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Pendour would find out more about this magic, this "war". To that end, she had powered up and was walking the streets. She was listening, or whatever the magical equivalent was, for that bright feeling that meant someone was nearby. She'd had no luck so far, but that was okay. It was a lovely night for a walk, nice and warm, and her outfit for all its decoration seemed to be made with dance in mind and was quite comfortable.

She thought she had caught the trail of an aura, and then she found herself listening with her ears as a shrill whistle pierced the quiet night. Someone called out, too. Well, that was a really good sign that she was on the right track and she wouldn't be imposing. Breaking into a jog, she got closer and thought she could make out a figure on a rooftop. It was unexpected, but with magic involved, it seemed like a lot of unexpected things were going to be happening. Maybe she could climb up too?

"Just a moment," she called up, then set to scale the building, which turned out to be fairly easy as she stepped from windowsill to loose brick with ease. A few seconds later, her hands and then her head popped up over the garden banister. She gave a once over to the man in front of her, missing the arm situation momentarily for other details.

"That's a lot of bones," was her first observation. "Aren't they heavy? They must be." She swung a leg over the banister and hoisted herself into the space, pulling the stubborn end of her skirt down behind her. "Well, that's irrelevant, isn't it? You said you're lonely. We can't have that, can we," she paused as she scanned his outfit, looking for his symbol. "Fellow Knight? Yes. Jupiter. No, Saturn. The four is Jupiter, the H is Saturn. I'm trying." A hint of a flush came to her cheeks. "Anyway, I'm Pendour," she said, and she closed the distance between them, holding out a hand.

His first comment got an eyebrow raise and a half-embarrassed smirk. "How often do you have to disrobe on these midnight jaunts?" she asked. For one thing, she wasn't sure how she would get out of her own tight fitting dress if she needed to. On the other hand, she wondered if she'd have to deal with people stripping often with the identity protection and all.

She'd been prepared for a handshake, but with the two of them being knights, after all, and all of the trappings that it came with, perhaps it was a little silly that she wasn't expecting shows of chivalry. She accepted her "kiss" from his strange, Cheshire mask with a deep nod. "It's a pleasure, sir," she said with practiced casualness, her voice soft. So far, this "war" seemed to be more of a costume ball.

She did take some time to look around while he talked. The first moment went to admiring the stonework and the little river which was very fancy, the second moment went to the realization of there's no way it's legal to be up here, and then she took a longer look at the plants. She did love plants.

"Oh look, daffodils!" she said, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I think it's too sheltered up here, though. They'll probably end up freezing before they can bloom. You want to put them somewhere more open so that they don't come up before they can handle the weather. I do hope that's not an omen."

Her face solemn, she pulled her hair in front of her chest and started stroking one of the braids with her thumb. "Because yes, I'm new. Almost two months now, you're right." She gave a little nod. "I've only been out a few times, but Google's been helping some. It doesn't know magic, but it knows planets, and that Pendour's a beach in England where there may or may not be mermaids, which might explain the outfit."

She smiled again and spun, showing off the way her skirt fluttered around her legs and the jangle of pearls. Coming back around, she met his eyes with a light laugh. "Although the universe might have misjudged, as I'm not really one for luring men, or for death."

She gave the other knight's outfit another once over, this time her eyes resting for just a second too long on the not-arm. "Yours is a little fifteenth century graveyard sculpture, it's true, but that aesthetic is coming back into fashion. Death and darkness seem trendy at the moment." If they were going by modern trends, he was honestly probably more fashionable than she was. "I haven't met the Negaverse, so I can't comment on that."

"Oh," she said to his talk of violence, her voice only a little deeper than it was when she'd been talking about flowers. She brought her braid over her shoulder now and twisted it around her hand, then untwisted, with a simple rhythm and not much thought. "So I could possibly die," she said. That wasn't the kind of thing that you could swallow in a few seconds, so she pushed it to a corner of her mind to chew on while they talked.

Not that she minded delving into the dark topics. It seemed more relevant than commenting on everyone's outfits, especially people who weren't even around, although it was interesting information that might turn out to be useful, so she did her best to listen. Eventually, she walked over to the bench as well, although she sat sideways on one of the arms so that she could still see Scholomance.

"Earth is armor, I think. Cosmos is pretty dresses, like you said. That's all I know. I'm not the one to ask. Um." She reached out to grab the back of the bench to support her slightly awkward position and squinted for a moment as she tried to organize what she knew. "Camelot explained the, you could maybe call them the basics. For example, I'm a knight, given power to stand against evil or work for peace, and there's a war, all that, although I can't help but feel that he might have been sugarcoating some. Then I ended up going to space with a Cosmos girl, and she was glowing. Transcended, I think was the word, so we talked about that. It was really nice." Her usually calm voice brightened and she cracked a grin.

"I haven't been to my own wonder, though. No ring."

Now that they were truly conversing, Pendour met Scholomance's gaze once again. She was surprised to find that he was looking at her the same way her parents had right before she'd moved out, which was uncomfortable enough, but the fact that just a few moments ago he'd been sizing up her curves made it that much worse.

"No, no, it's not like that, I'm just thinking out loud," she said quickly. She shook her head. "Please don't hurt anyone on my behalf." Her free hand now gripped the other side of the armrest, white knuckled under her gloves. This was a whole new predicament. She hadn't thought of people fighting to protect her. That would just be pointless and terrible, although she supposed she hadn't said anything to indicate that she was anything other than a little warrior in training looking for a brother-in-arms. She pursed her lips for a moment, then said, quite serious, "Look, no matter what you're about to say, I'd rather die than hurt someone, and I'm guessing that's not the typical view, so..." she trailed off for a moment as if her next comment could be unrelated, "Um, if something happens, it's not your fault."

