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Hercules ([personal profile] theincredibleherc) wrote in [community profile] wilderlogs2018-05-30 11:16 pm

Of travel I've had my share, man.

Who: Hercules [personal profile] 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?"
mark_in_the_sands: (Anticipation)

[personal profile] mark_in_the_sands 2018-06-03 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Having escaped the battle on the hilltop with minimal physical injuries ('having your soul almost eaten' is more psychological than physical as it turns out), Cassie had taken it upon herself to range slightly further afield to keep an eye out for encroaching danger and for supplies further outside of hobbling range. The sounds of music in an otherwise-abandoned city are worth investigating. She's not sure if it's a trap or if the person responsible is ignorant of potential dangers or supremely confident in their ability to take on all comers. From the size of the man when she finally sees him, and the size of the mace he's carrying, she's guessing the third (she probably couldn't even lift that thing).

Now to find out if he's friendly. Presenting a small and travel-worn blonde wearing silver bracelets half-covering her forearms and a Grecian-inspired red and gold top over blue jeans.

"Nice mace," she says by way of greeting.
mark_in_the_sands: (Anticipation)

[personal profile] mark_in_the_sands 2018-06-03 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pfft, no," Cassie answers. "West coast, best coast. But this isn't my reality's Philly either -- more people, less overwhelming vegetation."

Seems friendly enough. She moves closer, but not getting within arm's reach yet. His arm's reach, not hers. He's an appropriately big guy for someone who has a mace forged for him personally by the Olympian god of crafts and metallurgy. Which also tells her that there's a distinct possibility they might be family, considering...everything about Olympus.

"Did your trip here start with a long fall and whispered requests for help?"
mark_in_the_sands: (Affection)

[personal profile] mark_in_the_sands 2018-06-03 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could have done without it too, to be honest."

Cassie takes the extended hand and gives it a firm shake.

"Cassie Sandsmark, or Wonder Girl, whichever suits your fancy. I think we're from different realities, because you don't look like the Hercules I met back home."

Fingers crossed that this version wasn't going to propose marriage to her.
mark_in_the_sands: (Anticipation)

[personal profile] mark_in_the_sands 2018-06-03 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm guessing that Wonder Man isn't an Amazon," Cassie said wryly. Definitely not one of the Bana Mighdall, that's for sure. "By the way, if you see a tall woman with dark hair wearing bracelets like mine who answers to Diana, let her know I'm okay. She's probably going to be worried."

Cassie huffs out a sigh as she reclaims her hand and plants it on her hip to keep from awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. She should probably get this out of the way now rather than stewing about it.

"Okay, so, in the interests of avoiding awkwardness later, I should probably tell you that the reason can recognize you're not the Hercules from my world is because he and I share a father."

There's probably a better way to put that, but Cassie has never been very good at dressing up her words.