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Alfred Abney was walking home from the bookstore with a plastic bag hanging from his wrist of a new store of books, one his nose was presently buried in.It wasn't uncommon for the young man to be buried in books, though usually he had his sister or a cousin for aid navigating, and today was a rare exception, the young man moving, listening to the area with half-interest and blessedly missing more than a few toes as he walked, entirely engrossed as he did, stretching finally.

The cold air was that of a winter experienced in the northern regions and Alfred hummed, mentally cursing the cold before turning and giving pause at the sound of paper shifting, and he finally looked up, neatly placing a bookmark in his book before snapping it shut and placing it in his back, and grey eyes looked around, almost idly.

"Don't tell me someone's left a dog out hete." He sighed in exasperation. "I would hardly enjoy hearing my cousin go on to keep it..."

Alfred was oblivious to the approach of the cat and Royal Knight, and he approached the sound slowly, hand neatly curling to keep grip on his bag of treasures as he crept near the rustling papers before they stopped, and he made a sound of disgust, eyes narrowing at the sudden stillness.

Something had to be there - there was no wind, simply the papers moved, and Alfred eyed them before a serpent emerged - not, however, quite the breed he expected so much as a scaled and winged serpent, with fore talons and plumage of many hues and colours, and Alfred jumped back into a can as the Quetzalcoatl youma screeched like a bird that slept in too many deserts, the teen huffing in alarm before looking around.

What was it and WHY?!

Alfred began moving back carefully, clutching his bag as the corners of his mouth twitched, itching to frown at the youma behginning to rise on it's tail to display it's plumage, one winged arm raising and then--

It and Alfred looked towards Hadaya, the as-of-yet unawakened Page blinking before the youma moved first, rushing for Hadaya like lightening and Alfred's lips pursed in a line. Inwardly, everly cell was screaming at him to heed his fight or flight instinct, but surely that might endanger the small, if but tubby cat before him, and instead he looked around for some form of suitable weapon, grimacing at trash bags and bns, as well as lids, and unconciously held her bag of books protectively before sighting a small metal drawing compass, weathered and tired but still it seemed useful enough - if nothing else to lure the monster back to try using a lid to slice the head off like his books. It was better than nothing; however Alfred did so much prefer a shovel.

Beggars weren't choosers, however, and he moved, collecting the compass neatly, before things became very, very strange.

Such as his clothing, and he froze, studying the sudden change before putting his bag in a safe-seeming location, eying the compass.

"Unusual." He grumbled. "But I'll study this, erm, after I sort this mess I suppose."

Not that he knew Camelot was there, and he moved to see if he couldn't try intercepting the youma before it reached Hadaya, still not sure how a cat spoke. Maybe a talking collar...

Was he the talking cat's owner? Stonehenge had to admit he reminded him of the garb one of Reynard's friends on the internet dressed an MMO character in, but now was no time to remark on that, the fresh Page instead holding the compass up with a bemused smirk.

"They do say the Pen is mightier than the sword, if you perhaps added a pen to this." He commented with a faint smile at his own humor before remembering the youma charging in - as ir reared to screech, trying to snap and snarl before Stonehenge sniffed, preparing to throw the compass as planned. If this stranger intended to help? He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Stonehenge blinked, picking his weapon up from near the dust and turned back, accepting and shaking Camelot's hand calmly. It was certainly an odd experience, and not one he'd expected, nor wanted to relive soon, but--

-- Knight?

"Pleasure." Stonehenge shook his hand and nodded, nudging his new uniform with a calm form of curiousity.

"Dare I ask where this outfit came from? All of this reminds me of a game my cousins play on the internet. Or I suppose some of the books at home. The fictional stories. ... And are you truly named for a place in Aurthurian Legend?"

It was a bit, but the young man was curious, and if questions were welcome, he had no problems asking.

Awakened? The way the cat phrased it, Stonehenge supposed it was like waking from sleep, while Camelot deemed it as something else. Intriguing, but not quite as unusual as the cat, though he focused rather more on the explination, filing it away in his mind neatly as he ignored the rising anxiety from having to risk more monsters. Certainly not something he wanted.

And Camelot asked his name as- what?

For a moment, Stonehenge looked incredulous, not quite believing what he was being asked, although it was better than Alfred. Nobody called him Alfie with this - would they?

"Stonehenge, I believe. It sounds perhaps worth looking into some books, if nothing else, regarding places." He chuckled in amusement. He likely had a book or two on myth, he assured himself. That may explain everything; if not? He'd go badgering Reynard or even Cherish.

His free hand then extended to Hadaya, scratching under his chin calmly.

"Perhas if you were a bit calmer, it seems. But you, you're intriguing. How do you speak?"

While normally he tried tactful, he WAS curious.

"As long as they realize I'm not a rock circle." Stonehenge drawled in amusement, but understood Camelot's warning and nodded gratefully. Gloved fingers continued scratching Hadaya lightly, though a brow raised to the cat a bit, and he shrugged.

"I'm disinclined to agree I'm afraid, with your sentiment, as I know little of them past what you've said. Hardly enough to decide myself."

Plus, Stonehenge quite felt he himself was a rather good knight already, by keeping his cool. And perhaps Camelot, he supposed; it was a pity his cousins we no knights however, or it would be more in the air.

"So it's a battle of Order and the Organization of all versus primordial Chaos, or similar philisophical believe?"

Quite surprising if it wasn't the Greek definition, he felt, for sure. Perhaps a trip to the library was in order...

"Dorruptive - odd. Doesn't sound like myths then, at least, that I know of." Stonehenge appeared thoughtful, looking down to Hadaya before stooping to stroke the cat, scratching between ears calmly as he looked up awkwardly to Camelot, adjusting to kneel finally for easier petting and speaking properly.

"To what end would corrupting everything serve them? Do we kno-- Library?"

Suddenly Stonehenge's eyes lit up brightly. "Really? I'm there often. I don't recall seeing you, however?"

Still Csamelot understood his language, escalating him in Stonehenge's eyes. Still not as amazing as his family or himself, but worthy of significant respect for working a library.