Of travel I've had my share, man.

[theincredibleherc]

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?"

Comments

[greyerrant]

"I was indeed. And they have wounded me. Badly, I think."

He rises and takes the hand, suppressing a wince as he shifts his body weight. He gives a firm handshake for all that, though.

"Garviel Loken, Agentia Alpha of Malcador the Sigilite, once of the Luna Wolves."

[theincredibleherc]

Titles that were more or less meaningless to him. Some sort of military organization was about all he got.

"A pleasure, Garviel. Tell me of these creatures that wounded you. Perhaps I have some salves that may ease your aches."

[greyerrant]

"Black cloaked warriors in heavy armor. I couldn't kill them. That in and of itself was unusual. They carried cold, bright swords, and knives that fragmented and shattered in those that were struck. I was cut myself while protecting the children."

He turns, showing a bandaged wound, with red seeping through the bandage.


"The fragments burrow into me still."

[theincredibleherc]

Hercules takes in the information, not thinking for a moment that they might be the Nine of Tolkien fame. He's more than aware of J.R.R.'s work. But that's all fantasy, isn't it?

"Enchanted blades then."

Dangerous things, that. Herc fishes in his belt for something, a few leaves he'd found in the Continuum, things he'd used to dull the ache of wounds from fighting Typhon...

"Eat these. They won't get it out, but they'll make it more manageable, I hope."

[greyerrant]

"My thanks. Are you an apothecary then?"

He takes and chews the leaves, hopeful if nothing else that the pain might be lessened, and clear his mind a bit.

"And yes, enchanted blades. Once again magical weapons is causing trouble for my gene-line."

[theincredibleherc]

"Hah, no. My friend is, I merely know a little of herbs. After the first thousand years, you learn a few things."

He rather mistakenly thinks that most people here are going to recognize him. Hercules is a household name where he's from, and he's definitely sure that most civilians know him as well as they do Thor.

[greyerrant]

"Hm, quite an age. You must have some seriously excellent juvenat technology."

He smiles at the idea, and says, "Honestly, living that long sounds like a great burden, though."

[theincredibleherc]

"It's not technology. Immortality granted by being one of the Olympians. I am the God of Strength, Heroism, and Labor among the Greeks. And at times, yes...I suppose it can be a burden. But it affords me the opportunity to defend those in need."

Mankind does need his help from time to time.

[greyerrant]

This sounds like total bullshit to Loken but humoring the burly friendly man seems like the best option. He did just try to help him.

"Ah. I see. I myself have been granted an extended life to do much the same, though I expect that I shall die in the service of humanity."

[theincredibleherc]

"A noble service indeed."

He is completely cool with anyone that would dedicate themselves like that. That's the best cause.

"You are a soldier, I assume. From where do you come?"

[greyerrant]

"I am. I hail from Cthonia, though I owe fealty to the Imperium of Man as a whole, and travel with the people here to protect them."

He looks over the library.

"It is a strange thing to find ourselves in the ruins of the thing we fight for, but with no people here save the ones we traveled with."

[theincredibleherc]

That's a whole lot of gibberish to him, but it's not too complex. Herc can follow.

"It is at that. I'm told there are precious few of us that know how to fight, or have any experience. Did you come with weapons and armor?"