She took a slow, quiet breath in and out, then looked back up to the other knight with a small frown. "Oh, you were lonely, weren't you, and now this is just getting dark. I don't want to ruin your evening." Hadn't they just been talking about clothes? She shook her head and gave a tight lipped smile. "We don't have to talk about this stuff. We could go look for that ring, or even get food if you don't mind seeing me without all the pearls."

She started fidgeting with her braid again, without really thinking about it. "Although I can use advice, even sordid stuff. I won't hold it against you." Her smile widened into something almost mischievous. "I'll take any you can give."

She went a bit pale at the continued mention of violence. Scholomance was taking the blame for it, then, so no blood would be on her hands, or rather that was what would be the case if that was how it worked. If someone came after them now, there would still be blood. "Well, I don't recommend vengeance, but I won't get in your way if it comes to that," was all she said.

Then, she listened. A lot of information was thrown at her very quickly. Was this what some of the others had been supposed to teach her? But before she could think too much about that, there was another story, a sad one, although she wasn't quite sure if it met the promises of being sordid, although the popping out of the teeth did get a raised eyebrow and an "Oh," out of her. She then took the earlier permission to stare, her eyes flicking from the teeth to the arm for a good ten seconds. "Thank you for your story," she said, genuine although not happy. Looking at him, listening to him, she knew it was only a matter of time until this war would not be kind to her. Still, it also showed her why peace was so needed. She only hoped she'd be able to help.

She brought her feet up onto the seat of the bench and readjusted herself a little. The decorative bits did not make for the most comfortable seating. "Although the things you said were common knowledge, I did not know most of that. The monsters that are around are made out of people?" Her lips curled and she shuddered. "Is that true? Have you seen it?"

She gave up on her arm perching and slid into the seat next to him. "It wasn't smart for the Negaverse to leave you alive, though, was it?" She was even quieter now, thinking. "If you survived and powered back up it's not like you would do it just to talk about how strong they are and how it's hopeless to oppose them. Instead you show that you survived and not to fall for their tricks, and now you're looking to get even, you said?" She frowned at that, for herself, mostly. It was clear why he would want vengeance. "They've either got hubris or they're bad at strategy, so maybe that's something." She was mostly trying to encourage herself.

Now that her hands were free, she reached down to twist a pearl from her bracelet between her fingers. "Well, I won't be trying to cut deals now, although I don't know if that will protect me."

She hadn't shuddered at his harsh truths or been disgusted by his sad story, but his sudden outburst made her physically flinch. She leaned back against her arm of the bench and stared for a moment, not at any maiming this time, just sort of blankly in the direction of his face. "Scholomance, please," she said mildly. "There's no need to talk like that."

She wasn't a hero, certainly, but she'd not been hurt by the advice she'd received, so far either. "I knew some, just not that such violence was so common, and not that bit about the monsters at all. It was sugarcoated, like I said, but it was still a sugarcoated war." He said he hadn't seen the monsters made from people personally, and she wasn’t curious enough about it to wish another horror on him so that he could tell her another story.

He seemed to have had experienced plenty. She didn’t really blame him for getting snappy, and she eventually relaxed back into the bench proper, leaving only a few inches between the two of them. “Well, maybe you’re right. You would know better than I would.”

She kept spinning that pearl faster and faster until she could feel a bit of the friction through her gloves. “I am scared. I don’t want to die, but it’s that or get hurt or hide and let others take the brunt of it.” She glanced over at the man in his magical clothes who was still smoking a vape and so casually telling a stranger his sad past. “You seem resilient,” she said. “I’m not trying to be unsympathetic. I’m really sorry you got hurt, but I’m glad you got back up, and if you can tell your own story, make your own warning, well, it makes me feel a little braver.”

She stopped the fidgeting and folded her hands in her lap. “I know, you’re trying to keep me from making mistakes so I’m sorry if that’s too optimistic, but well,” she cracked a smile, “I did just get started. I still need some hope.”

Pendour just gave him a bit of subtle side eye during his defensive apology before giving the tiniest nod when he finally seemed sincere, a bit defensive in her own right. "...It's not even a sexy word," she muttered, "But, uh, have fun?" It was becoming increasingly clear that this was not the kind of guy she would spend time with if it hadn't been for the magic. It was fine, he seemed interesting, she just wasn't sure what to think.

His next question took her a bit longer to answer. "I don't know, really. I'm still trying to put everything together. That's why I've been trying to talk to people. What I think still changes after every time I come out." She looked up to the night sky. "At first it seemed a little like first world problems, honestly. A bad one, yes, but," her voice went earnest in a practiced way, "There are places so wartorn that villages are massacred every day, then there's starvation, malnutrition, preventable diseases. I didn't think Destiny City's gang war was that special just because I can do this," she held up a hand and her little ocarina materialized. She let it drop so it hung by its string on her finger, swinging between them, looking very small.

"But this is the time and place given to me, so I decided to see what I could do to help. Well, then I went to space." She smiled at the stars. Her eyes closed, and she sunk down into the bench. "This really is part of something bigger, isn't it?" She peeked up at Scholomance. "Well, that's what I think at the moment. Get back to me in a few more months." She straightened and stretched out her back. "Compliments on the other I'm always available for. Hugs as well." She nodded. "I think for being a good person it's most important just to put effort into it, so you're on your way."