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Encke was rather excited to be able to take someone to his comet. Someone was interested! And considering he had never taken anyone to his comet before, this was a new experience.

Huh, Scholomance was the first, wasn't he?

He glanced over to Scholomance.

Hopefully he liked the place.

Considering how fast his comet moved, Encke always had to reflect on how odd it was that he could actually see the sky moving, a bit, if he focused on it. He glanced up at it thoughtfully, before turning to Scholomance with a sheepish smile. "You get used to that. Background eventually. Try not to focus too hard on it if it's making you dizzy. We're heading away from the sun, if you're curious. Last perihelion was in March."

There were some remnants of haze in the sky, but considering how fast Encke moved, most of it had been shaken off already. It gave a relatively clear view into the night sky, unobstructed by much of anything, really.

Where they had landed seemed to be a hub of the comet. They were on a stone path, surrounded by buildings with tall spires that reached towards the sky, with large rings towards the top. This particular path led inwards towards a simple fountain that wasn't currently running, though it seemed like Encke had managed to convince some plants to start growing around it.

The stone they were standing on looked like it had been repaired fairly recently, with lines of cement running through portions of it. Other parts had just been shoved back together to make the path at least look more complete. It was grey in tone, but throughout the stone there were streaks of colour in seemingly haphazard patterns.

The ground seemed relatively desolate, mostly rocky, but the buildings told a different story. They were mostly in bright metallics, standing out stark against the hazier sky.

"Anyway, this is Encke's Comet. My former home, I suppose." He grinned. "I've tried to make things look a little nicer."

Encke couldn't help himself, really. His comet was something he could fully take control of and make better.

It was hard for him not to want to do that.

Encke wasn't blind -- he did catch the initial apprehension in Scholomance's eyes, especially when he happened to look up at the sky that Encke shouldn't have pointed out so obviously. He figured pointing it out was better than accidentally causing vertigo or something. There was a moment he worried the knight would ask to return to Earth, but the eventual response that he did a decent job of all the repairs caused his form to relax just a bit. Good.

"Thanks. All the desolation kinda bothered me when I first came up here. I know it's been a thousand years, at least," or something like that--Encke had never been totally clear on how these reincarnation dates worked, only that he clearly had been reincarnated, most Earth religions be damned, "but I can still picture that at some point this place had to have been alive, and I'd like to see it that way again. And if I can help it along, even better."

He paused, an added grimly, "Even if it's my next reincarnation who actually gets to see all the fruits of this work."

In some of his wildest dreams, Encke imagined moving to his comet on a full-time basis and redeveloping a thriving society, but that was likely far out of the question.

He followed Scholomance down to the fountain, but he seemed primarily preoccupied with the plants surrounding it. He bent down to observe them as Scholomance observed the fountain. His eyes shined in fascination as he realized one of the plants seemed to be glowing, a bit, the light reflecting on his fingers as he put his hand near it.

Scholomance's voice distracted him again, and his mind jumped away from the plants to focus on the knight. How much did he know about his comet and its people? It was a question Encke wished he could give a slightly better answer to. He knew a lot more than he had when he had started, that much was for sure, but he got the sense that he had a lot more knowledge to go before he could truly say he was an expert in his own civilization. "I've gotten a bit."

He looked up at Scholomance, before moving to stand himself back up. "I've gotten the sense that my planet was very interested in communicating with others. Perhaps to in some ways gain influence with them? I've gotten a couple flashes of coming back from interplanetary trips, with assistants worried about negotiations of some sort..." He squinted.

"Is there anything in particular you'd be interested in knowing about? I'm definitely willing to share what I know."

So knights had the same set of unexpected, occasionally awkward to grasp memories that the senshi did. That was good to know.

It at least widened the group of people he could ask about them.

When Scholomance asked for all of it, Encke snorted and murmured a, "I wish." Honestly, he wished he knew all of it. He wished he knew what his people were, who his people were, where he had come from before, and perhaps even why it had all failed so he could prevent it a second time--though he had a bad feeling that perhaps much of this destruction was beyond his control. There had to be a reason why so many of them were stranded on Earth now, even though their origins or at least the seeds inside their souls were from interstellar locations.

"Simple is good," offered Encke, with a laugh, though part of that was because he didn't have as much detail as he would have liked. He moved to sit himself on the edge of the empty fountain, glancing within it like he would find some sort of answer.

"I'm fairly sure this is a fountain, but there's no water here to run it. At least, I haven't found a water source yet." His brows furrowed. There had to be some water around here somewhere--so far as he knew, most life didn't exist without water. Of course, that was just life that the people on Earth had found out about. And then there was Caedus-- "From what I've figured out and remembered, we're within the capital city. The building over there," he gestured vaguely to a particularly large, almost regal building off in the distance, "is the seat of government, or at the very least, a seat of government. I've had a few of those strange memories in there."

He cleared his throat. "I admit I don't know too much about the glowing of some of these plants. That's a newer development. I think there's a lot of bioluminescence on this comet, though. In some of my memories, I've seen people with, uh," he lifted a finger to point at his own eyes, "glowing eyes. Honestly was a little creepy the first time I saw it in my memories, but I've gotten used to it now."

