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Alfheim was still fairly dazed thanks to the half awake state he'd been kidnapped in. It was hard to be alert and come to terms with being kidnapped to space on its own, but especially when you were exhausted to the point of semi-consciousness to begin with.

When he came to, mostly thanks to Svartalfheim yelling at him, he realized that Holi-- or rather Hara was next to him talking about space whales with Buyan and at some point in that conversation he had lifted a protective hand to the younger girl's shoulder.

Catching the suspicion in Svara's voice, he dropped it in a hot second, though.

"Uh."

Eloquent as ever. "Calm down. We're all missing, so they're going to know something's up, it's going to be fine," He said, trying to sound calm and reassuring, but his 'calm down' hand gesture also had a bit of a defensive flavor to the action.

And then he looked at the girls, more confused than anything, "And I don't think there's going to be any space whales this time around, we're in a desert, and we'd probably sense a youma that large if it was coming at us... right?"

Hara Berezaiti

"It was a huge Youma, and not even the biggest one we saw. They were terrifying. If one of them got through to earth it would be a disaster."

Fortunately she didn't think this could happen, which meant no 'Avengers' level nightmares of space monsters smashing their way through a high rise, which she supposed had it's ups and downs, one of the very minor downs being that there was no need to summon every order aligned fighter around the way they had to fix the Surrounding.

"...And just because we haven't seen an invisible space youma yet doesn't mean they don't exist... although thankfully i guess you're right, most of them have been all... weird and bioluminecent and vaguely fish like." She admitted grudgingly to Alfheim, though she wasn't sure she liked this anyway.

Babylon blanched. Between Kairatos and Nifhel's commentary, he had a feeling he'd gone too far. "No, man, no," he said uneasily. "I'm just quoting the facts." Because Valhalla had been wrong and everyone agreeing with him had been wrong, and seriously, what the hell did a guy have to do around here to get a little credibility?

Putting his shirt back on was not an option.

Anyway, Nifhel was clearing out now, and Babylon was feeling too cowed to go and try to talk to anyone down on the arena floor. He'd been right. He'd been right and he'd still been shut down! People were awful, and the sooner whatever scout jamboree this was got started, the sooner he could forget his embarrassment.

"I was right, though," he grumped.





Megiddo looked Luxor up and down, a judgmental expression painted across her face. What, exactly, what the combat advantage of not wearing a shirt? She supposed the name made sense, at the very least - his style of dress looked vaguely Egyptian, which didn't really fit with the only other Pluto knight she'd ever met - Lyngvi. (Then again, there was a guy nearby wearing Pluto sigils and dressed like a pirate, so who the ******** even knew what was going on there.)

"Fancy casino boyfriend," she said, nodding slowly. She offered him a tight-lipped smile. "Okay, I approve. He has nice abs." She could see that, and she didn't even swing that way. But different strokes for different folks - right?

Rolling her eyes at Ys, she added, "Don't call me Meg." She hadn't liked the nickname when Mariposite bestowed it upon her, having taken it as a sign of disrespect then, and she didn't like it now, either. "My name is Megiddo, page of Saturn," she said, turning back to Luxor. "You're lucky. You're dressed for the weather."

Her tights itched something awful.

It did Camelot's heart good to see familiar knights looking stronger and so many talking together as friends or allies, or newly meeting in the hopes of forming bonds. They needed more chances like this, and hopefully ones that did not end in them fighting for their lives. He smiled at Celsus' greeting and then looked at Pharos as she was settled once more on the ground and the hugging was done.

Camelot blinked and turned his head when he felt someone tugging at his cape, surprised by the light tugs and turning his body around a bit to spy Hvergelmir had come over to them. He was glad she had, not wanting her to be off on her own if she did not want to be, though the look on her face told him that she was not exactly with these happenings. Of course, not everyone had been through this before, and had even less of an idea what was going on than Camelot and the rest. They not only had to deal with being in this strange place, but also the whole 'suddenly pulled through space and possibly time' thing. He looked oddly apologetic, though it was certainly not anything he had done to her. Nodding along with Pharos' reassurances, Camelot felt compelled to try and assuage Hvergelmir's fears a bit.

