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Hvergelmir was profoundly relieved both for Camelot's offer of protection as well as to hear so many of the knights around her evincing their intentions not to bring any of this to violence. Although she knew she'd probably been entrusted with magical knighthood powers with the expectation that she'd look after herself, she wasn't naturally a brave person, and she felt fundamentally ill-equipped to pit her skills (or lack thereof) against so many of these people. They all looked so much more comfortable with all of this than she felt.

There were knights of many stripes in the area around her. There were ones that looked like Camelot, wearing sturdy armor with ease; there were people that looked like ancient Greeks and Roman gladiators who'd popped right up out of the past; there was a half-naked guy in snow boots who appeared to have more muscles than she was pretty sure were found in Gray's Anatomy. There were people in fancier court dress who looked like they might be fencers from the French Revolution, and some, like Pharos, who at least looked comfortably dressed for travel and hard work. She could picture them all being knights.

Herself, on the other hand -- she'd drawn the short straw in the knighthood department: a dress she could hardly walk in, much less fight. No armor, no Liefeld pouches to carry stuff. It didn't inspire awe, or terror, or confidence. It probably inspired Joan Rivers to shake her head sadly. Most of what she'd learned in her pathetic knight career so far was how to scream, flail, and run away. She was counting on these people around her to be as competent as they all looked.

Well, at least they seemed friendly. That was certainly a relief. And even among what were obviously friends and comrades (and a wife! It must have been a stroke of luck, Hvergelmir thought, to both be knights.), Camelot hadn't abandoned her to her own devices. He let her hide in his shadow, still clinging with one hand to the cloak of the only person she knew.

"I don't know a single other person here," Hvergelmir confided to Pharos, who'd been friendly enough to make conversation. "I hope we're not going to have to do a bunch of icebreakers. But isn't it weird to be invited to a party where the host is kind of.... hiding? Like -- why?"

The accoustics of the arena were being put to the test as the slew of knights conversed and speculated. Some of those that grouped were friends and allies, others met with strangers to try and figure out just what had brought them to Mars on this particular night. The low mummer of all the voices in this place of perfect accoustics was almost deafening. And confusion seemed to be the most common sentiment.

Some of the speculation wasn't completely untrue. Babylon's theory of critical mass might have had some weight to it, whether that be here in this moment or in more of a figurative notion. Sessrumnir, Bifrost, and Kairatos ideas of a lecture or lesson and team building exercise was a little more accurate.

Thankfully for the sanity and safety of the knights involved neither Vesuvius' fan club idea nor Hvergelmir 'knight club's annual single-elimination death match tournament' rang true.

As the vast majority of those summoned had finally made their way into the Coliseum and others began to try and go home or make mention of exploring the place a clue finally made itself known.

It appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Back from the podium just a bit, within the small open area of the Coliseum floor. A huge rolled scroll, the size of a large decorative rug. Upon first glance it may have appeared ancient but closer inspection would question that fact. The paper appeared to be old and weathered, except it wasn't even paper at all, rather a fine mist that seemed to slowly ebb and flow in the guise of a scroll, intangible to all who may try to touch it.

There was one thing for certain however and that was the immense amount of energy it radiated.

Pharos listened to Camelot and Nifhel talk before she was sufficiently distracted by Dendara and all her affections, draping herself on people and speaking poetry. IT highly amused Pharos and she couldn't but to grin at the interaction. The information that Camelot, had a pretty Knight wife was tucked away for a later day. She bet that the lady was probably just as helpful as her husband and so she wanted to talk to her sometime.

She turned as Hvergelmir spoke to her about ice breakers and she shook her head. "I don't know. I doubt that will be necessary. Name will probably sort of pop up from time to time, just have to keep your ears open, and yes it is a bit weird. This sort of thing happened to me twice, only the first time it wasn't only knight and the second time well I wasn't powered up, but I'm sure something will happen soon enough." She nodded before her attention was back on Camelot, who suggested exploring.

She looked back to her new white haired friend because everyone was Pharos' friend and grinned, "I say exploring sound fun," she started until something caught her eye noticing the scroll. "Or we could go look at that," she noted pointing to it.

Hvergelmir already had one hand bunched around a fold in Camelot's cape, celestial lamprey that she was. As a result, her natural reaction to the sight and feeling of the large scroll near the podium was to give his cape another tug for attention as she pointed at the same thing most of them were all noticing simultaneously.

"Um, Camelot...," she said, her other arm outstretched toward the object, "Did someone just magically FedEx us something?"