Encke had to assume that at some point, he had glowing eyes too. Did they look the same as they did now, just able to light up a localized area? Or were they some odd colour he would not have even thought of before?

He swung his feet back and forth on the edge of the fountain. "I think this was a gathering area. Probably meant to be relaxing, what with all the, uh, greenery, and the fountain. I wish I could be more specific, but I haven't had a memory at this spot, so I can't be sure."

Encke snorted, apparently finding the description of memories amusing. "A bit, yeah. Along with a sensation of basically losing your mind for a few moments. Like being taken on a roller coaster. That goes upside down. Through the past. In space."

The further that analogy went, the more it fell apart, but that was alright. It still made enough sense to him.

"Kind of like those old movie intros, actually, at the theatres?"

Hopefully that made sense to the knight too.

It was better that Scholomance moved on, though.

Memories! Yes, memories. "I've had enough of my memories in there to gather what that building is supposed to be. I seem to have an office in there, I think. Or, I did." Encke pushed himself back off the fountain, bringing himself to his feet. He was careful to avoid stepping on the small amount of vegetation that was available, if only because there was so little of it. He imagined it was probably regularly walked over when this place was "in its heydey," so to speak. "At least, it was a place I went into where people were specifically intending to talk to me."

That implied he was some way involved with governing, but that didn't tell him what the governing system was, unfortunately. It was like he was trapped in a bad movie full of hardly connected exposition snippets.

"I wish there was a way to induce past life memories. Would make all this," he gestured vaguely at the environment, as he headed down one of the paths in front of him, "a whole lot easier to figure out."

The building that Encke had been gesturing to wasn't necessarily close by, but it wasn't too much of a walk. Encke sometimes wished while he was walking that he could hear what the comet used to sound like: the bustle of people walking around, presumably the noises of weather and animals, perhaps some markets and commerce. As it was, though, the comet was rather quiet. His steps were almost deafening. "Is your, uh," what was it? "yours quiet too, like this?"

Perhaps Scholomance was thinking aloud, but it was a good question. What use would he have had as a governmental figure? "I don't know. Maybe I was an ambassador or something? A representative of the people?"

He honestly didn't have enough information to tell what he was yet. A representative of the people seemed obvious -- that was the theoretical job of a government that wasn't against its people, and he assumed he had not been against his people from what he had seen. But ambassador seemed like a possibility to him, from what he had seen. Or maybe an overseer of ambassadors?

Encke honestly wished he had more information, but he didn't really have any way to bridge the gap between what memories he had and what memories he would like to have other than continuing to walk around and hope something came to mind.

Part of Encke wanted to think that magic could be reasoned in the science they already knew, but the more he saw, the more he started to believe that perhaps there was just science they didn't know, or like Scholomance said, they were truly on different wavelengths. Otherwise, he would have thought their scientists would have stumbled on it by now, but maybe they just couldn't bring themselves to believe something that seemed supernatural could actually exist.

Ancestor? That caught his attention immediately, and his eyebrows raised. Encke let Scholomance finish, but immediately followed up with, "Ancestor?" He definitely hadn't seen any other beings on this comet, living or even non-living he supposed, until now anyway. "Is that some kind of knight thing?" He assumed it was, or maybe he was just bad at finding where his own ancestor was hiding. He would think he would have seen some signs of them by now, but--

"Oceans, eh?" He looked around. "You know, I don't think I've seen a drop of water on this comet since I've gotten here. At least, not in this area. I know a lot of comets do have ice, so I assume there has to be some water around here somewhere."

They were getting closer to the government building now. Up this close, it always seemed a bit more imposing to Encke. It was definitely one of the larger buildings in the area. Despite that, the entrance wasn't particularly imposing. The door was certainly large like most important buildings tended to, but there weren't any steps to the entrance, and the door was also ajar.

"Have you been to a planet with oceans? I mean, besides Earth, of course."

"Huh." Encke sounded a bit stunned at the response, rolling over it in his head. Having an ancestor hanging about just to help out sounded ... incredibly useful. Considering how disconnected he felt from some of his fellow senshi -- he honestly had very few he could truly call "allies" or even "acquaintances" -- having at least someone to guide him would have been welcomed at the start.

He was a senshi though, not a knight.

It certainly would be nice to have something to break up the silence, even if it was a chatty ghost. It was peaceful enough, sure, but it was also eerie, and Encke got the sense that his comet used to be much less ... quiet.

Encke sighed to himself.

When Scholomance suggested he go in first, Encke offered a sheepish smile, "Right," and he scooted through the door, pushing it open a bit further so Scholomance could step through with ease. As he took a few steps forward, Encke noticed that his shoes made a louder noise against the floor now. Probably because they were boots. The sound echoed, though, which only reinforced how empty it all was.

With the exception of a few rugs in front of doors and some statues towards the back near the stairs that curved upwards towards the next floor, there wasn't a whole lot other than air in this room. There were a lot of doors though, some that could been seen upstairs off the balcony, and some that were coming off on the sides of the rounded room.

Quite a few of these doors were already ajar, though some remained closed.