"Don't worry, I don't think that's what this is. I haven't been able to call my shield, and I've been trying to bash faces in since I got here. That... that was a bad.... bad joke. Ah. Honestly, don't worry, okay? If anything bad happens, I'll defend you, and make sure nothing happens to you. Sometimes strange things happen, like this summons, and we have to see it through until the end before we can go back home. I don't get the feeling of malice here, but if I'm wrong, I will make sure you're safe. Both of you. I really think you're right, Pharos, and something like that, making us fight one another, isn't the intention here."

He smiled his patented warm, honest smile and put his hand on her shoulder. He took that moment to glance around and saw Niflhel had approached. They had not run into each other in a while, and Camelot was glad to see him, though he had caught glances of him here and there during other such occurrences and gatherings. He lifted his free hand to wave, angling himself a little more toward the other Knight, though not pulling away from Hvergelmir completely.

"Hello there, Niflhel! You're looking well. How have you been? I don't suppose you have found any more answers about all this yet, ah... than we have?" He assumed all the knights were chattering together, trying to figure things out. Camelot had his ideas, as well, but the way with these things tended to be revealed in due time.

He cast a look to Shalott, who was sometimes better at catching on to things than he was. He was patient and willing to wait and see, particularly because he did not get the sense of immediate danger, but he knew he needed to be on his toes just in case. There were a lot of people here, and he did not want to see anything bad happen to any of them. It was his duty, as well, to make sure it did not. If he had to, he would rise to their defense and aid, regardless of the cost to himself.

Luxor stared at Ys when he was clapped on the shoulder by the jingling knight, his expression indicating that direct physical contact was probably not the way to go with him right now. He was grumpy, moreso than usual it seemed, and his usual calm, bland demeanor was replaced with a calm, irritated one. Not, perhaps, the most noticeable difference to the outsider, but for Luxor he knew it meant his temper was going to flare up.

And when it did, he had a habit of hulk-smashing whatever was nearest.

Right now, it was a contest between Megiddo and Ys for who got hulked first.

Despite his attitude and grumpiness, Luxor cared quite a lot about his employee and friend. He had very few friends, after all, and though Ys' demeanor was a stark opposite to Luxor's, and they by all accounts had no business getting along, Luxor liked his company and wanted to keep him in good regards so they could continue to be friends. Of course, the Squire of Pluto was absolutely terrible with friendships and had no idea how maintain it, but he was hoping he was doing things right so far. Ys did not seem to mind his attitude, which certainly helped.

"Hello, Megiddo," he said stiffly, his voice low and rumbling. Wait. What did she call him? He stared at her with a facial expression so serious it was a wonder his cheeks didn't start cracking from the effort. He was trying to think if she was kidding or not, or if she was just trying to make him mad. At her words he crossed his arms over his chest, almost bashfully but not actually paying attention to the action.

He nodded his head stiffly. Conversation was a lost art to him, but he did his best.

"It's hot," he agreed. "Why are we here?"

He heard a knight speaking nearby, about Coliseums and what happened there. That would make sense, he had seen Gladiator. It would not be fun, and there were many knights there that looked like they could easily kick his teeth in, but if that was what they were there to do, who was he to argue? He glanced at Ashur, but said nothing, just nodded thoughtfully. It was a good idea, at least to him.

One thing was sure. The Uranus Knight (Andronicus) had Themiscyra's attention riveted to her quick enough. Burning warehouse? Intent to kill? Slammed into a general? The Martian let out a low whistle, brow raised to the other knight. How lucky was she to be conscious at the moment? "You've had a hell of a time. Who was behind the fire?" Of course she had guesses automatically. But it was another thing to actually hear it from the person involved in the attack. Of course, the other girl asked the obvious questions in a row and she smiled, dropping down another row to offer her hand. "Welcome to Mars. Not sure why everyone was brought here, but there y'go. Themiscyra, Page of Mars." She paused before adding on a chuckle, "And no I've got nothing to do with this place except it's on my planet." The words were out of her mouth before she could think of how they sounded, but the smile on her face didn't falter. Anyone who wanted to argue the point with here was welcomed to it. She only saw two people there with Mars emblems on their uniforms.

