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Scholomance spared his fellow squire a side-eye when Mont Blonc insisted that Hvergelmir cease worrying over him. "You should worry about him," he contradicted with a sage nod. "You should hear some of the s**t he's been up to." He considered, briefly, betraying Mont Blonc's trust and outright telling her, for perhaps by convincing more people to chide him, Mont Blonc may finally learn that being more selfish renders him less selfish.

But before he could spoil that cozy little secret, Mont Blonc swept him up (with broken fingers and all). He enjoyed the touches for what they were, as Scholomance could not turn down physical contact in any capacity, but the position he was whisked into felt rather compromising. Arms found the squire's neck for purchase and Scholomance held fast to keep extra weight off his hip. Mont Blonc was considerate about it, of course, and kept his palm flatted to Scholomance's (lack of) butt rather than his injured hip. Still, his legs protruded at an odd angle, and Hvergelmir was right there, and this was not at all what he intended with his very obvious plot to sit in the beautiful Cosmos knight's lap. No, in fact, that plan backfired the moment that Mont Blonc upended any and all hints of his charm.

"So this is what it's like to get married," he mentioned offhandedly, then immediately regretted it. Even a year past, failure's venomous sting persisted. He expected to endure it for another year at least. Another year of glowering at pawned wedding bands, at bridal stores, at copious advertisements bleating obnoxiously about the efficacies of marriage.

And, naturally, incidences like these.

Scholomance's a** then touched stone in a most careful manner, and he kept his leg outstretched to avoid placing undue strain on the wounds. Hvergelmir's cloak was a definite surprise in how it appeared, unveiled in smoldering stardust, and cast about them like a solar wind. He caught the fabric with his fingers, edged off a glove, and touched the weave to determine its texture. It felt, he thought, unlike any fabric he'd ever pawned. Smoother than velvet, softer than silk, and gentler than gauze.

Hver's touch to his hair drew his attention in a delightful manner, and she (perhaps unwittingly) dispelled some of the melancholy from his inadvertent remark, but it was not yet entirely lifted. He offered her a mock proud smile to acknowledge the complement. "You're right, wit and charm are accounted for - it just looks like I spent the better part of my afternoon choking the chicken." Scholomance then squeezed his bicep, tricep, brachioradialis and other muscles to test their weakness.

Ah, there's that Code word again. Ha, code word. Perhaps it called us here to give news that the universe now has 1.5% less chaos in it. Mistral being the one who upgraded the rings is a welcome addition, I suppose, but I wonder if she's related to any of this. "What do you think we're here for, Hvergelmir? What do you suppose are the 'things waiting for us'?"

It seemed that she had not hid well enough. Probably something to do with the elaborate uniform, it hardly melded well into the walls of the old colloseium.

However Conchordia couldn't begrudge the fellow Chronos knight, sweet Pharos, as she let herself be led towards the group of actually familiar people. Sure she was much more comfortable at the edge of the room, she could breath a little slower knowing her back was to the wall and that she only needed to keep watch on a few different directions. But a collection of Pharos, Celsus, Triumphalis, and Bifrost (the last who she hadn't seen since Troy's party) was good too.

"Hello, good to see you all." She greeted in her traditionally tiny voice, barely audible over the mummer of other people talking and the acoustics of the meeting hall. It wasn't a lie. I was nice to have all of them there. Conchordia just wished well... maybe if there were less of everyone else?

Clearing her throat softly, the page shifted, eyes once more returning to the job at hand of trying to figure out what was going on. The best guess was that it had something to do with the woman standing next to the Code. But it looked like she was waiting for something...

She had been reading quietly in her apartment when an insistent call interrupted. Come to Olympus. Things are waiting for you at Olympus. She tried to ignore it, her book was just getting to the good part, but when she felt an internal tugging and her stomach dropping out the bookish brunette knew that she had no choice.

The next thing Pompeii knew she was sitting on the red dirt of Mars, in the coliseum of Olympus. Quite peeved she stood and dusted off her backside. She huffed and did her best to squash her annoyance at leaving her book behind, just once she wished these impromptu meetings wouldn't be so inconvenient. To the purple knight's surprise she quickly spotted a few people she knew and even more she had seen before.

Shang was standing with another redhead that Pompeii had never met before, She even spotted Mont Blonc but the saturn knight seemed to be in a rather heated discussion so she made her way over towards Shang and his companion. She waved briefly in Mont Blonc's direction before greeting the tall pluto knight, "Shang... Whats going on? I was in the middle of a good book damn it."





