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"Ahem"

Shalott narrowed her eyes just a little when the Venus knight started speaking sugary sweetness to her husband. After extricating the unwelcome page's arms from around his waist, she gently placed herself between Dendera and Camelot. He was already fumbling for words and Shalott was not the most understanding of women. No one made him bumbly but her.

"Is there a reason you're fawning all over my husband?"

There was just a hint of challenge in her tone. This was not amusing?





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He didn't pull away, that was a good first step. Sherwood kept her arms around him and stayed close. His words made her smile and she finally laughed, a little bit of the tension eased by his joke.

"We can hope."

They were both in the same boat, experiencing this war in a new way.

"I don't like it here. It's too warm."

Kyuseisha no Hikari

He’d already been expecting it. If there was an opportunity to be loud and possibly cause a scene, Babylon was most likely to be there and wanting full attention. And so when he heard the Mercury Knight’s teasing comment about what he’d said to Themiscrya, Valhalla tried very hard not to draw in a deep exasperated breath or roll his eyes. He didn’t quite accomplish it, but at least managed to turn to completely face Themiscrya for just a moment, so his reaction was at least somewhat shielded from the other young man’s view.

For the moment he chose to ignore Babylon, but he was sure the Mercury Knight would find another way to get under his skin.

Another Mercury knight by Babylon spoke up — it was quiet but his comment made Valhalla grin in his direction. “I’d probably say the same about my own planet… it’s just a bunch of rain, really,” he joked, feeling that he would like this young page if he was willing to counter some of Babylon’s potentially insensitive jokes.

“It probably doesn’t seem like it now, but you’re lucky you’re a knight. Or at least in my experience, anyone with these kinds of powers tend to heal faster,” he shared, frowning sympathetically towards Andronicus. “I was there for a short amount of time… I… still don’t really know what the purpose was,” he said with a sigh, wondering if he would be better off just not knowing. It was already distressing to know these incidents happened at all.

Valhalla then turned to peer curiously at the other Mars Knight that appeared, one who obviously knew Themiscrya and could vouch for not recognizing where they were. “Ever since I found my ring, I’ve been keeping paper and a pen with me,” he shared, indicating to one of the pouches on his side, but was soon to let out an awkward laugh and shook his head. “Not for stuff like this, but it’s more convenient when you want to send a note to someone I guess… Valhalla of Jupiter,” he greeted the Mars Knight, Mercury page, and injured Page.

There was another voice that caught his attention, and he lifted a hand to wave hello to a familiar Saturn Knight. “Niflhel, good to see you,” he smiled, before shrugging lightly in regards to their weapons not working. “Maybe… maybe not. Always worth a shot? If anyone has healing magic, I mean… I wish I did.” But soon Niflhel moved on, which was fine because there were plenty of people to greet.

“For being such a jokester, you really take things way too seriously,” Valhalla finally spoke up in Babylon’s direction as the knight went on and on about the geography of Mars. But that was about as much as he could manage for the moment, and turned to Ashur with a large smile. “How’ve you been?” he asked, glad to see yet another friendly face.

Alexandria blinked as Babylon rambled off his facts. Ice sheets? What? Ugh... Maybe he should start paying more attention in class. The teen blanched at the idea of a gladiatorial match. "Ugh, don't even joke like that. My weapons a key. I am toast if that's what this is all about." ...Frozen toast anyway. Alex really hoped that wasn't the case either way. He did not want to die at eighteen.

He frowned at the scar, wondering what prompted the scaring to begin with before he realized something. "...Avalon?" The page asked slowly. "Ah, you'll have to forgive me, this is my first real outing in a while since..." Since things had gone to hell, Biela had died and everyone had split ways. "Well, let's just say it's been a few months..." Alexandria muttered, rubbing at his neck awkwardly.

"I like the rain." He commented off handily. "It's relaxing... Well for me at least." Alexandria loved the way it sounded. Of the panes of glass in his windows, off the wooden deck on his house. Off anything in general. Everything was different. ...That and sometimes he couldn't resist the urge to just run around in it. "Alexandria." The dark haired page said, offering Valhalla a hand.