When Shangri-la moved over to join them, Themiscyra backed up to give him room, relief obvious to hear he had a medical background. She'd been curious if any knight would step up to say their magic leaned on the healing side, but hey. Actual doctors worked just as fine. "Just so long as you know what you're doing with a human, you could work as a vet for all I cared." She meant it to be a joke, but eyeing the other knight, she paused. "...will be keeping that in mind about the medical supplies, though." If her uniform had storage space, she wouldn't mind doing the same. Of course, he raised a good point, wondering what force even brought them all here. Including someone who... yeah. Should probably be trying to sleep it off.

Seeing as others were beginning to move towards Andronicus to assist the knight, Themiscyra backed up further, lifting a hand to wave to the other girl. "I'll give ya space. If you're up for sharing the tale later, I'd love to hear what went down in that warehouse." Moving quickly, she zipped back up the stands to her previous place beside Ashur, in time to hear Babylon and Kariatos talking about the features of the red planet.

"Volcano's Olympus Mons. I can see it on the horizon from my city once I'm over the wall," she pointed out to Kairatos, raising a brow to him. "It's dormant, so don't expect a fireworks show any time soon." Taking the chance, she tried to get another punch to his side, delayed retaliation for his "your guard was down" comment. She glanced around. Beyond more knights showing up, nothing had really changed since she'd bounded down to check on Andronicus. Well that was sort of... boring. "When the hell is this going to get going? I could probably go hang at my city for a while at this rate..."

Assuming she could get there and back in decent time. Anyone have a dune buggy?

Camelot was certainly not expecting someone to grab a hold of him in so... close... a way, and he had no defenses prepared. He was wrapped up in looking around at all the knights he was speaking to, and those he could see at short distances, and yet he somehow managed to miss the one sneaking up on him. Well, at least until she was holding on to him.

It was funny how fast old habits returned. Camelot liked to think he had come a long way, not just in power and rank, but as a person. Before he had powered up, he settled into a routine of awkward bashfulness, and he spent his day to day embarrassed and stumbling through conversations. Since becoming a knight, his social skills had improved considerably, and he could handle himself in a composed manner. Some even called him things like wise and steady.

Whatever he had learned over the years, though, was immediately forgotten as a young woman clung to him. Oh God, his wife was watching. Would she think he knew this knight and this was a thing? Why was he panicking, of course Shalott would know better than that. How long had he been silent? What sort of face was he making right now? Oh god.

Checking in with himself after his moment of blind panic, Camelot noted that he was making a face that fit his embarrassment and sudden surge of awkwardness. He stared at Dendera for a moment with his mouth hanging open, then cleared his throat and did his best to compose himself as a Templar should be composed.

"I... I... uhm... this is... uh."

Excellent. Though he was happy with that effort, he decided to try and use real words.

"I'm fine, thank you. The armor is... more breathable than it seems..." he murmured, then offered her a feeble smile. He was lying, of course, as it was damnably hot and his heavy armor was not helping. "I'm afraid I don't know for sure why we're gathered here, beyond a strong feeling I have that we're meant to be here."

He looked at the others for help.

"Your guess is as good as mine" Falias admitted to Aventine at her question. "One minute I was at home watering plants and the next I found myself here and powered up, but from listening to some of the others speak I know that 'here' seems to be Mars, although none of those who I've heard speaking appear to know why we've suddenly been pulled to Mars."

He thought it over a little before adding "Maybe one of the Knights who have been around a bit might know, like Valhalla" after all the Jupiter Knight had seemed to know a fair deal of things when he'd chatted to the other when they had crossed paths. "Or Camelot - that is assuming that either or both of them have been pulled here too."

Another thought crossed his mind "Alternatively given that this appears to be Mars then if there are any Mars Knights here, maybe they may have some idea of why we've all been suddenly pulled to their planet like this." That last thought was very much a long shot, but to his mind no less valid for being so.