Hercules (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theincredibleherc) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
wilderlogs2018-05-30 11:16 pm
theincredibleherc) wrote in wilderlogs2018-05-30 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
Of travel I've had my share, man.
Who: Hercules theincredibleherc and YOU!
What: Hercules arrives
Where: All Over Philly
When: During the Philly camp period.
Warnings/Notes: Possible language, not anticipating anything too serious.
Falling for what seemed like hours and hours is an unfortunate thing, but it's a damn sight better than being stuck in a completely empty mockery of a reality that Hera had created. And hearing voices in his head whispering about saving some place he'd never heard of? That's damn weird, but par for the course when dealing with faeries, just like waking up in a place you definitely didn't fall asleep. Never one to concern himself with the finer details of a request for help...and because anything was better than being stuck in an empty universe...he mentally made up his mind to actually take this at face value. A request for help and a mysterious tugging in some unknown direction was enough to get him up and moving.
And so that is how the Lion of Olympus arrived in the ruins of Philadelphia. Striding out of the forest and into the ruined city, his mace casually carried over one shoulder, Herc noted the signs. Stuffing a hand into his belt pouch, he pulled out his Starkphone and checked for signal, just to be sure. Finding none, he shrugged and casually flicked over to a music all, beginning to blare Guns and Roses. The noise, he figured, could be a beacon to anyone around...or to any enemies that might be lurking nearby. Either was better than being alone.
The longer he went without sight or sound of anyone, the more noise he decided to make. That mostly entailed singing along with whatever song came up on his playlist, a range of classic rock and hair metal that Amadeus had left on there. And a few odd choices that he figured were gags left by Hank.
Eventually he'll find his way to The Philadelphia Free Library, figuring that maybe he could find an old newspaper or something inside. Pushing his way through the door, he stepped inside and called out, just to be sure.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
theincredibleherc and YOU!What: Hercules arrives
Where: All Over Philly
When: During the Philly camp period.
Warnings/Notes: Possible language, not anticipating anything too serious.
Falling for what seemed like hours and hours is an unfortunate thing, but it's a damn sight better than being stuck in a completely empty mockery of a reality that Hera had created. And hearing voices in his head whispering about saving some place he'd never heard of? That's damn weird, but par for the course when dealing with faeries, just like waking up in a place you definitely didn't fall asleep. Never one to concern himself with the finer details of a request for help...and because anything was better than being stuck in an empty universe...he mentally made up his mind to actually take this at face value. A request for help and a mysterious tugging in some unknown direction was enough to get him up and moving.
And so that is how the Lion of Olympus arrived in the ruins of Philadelphia. Striding out of the forest and into the ruined city, his mace casually carried over one shoulder, Herc noted the signs. Stuffing a hand into his belt pouch, he pulled out his Starkphone and checked for signal, just to be sure. Finding none, he shrugged and casually flicked over to a music all, beginning to blare Guns and Roses. The noise, he figured, could be a beacon to anyone around...or to any enemies that might be lurking nearby. Either was better than being alone.
The longer he went without sight or sound of anyone, the more noise he decided to make. That mostly entailed singing along with whatever song came up on his playlist, a range of classic rock and hair metal that Amadeus had left on there. And a few odd choices that he figured were gags left by Hank.
Eventually he'll find his way to The Philadelphia Free Library, figuring that maybe he could find an old newspaper or something inside. Pushing his way through the door, he stepped inside and called out, just to be sure.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
no subject
[As Herc enters the boundary where a member of the squad is teleported back to, a dragon with a helmeted rider comes down from the sky and hovers before him. The speaker is the rider, his voice being just the slightest bit nasally.]
Who are you, where are you from, and how'd you get here?
no subject
My name is Hercules, lad. [Everyone is a lad to him.] I come from the forest, and I came on foot.
[Chuffing a laugh...he adds:]
Unless you mean the whole story, in which case you might want to be settling in for a much, much longer tale.
no subject
[He recognized the name. For different reasons, both Hiccup and Fishlegs loved to drag tales out of visiting merchants. Hercules was still a popular subject.]
Are you the actual Hercules, the Greek hero? Or some guy named after him?
no subject
The last time I checked, I was the original Hercules. Son of Zeus, Champion of Olympus, Avenger, Savior of Manhattan, and a laundry list of other titles.
no subject
[Hiccup guides Toothless to the ground, dismounts, and flips up his helmet. There were much more believable lies to tell, which made Hiccup inclined to believe Hercules was telling the truth.]
I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viking chief of Berk. Which, approximately, means nothing here. And this is my friend Toothless.
[Hiccup places his hand on Toothless's head, both as an introductory gesture and to scratch him behind his earflaps. The dragon purrs at the contact.]
Sorry about that, we were attacked a little while ago.
no subject
A pleasure. Vikings have often been some of my favorite people, Hiccup.
[Shake or not, he immediately stoops down and offers the flat of his palm to Toothless.]
And I've met very few dragons quite as adorable as you, Toothless. Most of them are horrid, unpleasant things with bad tempers. I hope you aren't one such.