“Long enough,” said James Earl motherfucking Jones beside him. Handy did a double take at the towering armoured figure and finally noticed why exactly the helmet seemed so familiar to him, despite the otherwise mediaeval aesthetic of the armour. He looked about and, sure enough, apart from the Final Fantasy person from before, there actually were quite a few people standing about dressed as some very recognisable characters from numerous games, movies, cartoons and, he was just going to assume, anime. He’d never really watched any of that, so he couldn’t be sure they weren’t just guys with absurdly terrible fashion sense and questionable choices in barbers they favoured.