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Babylon was glad to see Kairatos arrive - it seemed odd for them to assemble on Mars without at least some martian knights present. He waved the older knight over, again gesturing to what seats remained in their row. "Yeah, it happens sometimes," he said, pleased by their growing numbers - there were familiar faces here, but also plenty of unfamiliar knights as well.

"Not enough to be statistically significant, I guess." If you spent two nights in three years yanked off to parts unknown, it didn't really bear mentioning in casual conversation. "But yeah, hey, here we are, welcome to the club, good to see you, man."

He was going to get, like, poached from the waist down and sunburnt from the waist up at this rate, and hoped they didn't stay here for too long.

It wasn't Bifrost, Pharos or any other Chronos knight that Hara Berezaiti sought out first, possibly to the distress of her target. It was the statuesque man she'd argued morality with over a plate of hot fries.

"Alfheim!" She called, pushing her way toward him with quiet, shaky apologies to anyone nudged out of her way.

"Aelfheim! What's going on?? I half expected to see a... a space whale."

She noted, a creature that some of those souls who had once been summoned to space with her might remember.

Alexandria pulled at the collar to his shirt. Long necks and heavy fabrics were not warm weather.. Oh well... Now he knew for next time. Subconsciously, Alexandria tugged at the sleeve of his jacket. Just breathe. He told himself. You'll be fine. He slipped in with out drawing too much notice to himself. Which by all accounts was fine by him. Alexandria cast a glance at those around him as he took a seat. There was a good mix of people here so far... Too bad he didn't know any of them.

... Well yet anyway. Didn't know them yet.

Instead of getting up to do just that though, Alexandria was content to sit and watch the others mingle with each other.

Whatever conversation Babylon was wrapped up in, it was put on hold when the latest page to enter the colosseum appeared. Knights of Mercury were few and far between, and if there was one here he'd never met, then Babylon wanted to go make his acquaintance immediately. "Mercury page!" he said excitedly, shooting up from his seat.

"Mercury page!" he cried, bounding down the steps. And if Alexandria was surprised to see a half-naked man in Mercury sigils and fur running towards him, then he was probably doubly surprised to be wrapped in a bear hug by someone he'd never met.

Releasing the kid from his embrace, Babylon said excitedly, "Sorry! Sorry! It's just been ages since I've seen anyone else from Mercury. My name's Babylon. You should come sit with me and tell me about yourself. We've got a bit of a group going up there!"

He pointed up the steps, to where Nifhel, Kairatos, Shangri-La, and Themiscyra sat, and waved excitedly. "You have no idea what a big deal this is to me!" he shouted to them, trying to encourage Alexandria up the stairs.

Bifrost smiled at Pharos and Celsus, and bounded off towards another page of Chronos, Hara. She gave a wave and only slightly cuddled up to her. "Hi! Bifrost Squire, I'm not sure if we've met! I'm a knight of Chronos too!" She smiled at her and bounced a little.

She loved seeing her pages and knights around! (Not that she was captain or anything but she was stronger in power than the pages, and she felt sort of protective of them, of course.)

"I'm very glad there are no space whales, either. That was very bad. Space whales are bad."

"Bloody ******** Hell."

Those were the first words out of Ys's mouth when his boots landed deep in red sand, sun beating down on his braided hair to replace the cool half-light of the circus tent he'd been practicing in. When he shifted and bells rang the next thing out of his mouth was a name roared at the top of his lungs.

"LUXOR!"

This had to be his fault. This whole knight crap was his fault, as far as Ys was concerned. He'd never been attacked by youma before he'd joined the carnival and it was the place he had first found the strange mask that summoned this even stranger power. A scowl pulled blue brows together as the Saturn page caught sight of the colosseum and he began to stomp towards it, driving the heels of his boots into the sand almost as though to punish it for inconveniencing him with this nonsense.

Honestly, he had no idea where he was and even less of any idea why he was here. For a man who only powered up to defend the place he worked, had only been to his wonder once, this was so far beyond anything he knew or understood... and he was honestly a little scared. And when Ys was scared, he tended to go over dramatic to cover it.

Stomping through the arching door way, the Saturn page stomped a few more steps before he realized the sheer amount of sound echoing from him. The theater of the ruins had amazing acoustics and here he was... covered head to toe in little silver bells... There was no way people on the far side of the place could fail to be assaulted by the god awful jingling that came from his every movement. Stopping awkwardly, he blinked at the small gathering of what he could only assume was knights by their dress and gave them one of his huge, winning smiles.

"Sorry."

"Alexandria!" repeated Babylon excitedly. "Amazing. Perfect." He'd done it! He'd found another Mercury knight after all this time! Now, he was going to never let this precious little darling out of his sight ever again and make certain that he never, ever corrupted. Because that would be terrible. More than Babylon thought he could bear. He would literally die.

Okay maybe not literally but he'd make eyes at Alexandria and say, in his most dad-like voice, I'm not angry, I'm just very disappointed, and okay, I'm angry, too.

Bounding back up the stairs, he steered around Valhalla and plopped back into his seat. "Oh my god, Val," said Babylon, "You can't just tell someone their whole planet looks the same to you. Rude." Because if he didn't open with a joke, he was probably going to launch into some kind of angry tirade about Valhalla being friends with Remarque and being a jerk to Zia. Because, like, he'd had time to stew on this, okay?





"Excuse me," Megiddo said to the group she'd found herself in, and pushed her way over to Ys. She tugged on his elbow. "Hey," she said seriously. "I don't know where your fancy casino boyfriend is, but you're making a scene."

So, like, stop, said her expression.

"We don't know what's up," she said, "But we all sort of figure something's gonna happen sooner or later if we all stand around running our gabs. Hopefully, it won't be a sandworm."

That would just completely ruin her day.