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Weekends! They were the favorite favorite time of week for every college student across the nation (probably), and Glitnir was no exception. In his case, however, he favored it because it meant he could patrol without having to worry about getting up early for class (though sleeping through breakfast kind of sucked). Sure, maybe he should take a Friday night off for a drink or two with his buddies sometime, but his priorities were a bit different right now. He needed to get some experience and mastery over his role as a Knight, and that meant going out and looking for people who could share their experiences with him. However, instead of other Knights or any senshi, all he had encountered so far were some scattered youma and those two weird lieutenants. He was feeling sure that an encounter with a Negaverse lieutenant who wasn't so bizarre was coming up, so he wanted to prepare.

Thankfully, that encounter had not come tonight yet. Instead, Glitnir felt a strong Order aura off in the distance. Working under the assumption that anyone who was stronger than him presumably had more experience than him, he decided to seek out the source of the aura. "Hey, who's there?" he called out, hoping that whoever was there could actually hear him.

It took Glitnir a moment to realize that the voice was coming from above him. Looking up, he saw a man in some rather curious attire. Then again, Glitnir was in some curious attire himself, so who was he to judge? He wanted to take the Squire's advice and pipe down a bit, but there was something puzzling going on, and he was going to need to speak up to make sure he was heard. "How'd you get up there?" He could quiet down once he figured out how the Squire got on the rooftop, or once he came down to Glitnir's level.

He jumped? That's it? Okay, then. Glitnir decided to take a chance on the Squire's instructions, mindful of the possibility that he was being messed with and about to be tricked into splatting himself into the side of a building. He took a few steps back, and after a running start, jumped. He was absolutely not expecting to suddenly be able to practically shoot up into the air. "Whoawhoawhoa!" His jump arced perfectly onto the rooftop, but his landing was less than graceful, to say the least. He stumbled forward from the momentum and fell flat on his face.

"Ow..." Grumbling under his breath, he rubbed his face and looked up at the Squire. "Uh, well, at least I made it?" He pulled himself to standing and fiddled with his hair a bit, as though he had somehow gotten dust in it from his landing. Chuckling sheepishly, he introduced himself. "Anyway, now that we're on the same level... I'm Glitnir, Page of Mars. And you are? Another Knight, right?" He hoped he was right. It would be so, so embarrassing if he was wrong about finding another Knight.

If he was being laughed at in secret, Glitnir didn't really care. If he were watching his landing, he would probably laugh, too. "Yeah, I sure hope so. I bet the next botched landing might screw up more than just my face." He extended his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Sarras. As for what I'm doing out here, just patrolling. Nothing's really come up tonight. I was wondering if everyone just stayed in for a drink with their buddies or something, but that doesn't explain where the youma went." Unless the youma had bars and weekend parties of their own, but from what he had seen of youma so far, that was highly unlikely. "It's kind of feast and famine, isn't it?"

Now that he was a bit steadier, Glitnir was getting the feeling that this guy was kind of sharp in a cranky way. He didn't seem terribly interested in what he was saying, though like he said... "Bigger fish to fry, huh? Looking for someone or something?" He figured that he probably wouldn't be able to help Sarras in his search, but it wouldn't hurt to at least volunteer to help. Two heads investigating were better than one, after all.

"Buddingtonite... I'll keep that name in mind. I'm afraid I haven't had any run-ins with Negaverse generals, though. Only weird lieutenants who either don't seem to want to do their job or aren't a threat." Glitnir wasn't entirely sure what to think of the 'killin' the ever livin' s**t out of him' part, but since this man seemed to be responsible for the death of someone close to Sarras, a little desire for revenge didn't seem totally unwarranted. Something else caught his attention, however. "A White Moon senshi helped a Negaverse general kill someone? What's up with that? That's either an amazingly shitty senshi or a corruption in the making." It might have sounded a little judgmental, but really, what was a senshi (White Moon, at that) doing helping a Negaverse general? "Right, well, shitty senshi aside, I'll keep an eye out and an ear out. Maybe even see what I can fish out of the less committed lieutenants."

Why did "shitty senshi" have such a good ring to it? Damnation.

"I got a tutorial of sorts from the first Knight I met. It's been helpful for figuring stuff out, but of course nothing beats actual experience." Glitnir listened and nodded as Sarras explained the situation with the senshi. "So she prioritized taking out the general- er, the captain over protecting the civilian... Victoria, I think you said? I guess I can see why she'd do that, unless doing so would have flagrantly endangered Victoria. If the civilian was dangling over the edge or something, she should have tried to protect her first. That is kind of a tough call to make, though, especially if going to save the civilian means getting attacked by the captain and possibly losing the civilian anyway." He knew nothing more about the situation than what he was being told, but there were multiple ways to look at it even from what he had been told.

Glitnir pursed his lips when Sarras mentioned the Code, trying to remember what part of Babylon's tutorial had mentioned it. "The Code... it's like that force that guides us Knights, or something? I should look into that." There was a lot to look into.

When Sarras mentioned his hopes for Leda being crushed by her guilt, Glitnir frowned a bit at the thought. While it would be a fitting and likely outcome, that sort of pain could drive a person to do terrible things to themselves. That senshi's future road would be a hard one, for sure. "The Code favors sacrifice? It sounds like you're talking from experience." A feeling of trepidation crept over him; he wasn't sure if he wanted to pry or not, and Sarras's apparent distrust of Mercury Pages clashed with Glitnir's trust of Babylon. "I... I guess I won't pry much further than that. It sounds like you've been through a lot. I think I'd have to see for myself what the Code can do before I can make a decision on it." He cast a cursory look over his shoulder, as though the Code could just sneak up behind him and go "Boo!" "I think it's about time I started heading back... thanks for letting me chat you up. I'll keep an eye out for your General and your senshi."