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She'd been putting off this meeting for a long time. Since July, to be completely accurate, although Megiddo leaned towards the labyrinth and the resultant fallout of the labyrinth (everyone else sure seemed traumatized and blood-soaked when it was all over, even though her group had been spared the worst of it) bought her some time. Still, it was too damn long and she knew it. She also knew that she was the only one to blame for her tardiness - Niflhel was a busy dude, and probably an important one considering he'd earned his knight cape... when, exactly? Like, a century ago?

Point being, dude was ******** ancient as s**t, as far as Megiddo was concerned.

And they shared a planetary alignment, and the first time they'd met, she'd been punching Mistral in the gut like an a*****e. Which was a great way to make a first impression, sucker-punching the crippled genius and all that. Megiddo was so proud of herself, except for the part where she wasn't.

She arranged to meet the the older knight downtown, on the roof of a corner store where she hoped that the sheer number of other powered people bopping around the neighborhood would keep them from being interrupted. Negaversers were pesky, and she was more than well equipped to deal with them on her own, but she was trying to save face with Niflhel and beating someone to death in front of him would probably not get the job done.

Or maybe it would. Maybe he was into that.

Huh.

Megiddo sat down on top of an HVAC vent and rubbed a scuff on her boot. Niflhel still had a few more minutes before he'd be officially late, she thought, and she didn't really know if he were the kind of dude who usually ran on-time or not.

Really, she didn't know what kind of dude he was at all, besides that she was pretty sure he was pissed with her.

Megiddo looked up, sensing Niflhel's approach before she actually saw him. She knew that there wasn't any difference between how Saturn knights felt to her and how knights of anywhere else felt, but she imagined him burning purple in her mind's eye. "Heard that I wanted to talk?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as she got to her feet. She was taller than him in her heels, although just barely - she always liked it when she was taller than men.

"I'm just following up on what you said to me at Olympus back in, uh, June?" she said, cocking her head to the side. It was November now, and she'd totally failed at getting back to him in a timely manner, so she'd let it slide if he didn't remember what this was about. "Uh, you told me to come find you when we got back to Earth?"

If that wasn't jogging his memory, then she wasn't entirely sure where to go with it next, save for maybe flat out reminding him of her flat-out least-fine hour.

Which, actually, ******** it - she was going to go there. "I'm assuming it's got something to do with me sucker-punching Mistral hard enough to put her in the hospital," she said, "although, you know, that's not hard?" Mistral kind of had the constitution of wet tissue paper. "Which, by the way, we're cool now and I'm not gonna do it again. Or was there something else? Has Sempai noticed me?"