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Who: Hercules

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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?"

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Hercules stops and puts the music on pause when the woman makes herself known. His eyes flicker up and down, appraising her quickly enough. Young, blonde, pretty, and definitely wearing an outfit that wouldn't look too out of place on Olympus. He grins, a quick but wide expression of both happiness at seeing someone and amusement at the comment.

"Aye, it is. Forged by Hephaestus himself for me." Though he hadn't been thrilled to have the task, he wasn't about to argue with Skyfather Zeus.

"Are you native to this version of Philadelphia, or are you a traveler the same as I?"

"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?"

"Hah. Mine as well, though I agree with you. Los Angeles is the city I've found most amenable to me outside of Olympus," Hercules replies with a flashed thumbs up. "And I did at that. I could have done without the fall, though."

He sizes her up once more, then sticks out his hand for a shake. No sense in being rude.

"Hercules, friend. Who might you be?"

"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.

Herc squeezes back, and his grin widens a little. If such a thing was possible, anyway.

"A pleasure, Cassie. I imagine we are because I only know Wonder Man, and he's not be nearly so pleasant as you have been."

He and Herc, opposite sides of a few conflicts. And he worked for Osborne at the time.

"And I'd like to think my face is memorable enough..."

"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.

That's kind of a noodle scratcher as far as Herc is concerned. The only Diana he knows is his half-sister, and they've never exactly seen eye to eye on most things. Admittedly that's most of them and Herc but her in particular. He nods in an "I'll do just that" sort of way because if he meets this Diana, he definitely will do that.

His expression changes immediately when Cass brings up her parentage, from thoughtful to something bright and happy. It wasn't that he'd intended to say anything about her being pretty, she was...but she was a touch young for him, he'd just not quite known where to fit her into his view of the world. That, though, makes her family.

"Then that would make you my half sister," he exclaims, actually grabbing her into a full armed hug, accompanied by a thunderous clap on the back. "Now that is a stroke of fortune!"

Of travel I've had my share, man.

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