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Quinn was in the shower, singing along to the radio as he rinsed out his hair. He had a date that night with his girl and couldn't be happier. "Red Solo Cup...." He hummed along with the rest of the chorus and shut off the shower. His timing was perfect because he heard a 'calling' just as he stepped out of glass stall, Come to Olympus,. "Olympus?" He muttered to himself as he grabbed a towel, why did that name sound familiar...

Things are waiting for you at Olympus.

Before he could do more then wrap the towel around his waist he felt like the floor dropped out from under him. He let out a yelp of surprise and quickly clutched at his towel only to find that it had transformed into his uniform. "The fuc...." Havasu's curse faded out as he realized that instead of a bath mat beneath his bare feet he was in his cowboy boots standing on red dirt. "Awe hell," he said with a whine and swiped his hat off his dripping head.

Havasu muttered to himself as he tried to shake water from his hair, "Couldn't these asses send out something like a damn letter before doing s**t like this." He vaguely remembered this place from a long while ago, he thought he was dreaming at the time but there was no getting around it this time. He would just have to sit through this meeting and then get back to his date.... "MY DATE! Oh god!" He slapped his forehead as it occurred to him that he was going to be late for his date with Delilah. "She is going to kill me."

"Anyone have any paper and a pen I can borrow?" Luckily his girlfriend was a senshi so he could in theory send her a note letting her know he will be late. That is if he could find the paper and pen and she got the note before she left. Havasu wasn't actually sure how the whole ring letter thing worked but trying was better then nothing.

Scholomance shot Mont Blonc an exasperated look when he insisted that he was fine and should leave the cloak's magic for himself. "Say it one more time and I'll cane you like a schoolboy." And I'll like it, too, he thought about adding.

When Hver spoke of her healing times, Scholomance blinked at her. He wondered, then, if her healing required rebreaking of the bone, since she did so before it was properly set by a medical professional. He wondered, secondly, how many broken bones she had sustained. He wondered, thirdly, why anyone continued to attack someone who would literally die for raising arms against them. Perhaps the powered world wasn't falling for the false sense of security, or they attacked for sport, or they made an example of her, or any number of solutions. But, asking after injury history produced discomfort, and this colosseum wasn't the place for it, so he squirreled the questions away for later use.

The shawl looked rather large, luckily, so Scholomance expected that his intentions would not take away from Mont Blonc's increased heal time. "You should stay," he confirmed without hesitance. "Blanca's lap looks wanting." A quick disapproving glance and a haughty sniff made point of his disinterest in it.

"If Mistral actively works on technology for knights, then she might be someone to talk to about Scholomance. What has she done with the rings in the past? And did she mention what she planned to do with them now?" He already quite liked his for its ability to send written word. Spamming others with letters they could not refuse felt both mean and incredibly liberating. He quite liked it - literary bullying, almost. Take this message or it'll eat its way into your brain. "It would be interesting to see how projected end result matches with actual end result in the case of magic. I imagine it's not like working with regular technology."

If he considered it, it was not at all different than being summoned by the Negaverse for a meeting, but since he didn't expect knights to have that same power, or even a base, he was rather alarmed when he heard a call to go to Olympus. Standing on a roof, he looked up and then tapped the side of his head with the palm of his hand as if to shake the voices out. He already lost his memories and had various phobias due to trauma. Last he needed to report was voices.

When it called again, he decided that, since he was alone, to entertain his insanity and looked up. "Ok. So where the hell is that?"

To answer this in the worst way possible, Gévaudan was thrown to a completely new planet. It was not the dark halls of a place he once knew with gleaming, glass-like stones and torches, but a red, barren planet overlooking a filling colosseum.

Blinking, he looked around, very alarmed, and took in exactly what he was seeing. He was on a red planet when he had been back home, there were people gathered in a colosseum overlooking a dog and what looked like a long roll of toilet paper.

He had to re-evaluate if the voice in his head was the worst thing about his mind at the moment. This seemed more serious.

Also, exactly where was the exit so he could walk right in the NOPE direction of all of this?

The arrival of even more people was enough to keep Nis happily occupied in people watching for a good long time. Still, seeing nearly everyone greeting each other or being, well, social caused a bit of a pang in the Cosmos page’s heart. It wouldn’t hurt to try and make friends. Though, how one was supposed to do that when dressed like a crowd of extras from a movie studio was a little beyond her. How did those introductions go, after all? Hi, I’,m Nis and I apparently am the Guardian of a magic floating space island!

Sighing a little, she could hear the ‘8D’ emote screaming through her head at that. Though… She’d certainly noticed a small cluster of people dressed in a similar fashion to her. Perhaps it would be best to start with them as far as introductions went. Trying to be as inconspicuous as she could in this crowd, Nis edged towards the closest of the walking rainbow glitterbombs, a pale-haired lady in a flowing dress and shimmery wrap/cloak/thing.