"There's a Senshi of Krakens?" asked Encke, not talking about the room for the moment. He wasn't used to talking in here, being mostly by himself. His voice echoed. "Seems obvious her world would be watery, then. I would think there's kraken on her planet, right?" That sounded really cool. And terrifying. But mostly cool.

Not that there were any obvious signs of "plasma" on Encke's comet other than the fact that it was a comet.

Encke moved towards the statues at the back of the room. "Is there anything you're interested in seeing in here in particular? I haven't been able to get all the doors open, but..."

The more Scholomance said about the planet of Scylla, the more he both wanted to and didn't want to go there. The idea of walking along a giant actual tentacle to get to any location sounded horrifying, and yet the image in his head seemed epic, and honestly, like something he wanted to see with his own eyes. "Damn. I shouldn't be as surprised as I am that kraken actually exist considering we're magical space aliens, but... And they used them to connect things?"

He cleared his throat. "I kinda want to see it, honestly."

He let himself imagine what Scylla must have looked like for a few more moments, mind wandering to the idea of deep oceans with large creatures wandering through them, perhaps occasionally peeking above the waves. The landmasses must have truly been so few and far between if they were using tentacles as land bridges. Did the water look blue, the way the waters of Earth looked?

-- But he was supposed to be finding something. Highly honorable room, highly honorable room, had he managed to uncover something that might have qualified as a honorable room-- yes.

Encke turned around and grinned at Scholomance. "Yeah, I think I've found something that might suit. Follow me?" He gestured to the stairs, shifting his direction a bit and heading upstairs instead of towards the statues he had shown interest in before. He took Scholomance down a short hallway, which eventually led to ajar double doors, leading into a room that opened into a wide, crescent shaped room, with several levels of cushioned bleacher seats that almost resembled a theatre. The ceiling sloped down in a similar manner, with indents at certain points that resembled where light sources may have been placed. At the front, there were several, albeit faded, large tapestries that draped from the ceiling almost all the way to the floor. In front of the tapestries, there were a few chairs that faced towards the audience.

The chairs looked a lot fancier than a lot of the other things that they had seen so far, made of some sort of white stone with cushions on the back and on the seat.

The room didn't seem like it was very well lit at the moment, but Encke had gone around and placed several candles around the room at some point, leaving a dim light that was enough to generally get an idea of how the room must have looked.

"I think leaders received audiences in here," remarked Encke, heading down the stairs. It was definitely a grand room. Arguably, it was the largest room he had found in the building so far. "The chairs are pretty comfortable, actually, considering how long they've been sitting here. I've tried sitting in them before."

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he glanced back and gave an apologetic smile to Scholomance. "Ah, sorry for all the steps... There seems to be a back entrance," he gestured to another door that was off to the side on the bottom floor, "but I haven't figured out how to get that open yet."

Encke laughed quietly at the remark about her being a looker, but he generally seemed interested when he responded, "I'd like that, actually." Thoughtfully, he glanced up at the ceiling, before murmuring, "I don't really have a whole lot of, ah, allies."

Was it easier for Knights? They seemed to have an in-built system. The Senshi didn't, really, or what they had was rather loose and not fully kept together. In a lot of ways, it was sad. He didn't mind the looseness, necessarily, until he did--at times it was noticeable, like when there didn't seem to be any meetings or tactics or any of that the way he assumed the Negaverse ran.

Not that he could say how they worked, exactly.

He scanned over the room as Scholomance remarked on the idea of only the powerful being invited within this room. That was certainly worth noting, especially considering that it wasn't necessarily the easiest path to get into here. It wasn't the first room in the building; it was buried behind a set of stairs and down a hallway. Still, he supposed it may not have been too much different than the halls of governments he was familiar with -- the Congressional Houses, the Parliaments of many countries...

But those were usually for the few too. The elected, usually.

"Nah, that's a good point. Something like this room kind of implies some kind of hierarchy." As he said this, he turned towards the center chair, deciding that he was going to sit himself down for a few moments. Wouldn't hurt. Maybe he'd get one of those flashes Scholomance was talking about. Would be nice.

"Memories are finicky--"

"All rise!"

Encke's eyes scanned across the room. He didn't necessarily see Scholomance anymore. The rows were full. There wasn't an empty seat in sight, and it seemed that some had even crowded in. The doors remained open out to the hallway, though at each one there was someone standing guard. They didn't necessarily seem to be stopping anyone from coming through.

"There's no need for that," he heard himself say. "I was already in here--"

"It's procedure. Don't you know that already?" came the murmur from beside him. Encke glanced over to the woman standing nearby for a moment, but soon felt himself rolling his eyes in the other direction.

"Of course I know that, but it feels a little silly when I'm already in here--"

She swatted at him, and then gestured for the audience to take their seats. After shooting him a smile, she took a seat next to him, placing her hands in her lap. "Well, sir, would you like to get started?"

"Right," Encke gave a sheepish chuckle, before rising to his own feet. "The People, it is a--"

Encke blinked once, then twice, and then shook his head. The audience was empty. There was no woman. He was there with a knight. "Right. Sorry for cutting myself off there. Memories kinda just ... pop up..."