Camelot looked surprised as the large scroll appeared, wanting immediately to get closer to it. It radiated a power unlike anything he had felt before, but at the same time, it maintained that innocuous feeling, lacking threat. He was not sure of his instincts, he never was, but he felt like this was just another part of the purpose they were pulled here for. Whatever it was, and whatever it meant, Camelot wanted to get a better look at it.

The knight of Earth looked at his little group, eyebrows lifted in curious wonder.

"Yes, it does seem like we've gotten some sort of delivery over there. I think I should like to take a closer look at it, if any of you want to come along. Maybe stay behind me, just in case, but I don't get the feeling that it's a threat." He knew, at least, that Hvergelmir was going to stick to him. Mostly because her hand was grafted to his cape. He preferred it that way, since he was better able to keep track of her. Glancing over at Shalott, Dendera and Pharos, he nodded his head before he started toward the strange and fascinating thing.

He paused as a new knight he had never met before spoke with him, and shook his head.

"I'm afraid I don't know what it is, not yet, but I intend to get a good look at it, and see if there's not more to learn. It has to mean something, and I think it might simply be... waiting for us, to reveal itself fully. The purpose of why we're here, I mean. Ah. So. No." He smiled apologetically at Themiscyra, "if you'd like to come over with us? I'll go first in case it's something dangerous."

And that he would. If it blew up suddenly, his body would be their shield, since he couldn't call his actual one. He did not get the idea that it would, willing to take the risk this one time, but that didn't mean he was going to throw bodies at it. Once he got closer to it, he noticed that it was not paper, and that it was shimmering and ethereal in appearance. He, of course, reached his hand to touch it and his hand passed through it.

"I wonder what this is for?" he said mostly to himself, his brain almost audibly whirring as he looked it over. A list of some sort? Of them? Of their names and wonders? Or something more? The form of it had to mean something, even if it was not really paper, it was recognizable as a scroll. Some sort of pledge? When they traveled to their wonders, they had to recite a pledge. He was lost in his thoughts, for a moment forgetting the rest of the crowd as they were trying to do the same thing he was.

Niflhel had noticed the scroll too having wondered off to walk around the coliseum for a bit. Pausing when he heard Camelot mention maybe they should walk behind him. "Ya'know. I'm not sure a scroll in a place like this is something you should consider dangerous unless you're worried about papercuts..."

He moved to stand beside Camelot when he reached the scroll. "Probably a decree or something. Hopefully slightly useful in answering why we're here - I'm sure that'd be nice with as many of us that are curious as to why."

While Camelot was busy thinking Niflhel shrugged and attempted to see what touching the scroll would do, though his hand slid through the scroll. "Welp, worth a shot right?"

So Babylon's suggestion of meeting on Mercury was met with mixed responses. Perhaps it made sense that they'd been brought here instead, for the weather, but surely there was another planet in the whole damn solar system with a climate approaching, oh, room temperature? "I'd share my cape," he offered to Themiscyra, but that would only take care of one inappropriately-dressed knight.

Besides, things were finally happening! Things that didn't involve endlessly talking about what planet it would have been better to go to. So, like, they should totally go check out the thing, right?

Leaving his seat (and all of his shed layers), Babylon followed the apparent mass-exodus down towards the newly-appeared scroll. "Yes," he said thoughtfully, circling it, a hand pressed seriously against his chin. "This sure looks like - a thing." He tried to touch it. His hand passed through it. "A little help here?" Babylon appealed to their absent host. "I mean, you obviously wanted to host a convention. Kinda rude to leave us hanging."

It was probably to everyone's benefit that the plot had thickened when it did - otherwise he'd been considering getting up and doing standup.

Niflhel seemed thoughtful as he watched others attempt to grab the scroll to. "I wonder. . . " though it seemed Hvergelmir might've had the right idea.

"It's possible it's like the sword in the stone too. Only a certain touch? Like King Aurthur." Ironic that Camelot was standing not far away from him. Though something kept nibbling at him. "Camelot or well anyone that's been around DC for a while, I don't know if any of you were there or not but there was a Halloween Ball a few years ago. Before Knights really started showing up - to my knowledge, while the Parallel Court still existed more than just Zirconia - there was a uh... woman that showed up for the senshi. You could tell she wasn't really there but it was sorta reminiscence of this."

He was looking at Camelot now as he spoke. "Do you think this is something similar to that?" Wondering who was listening and might've remembered that scenario.