As she moved, she noticed that some people wore things that were at least sort of practical from a fighting standpoint. She and her fellow glitterbombs? Not so much. Though, if she was honest with herself, she probably prefered flowing rainbow pastels to the heavy looking furs she saw on some. There was no way that was comfortable during the summertime! Why couldn’t they have jeans for a fancy, magical outfit? Sighing a little as she caught herself grumbling over what was ultimately nonsense, the tall page got to within a few feet of her target. And found that she was right back to square one. How in the hell did one introduce oneself in this crowd?

After a few moments, she decided that she would just casually lurk and hope to have a moment to talk to the woman later. She looked kind of busy anyway as she seemed to be talking to a pair in somber colors.

So, I guess I’ll just sit here, then, she thought and moved for the closest seat that would let her keep an eye on the woman while making sure she was out of the way.

[ Bifrost ]

Bifrost squeezed Pharos as she past, waving to Triumpalis as he joined. She also made a mental note that Celsus just generally kissed most girls of the court on the head; it wasn't anything particularly special to her. Good to know, in all honesty. The squire giggled at Celsus and squeezed his arm.

Then Pharos brought Conchordia over and she squeeled with delight. "Conchordia!" she shot about Celsus to give the girl a tight hug. She hadn't seen her since Troy's party and oh how nice was it to see her! Bifrost nuzzled her cheek and gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's great to see you. I've missed you! Sorry I didn't do well with the whole communicating thing though! I'll do better!" she promised with a smile. She glanced down at Mistral for a moment before back to her fellow knights. It was so wonderful seeing so many of them!






[ Andronicus ]

Andro looked up and smiled at Ashur, patting the bench next to her. "Heya there Obi-Wan. How're you feeling?" While she didn't keep direct tabs of how his recovery was progressing, she'd heard some from Themiscyra months ago, and wondered where he was now. He seemed to, if nothing else, know something of what was going on. That was good.

"Wonder what Mistral found this time," she said to him, glancing over at the Mercury squire. The Code lingered behind her, and she eyed that with a more suspicious gaze. Andronicus was curious as to what spin the Code would put on this; she didn't exactly trust the incorporeal floating piece of parchment not to have its own motives.

She turned back to Ashur. "Is Themi joining us? Can't imagine she'd want to leave you out of her sight." There were other reasons she was curious, of course. Had she gotten her letter? Had she read it? Had she set fire to it and thrown it away? None of that was really here nor there, 'course, but it still lingered in the back of her mind.

Mont Blonc's cheeks burned even more intensely as the whole 'secret' business carried on, tucking his fingers a little more firmly into the fabric of Hvergelmir's beautiful cloth as he looked down. "I - I - " Much better correspondent? He just didn't want her to worry needlessly over something that was already over, but... he didn't really think he was keeping secrets per say. Thank goodness Scholomance, maybe unintentionally, offered him some sort of reprieve with his caning remark, a low snort of a laugh slipping past his lips before he could press his hand there. "Scholomance, please - " He had exactly zero idea how that might have come across.

He lent voice to one of the questions that his fellow knight had without realizing it, his lips pursed his concern. "Does this, " he toyed with the fabric again. "Set the bones a bit then? - I hope you haven't been hurt often, though?"

And he was still Blanca it seemed, earning another snort from him, although another rush of color with it at the whole lap bit because just - he was forever himself, after all. "Schol."

As for what Mistral had done with rings in the past - "Oh, Hver! You could show him by calling me if you'd like?" His sudden eagerness showed that he hadn't had nearly enough chance to play with his new upgrade since he'd gotten it after so long, yellow eyes vibrant with boyish eagerness.

It was about then that a stronger aura arrived, and Mont Blonc's eyes widened, as he'd only really felt it once before and... again, it hadn't been an especially good time. "Is that Camelot, then?" he asked quietly, glancing around for him. He knew he wasn't exactly fair for his uncomfortable feelings from the rescue attempt to project onto him, and he felt guilty for it, but they still sort of did. A wave happened to catch his eye and when he realized it was Pompeii, he eagerly waved back, flashing her a bright, warm smile.

Another knight of cosmos happened to catch his eye as well, sitting close by, but not quite with them, glancing at Hvergelmir here and there. The squire of Saturn pursed his lips again, his head tilting to a side, and he fidgeted and blushed for a moment before finally, hesitantly, opening his mouth. "U-uhm, excuse me - you can uh - if you want, you can sit with us, if you'd like...?"

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