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wilderlogs2018-05-30 11:16 pm
theincredibleherc) wrote in wilderlogs2018-05-30 11:16 pm
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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?"
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Like on the Argo. He managed that well enough. Even if he did end up running off on his own and being left behind.
"What is it you do, in your world?"
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"Currently unemployed." He tries to wave it off, but he's always been terrible at hiding his emotions, and there's a certain teariness that washes over him. "Don't matter here anyway. Not like we're going to get back in time to put in notice."
He takes another drag off his cigarette; it takes consideration to keep his hand from shaking.
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Hercules is not someone with much guile, but he can tell it's a sore subject and he's definitely not interested in pressing. He's not that kind of person.
"Can you describe what attacked you, so I'll have a better idea of what to watch for?"
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"First time was these monsters that looked like pizza cutters, and a bunch of fairies. Literal fairies. Tiny ones." He makes a gesture with his hand like he's holding a baseball between his fingers. He'd pitched one against a wall; it had splattered like an egg all over the place. Gross as hell.
"Then back on the hill it was witches and Grim Reaper-looking guys and shadowy guys in armor. I figure whoever's in charge here is going to keep us guessing." He gestures with the tip of his cigarette at Hercules' physique. "You'll be fine. You just got to watch out for how sucky at this the rest of us are."
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"Then, I shall endeavor to protect those that can't do it themselves," he finally says before taking a step up the stairs. "I perhaps should go introduce myself. Thank you for guiding me, Dixon."
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"See you around." He gives Hercules a little wave and lets him go.