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Zinkenite stood frozen for a moment, the sensation of being tugged away from where he had been moments before, slower though it was than teleportation, was not entirely unfamiliar. Lyra had accidently taken him to her own world once, This, though…seemed a great deal more deliberate. At least as much so as grabbing his hand, that hadn’t worried him in the least till she’d clasped it to her chest like a scene from a romance novel.

He seemed stiff in his movements for a moment, slowly lowering his hand from where she had scooted away from him and flexing his fingers. “It’s…lovely.” He admitted after a tense moment. He reached a careful hand, tracing light fingers over the verdant branches. “Apple tree?” He asked with a lofting of his eyebrow. He of all people wouldn’t be forgetting the weapon she had wielded as a page. “I had read myths that said there were orchards in Avalon.” His voice soft in that moment, the quiet awe of realizing a handful of truth in an old, and well loved mythology.

“Between you and Camelot…” he started to say something and then shook his head. “I would appreciate seeing; I doubt your …dead Ancestor will be pleased to see me though. I’m not Order.” He said and rubbed his hand on his coat before clearly making himself stop.

“It’s not… bosoms that make me uncomfortable by the way. Think of it this way…is there anything more –personal-, than taking someone’s life in your hand, regardless of your ultimate intent? I try to know something about everyone I have ever done that too…regardless of what I thought in regards to what I learned.”

“it seems to me, that at the time being I am your guest, you choose and I will follow.” He nodded slightly. He did laugh slightly at the description of having a hand in your chest. “Would it make you feel more at ease that I became familiar with that rather unpleasant sensation at least twice before I was even recruited to the Negaverse?”

He pulled down his mask to reveal better, the quirk of a smile on his face. He looked young still in the shape of his face, like when he’d first met you, but his eyes…those were older. Tired in that young face, like so many people in this war.

“Is that lesson about horticulture from your predecessor?” He asked inclining his head. “Sadly, unless you do join us I fear there is no way I could show you the ‘traditional habitat’ of Zinkenite’s” He was teasing slightly.

He glanced between the two offered destinations. “Bones… Are they the bones of whom I think?” he asked suddenly. There was an uneasy twist in his stomach, somewhere between delight and anxiety. Was King Arthur once a Knight? Wouldn’t that be strange to think of? Worse…what if he was a senshi…they never had seen a Senshi of Earth.

Why not be direct while he had the chance?

“Was he a Knight too? Or simply a man of…mythical quality?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to teach it to me one day.” He said suggesting that he was still open to turning her. It was a promising reaction if nothing else, and he wasn’t trying to force her to sing. “If you’re willing, I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

He was glancing at the surroundings, the feeling of age, destruction, a sort of sadness in the guts of the place being so exposed. Bones, so many bones, a mausoleum, he resisted the urge to bend and touch them, to kneel and pay his respects in his moment of wondering if the Once and Future King was there among them when she spoke again.

“…No…” he admitted after a moment, watching her face curiously and then holding quite still to listen intently. There was nothing, the sound of wind through the skeletal remains of the building, leaves outside, the songs of birds, but nothing to alarm him unless you counted the shocking lack of other powered auras.


It was jarring really, to be in uniform and feel no one but her.
“No, I didn’t hear anything.” He spoke quietly lest he keep her from hearing whatever had alerted her.

He arched an eyebrow at her, the quiet whisper to…

Well she had said he might meet her ancestor, he’d just have to assume he couldn’t see it, or, well…that perhaps being Order made you more than a little mad. How better to control your people than to give them shades like some Dickens tale?

Still, to see that crown over the pale ribbons of old bones, not so very tall, but then they hadn’t been in that day and age had they?

He glanced at Avalon, listening to her quote and nodded slightly before dredging up one of his own.
Perhaps It was appropriate that it came from ‘Le Morte d’Arthur, but what else could he say that might …fit where he stood and what he gazed upon, bared only by the arm of a Squire.

“This is the oath of a Knight of King Arther's Round Table and should be for all of us to take to heart. I will develop my life for the greater good. I will place character above riches, and concern for others above personal wealth, I will never boast, but cherish humility instead, I will speak the truth at all times, and forever keep my word, I will defend those who cannot defend themselves, I will honor and respect women, and refute sexism in all its guises, I will uphold justice by being fair to all, I will be faithful in love and loyal in friendship, I will abhor scandals and gossip-neither partake nor delight in them, I will be generous to the poor and to those who need help, I will forgive when asked, that my own mistakes will be forgiven, I will live my life with courtesy and honor from this day forward.”

He tilted his head to one side as he continued to gaze into the room.

“I wonder, if anyone could truly uphold that ideal now. “I’m honored that you showed me. I’ve always loved the stories of him, a good king, and a kind king chasing an ideal even if he wasn’t sure he could ever attain it.

He sounded wistful.

“You have me standing in one of the most famous, ruins in history… plus it’s my first time in a Knights wonder, I’d love to see more if you’re alright with that.” He gave a small shrug of admission.

“I’m your guest though…you decide ultimately… I think I’d be, a little tired from the trip back on my own.”

He hissed air between his teeth, He was close enough that he didn’t need to risk anything like finding out if it would drop him into the lake if he teleported here. He jumped instead, hitting her at speed to carry her out of the way of the falling rubble.

It was far from his most graceful landing, but they hadn’t been crushed either.

He let her go perhaps a little hastily, half so that he wouldn’t find her kicking his shins and half because, well… she might be interested in conversion but she was not yet one of them. He cleared his throat and dusted at his sleeve.

“Perhaps…some maintenance.” He said trying to make light of it.