate your devotion nonetheless."

Grimoiric Heart

^{LILIANA MARYWELL}

Lilian's face warped into a beaming, catlike grin when she heard Lucette comply with her request. She always felt the angelic magical girl was a little too straight-laced. Hearing her call Lilian sister in such a serious yet honest way, filled the old magician with joy. The obvious embarrassment in her voice was a nice bonus as well, of course.

"Ahh yes, erm..." Lilian murmured as she sat, or rather sunk, into the overly-soft chair opposite to the one Lucette took and listened to the other girl's report. "Ahh yes," she repeated, before answering in a reminiscing tone, "I remember it like yesterday. That boy Arthur was quite a troublemaker, always trying to help everyone no matter the cost. In a way, I think it's only natural that someone who inherited his will would be like that."

"Anyway, thanks for bringing that up. I've been thinking about that—and a few other things—as well. But the truth is that confronting her about it would only cause needless friction between you girls. With that in mind, I'd like to ask you a favor," Lilian said, making a purposeful pause right before she came to her request. "Would you like to, hmm... be her guardian angel?" she finished in the most shameless manner.

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Grimoiric Heart

I'll reply soonish. I don't think we'll need to do a collab for this one.

Grimoiric Heart

Well, there we go. A post right on time.

Grimoiric Heart

^{LILIANA MARYWELL}

"And so, another day comes, casting down those who dwell in the dark back onto their rightful place. Daybreak illusion, huh?" Lilian thought as she set her book aside after a long night. Come to think of it, Winter was approaching fast. London's chill would only get chillier with every day, and the grip of the Pageless upon the world would extend itself for much longer in the coming months.

Perhaps, was it a good sign that they forged a new ally now? Only time would tell...

Talking about time, it was about the right time for another school day to begin. Certainly, it would be rough to ask the girls that fought their hardest until a few minutes ago to keep on keeping on, but it was all about the masquerade, right? They even had a new "last-minute transfer student" to introduce.

"I can already see that today's gonna be a hectic day," the silver-haired magical girl said as she took a glance of the courtyard. A slightly wistful smile crept its way to her lips as she looked at Charlotte's antics. Regardless of whatever reminiscence the Grand Minister could be indulging herself with at the time, her attention was snapped back to the present a moment later.

"Yes, yes. You can come in," Liliana said as doors swung open by themselves. "You girls are always welcome here, after all," she added as she turned away from the courtyard window, welcoming Lucette with a warm smile.

"By the way, you can call me Big Sis if you want. There's no need for those kinds of formalities between us, right~?"

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Grimoiric Heart

I'll have a post up to Saturday, if all goes well. Then, we can move from there.

Grimoiric Heart

@Izurich

I'll see about that. If a collarb is needed we probably can do it over the weekend. I'm unlikely to have time for it before then.

Grimoiric Heart

<Snipped quote by The World>

Nice take, thank you. That's a helpful perspective.

The main thing with Myths as far as I can tell is that they need to be fundamental and have pretty much worldwide influence, which was where my mind went with that. Santa basically somehow already has half the equation, which is a little mind boggling to think about, considering his tale only has about 200 years under its belt.

But yeah, in terms of an actual story and the longevity of his myth's existence, there's no way if could actually fully capitalize on that fame. It's the sort of story with shaky foundations that somehow managed to get absurd amounts of influence for what it was, which is where it the whole "Legend" bit comes in, since it's definitely not weak enough to be just a Fable.

The main issue, of course, is actually just finding the right piece of literature that has the most "base" influence on the existence that is Santa Claus.

@Lewascan2

Legend is probably the most accurate way to place Santa's tale. While it might be pretty well known, it isn't established enough, especially considering that Santa was we know is a weird composite character that only took its modern shape to fulfill consumerist ideals. in the last century or so when Christmas veered off from being about religion and just became that time of the year to spend money on presents "just because".

Grimoiric Heart

^{THE GRAND MINISTER}

In a place far, far away from the commotion bred by the clash between the defenders of the light and their mortal nemesis, a certain silver-haired magician had just finished brewing a cup of tea for herself.

"I gotta say, I one-upped myself this time. This must be the best tea I had in a long while," Lilian said as she walked to an old reading chair. She left the cup on a nearby table, beside a tray of sweets and—after perusing the shelves that packed the walls around her—picked an ominous-looking book.

Before she went back to her chair, Lilian took a long look at the night sky outside the stained glass windows of the old chapel that served as the Grand Ministry's Hall, almost as if she were trying to peer off into the distance separating her from her beloved magical girls.

"Percival and the Quest for the Holy Grail, huh? Very interesting. Very interesting indeed," She said to herself in a curious tone.

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Meanwhile, the battle at the construction site raged on. The magical girls and the thralls of darkness clashed against one another in a desperate effort to rid the world of each other.

That said, some of the Pageless cared more to find ways to feast on the civilians, ignoring the threats of magical girls defending them and rushing at their prey with wild abandon.

If fighting against what seemed like an endless tide of darkness crashing upon them wasn't hard enough, the magical girls also had to deal with the Pageless that seemed to flee the battle and converged upon a helpless girl that had been forsaken by the goddess of luck.

With every moment that passed, the number of Pageless drawn to Nessie grew. Would help come in time or would her story end before it even began?

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KoL's Test Thread

^{THE GRAND MINISTER}

In a place far, far away from the commotion bred by the clash between the defenders of the light and their mortal nemesis, a certain silver-haired magician had just finished brewing a cup of tea for herself.

"I gotta say, I one-upped myself this time. This must be the best tea I had in a long while," Lilian said as she walked to an old reading chair. She left the cup on a nearby table, beside a tray of sweets and—after perusing the shelves that packed the walls around her—picked an ominous-looking book.

Before she went back to her chair, Lilian took a long look at the night sky outside the stained glass windows of the old chapel that served as the Grand Ministry's Hall, almost as if she were trying to peer off into the distance separating her from her beloved magical girls.

"Percival and the Quest for the Holy Grail, huh? Very interesting. Very interesting indeed," She said to herself in a curious tone.

※ ※ ※

Meanwhile, the battle at the construction site raged on. The magical girls and the thralls of darkness clashed against one another in a desperate effort to rid the world of each other.

That said, some of the Pageless cared more to find ways to feast on the civilians, ignoring the threats of magical girls defending them and rushing at their prey with wild abandon.

If fighting against what seemed like an endless tide of darkness crashing upon them wasn't hard enough, the magical girls also had to deal with the Pageless that seemed to flee the battle and converged upon a helpless girl that had been forsaken by the goddess of luck.

With every moment that passed, the number of Pageless drawn to Nessie grew. Would help come in time or would her story end before it even began?

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