"Hwebablehgle..." The sound Ys made as he shuddered, all his bells ringing, was not so much a word as a vocalization of his disgust in the idea of Luxor as his boyfriend...

"Jesus, Megiddo, don't call him that. You give me the willies when you do that..." He groaned. The tall man eyed the Pluto knight as she mentioned his abs, running a hand absently down his own. Yeah, so... maybe Luxor was more bulky than he was... but in his profession, bulk only got in the way.

Sighing, the Saturn knight turned his thoughts to the place around them, unfazed by the grumpy look Luxor had given him. He seemed entirely unaware of how close he was to getting punched, but then again... he liked to think Luxor enjoyed being grumpy, so he had made it something of his mission to give him something to be grumpy about. Such was their relationship.

"I have no idea what's going on. I was hoping you did, since you've been doing this longer than I have. Where the hell are we, anyway? It looks like Rome in the middle of the desert or something." He said, more focused on studying the knights around them as he stretched his arms up over his head and arched his back.

"We're on another planet," Luxor offered tersely. "Not Pluto."

At least he could say that with certainty. Couldn't he? He had been to two Wonders there, and neither were like this. His was sandy and hot, true, but not red and not... well. A coliseum. The red dirt made him think of Mars, but he supposed he had no way to confirm that. Wonders were weird anyway, and nothing was what it seemed to be. And he had never been to Mars, anyway, so what did he know? He was not about to jump to any conclusions.

He was not the sort that jumped anywhere.

"I can't make myself go home."

And he'd been trying. All the tricks he had been taught. Finding peace, or trying to, calling back to his home on Earth, trying to undo the travel that had brought him out here by sheer force of will. But he supposed since he did not call himself out to this place, he wouldn't be able to send himself home It would be too easy that way.

Nothing, he had learned, was easy in this new world he'd been thrown into.

He looked at Megiddo expectantly. Because clearly she would know more about this whole thing than Ys, who was very good at proving that he knew almost nothing about anything. Or he just kept it to himself just to be frustrating. Either way, Luxor was hoping this new face would be a little more helpful than his friend had proven so far.

When Luxor mentioned not being able to teleport home, Ys frowned and tried it himself. Just like his partner, nothing he tried worked... Thrusting out his long-fingered hand, he stared at the palm with a scowl, looking more and more panicked as time went on.

"I can't summon my weapon!" He barked, his voice rising as he cast a glance from Luxor to Megiddo. "What happens if we get attacked, huh? We can't leave, we can summon weapons... and who knows what even brought us here in the first place. Is it going to happen again any time soon, in reverse?"

The young man fidgeted, jingling, in place as his hand flexed in and out of a fist, as though actually missing the feel of his mask's stick in his palm. Go figure, when it wouldn't come was when he'd actually want it. Scenerios ran through his head, from being stranded here and dying of thirst to being attacked by the sand worms Meg had mentioned earlier. This day just could not get any better.

"Is there a reason we're all just sitting around here, rather than finding a way home?"

"Pearls." Dendera noted, sagely, flashing a sphinx like smile to Camelot. Freshwater pearls, with their irregular shapes and textures, were charming and offbeat, and she thought they might help remind this charming, but very possessive young woman to let go of a little symmetry. And look pretty besides.

Such a nice woman, but her insecurity was almost palpable. She was so desperately afraid of loosing her man that seeing him touched by another person rocked her to her foundations and had brought her sweeping over. She hadn't missed the anger or challenge at all, but it wasn't in her nature to be rocked by such a gust.

Were the fears founded or unfounded? She hoped they were able to work it out, in either case. Love was wonderful, but without trust, it couldn't thrive. There was damaged trust there, and it made her a little sad.

"How sweet. Your hair stylist must be a bit green themselves, with envy." She chirped, releasing Shalott from the waltz. "Love blooms like a flower through the cracks in pavement." She sighed, doing a little spin in place before glancing around at the others. "Though it would be nice if a few answers would pop up with it. No one knows why we're here?"