MHA Apartment 8, Saturday Evening
When Hercules' phone rang that evening, he answered it without even looking at the caller ID.
"The Hero of Brooklyn speaking!" he declared, somewhat preoccupied with washes his dishes in his sink.
"Is that what you're calling yourself these days? That's a bit of a fall from Prince of Power," teased the voice on the other end.
"Amadeus!" Hercules said, suddenly beaming ear to ear. "You finally got my number, eh? I suppose Rhea passed it on?"
"It's called being the seventh smartest man in the world, doofus," Amadeus said. "It's not that hard to track down a cell number. Even if you're off in some pocket dimension playing babysitter."
"It is not babysitting!" Hercules objected, laughing into his phone. "Just because you ran off to--"
"Yeah, about that," Amadeus interrupted. "There's something weird going on--"
It was Amadeus' turn to be interrupted. "Weird?" Hercules said, his expression falling. "Not like... things disappearing, people, and places?" His voice was filled with worry, his hands... filled with a soapy sponge and a plate.
"Something's happening," Amadeus said. "I don't know what, exactly. Every time I think I know something, it's like it's a... false sense of deja vu."
"So... how fares things with Delphyne?" Hercules asked, with a bit of trepidation.
"Who?" Amadeus replied. That's when Hercules let go of the sponge and dish.
"Have you heard from fair Jen Walters?" Hercules said, now getting very nervous.
"I am not checking up on whoever these girls are, Herc," Amadeus said. "I've got worse things to worry about than your ex-girlfriends."
"Amadeus, I want you to know something right now," Hercules said, holding his phone tightly in his hand. "You were more than a traveling companion. You helped me find the hero inside in a dark time, and without your friendship, I would have been lost in a dark time. I love you, Amadeus. It was a true blessing from the gods to have you as a friend. And I will find out what is happening, and if I cannot stop it before it gets you, I shall avenge you until I can no longer gasp breath. I will claw and strike with all my might. You have my word."
"Whoa, settle down with the dramatics," Amadeus said. "It's not like... oh god. It's... it's..."
"What is it?" Hercules shouted. "Tell me, Amadeus! What do you see?"
"...I don't see any--"
And the phone disconnected. Hercules quickly punched to dial the number back, but the operator voice just taunted him, saying 'your call cannot be connected as dialed.' He slammed his phone against a counter, barely avoiding smashing it to pieces. He struck with righteous anger, smashing his drying clean dishes, shattering his freshly cleaned glasses. He howled with rage, feeling at that moment so very, utterly powerless. Becoming mortal, that was a setback.
Losing Amadeus... losing his world without being able to put up a fight... that left a former demigod a collapsed hulk on the floor of his kitchen, knuckles bleeding, tears awash down his face.
"I'll avenge you. I'll avenge you all."
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but open in case anyone wishes to call him or... knock on his door to find out what the racket is.]
"The Hero of Brooklyn speaking!" he declared, somewhat preoccupied with washes his dishes in his sink.
"Is that what you're calling yourself these days? That's a bit of a fall from Prince of Power," teased the voice on the other end.
"Amadeus!" Hercules said, suddenly beaming ear to ear. "You finally got my number, eh? I suppose Rhea passed it on?"
"It's called being the seventh smartest man in the world, doofus," Amadeus said. "It's not that hard to track down a cell number. Even if you're off in some pocket dimension playing babysitter."
"It is not babysitting!" Hercules objected, laughing into his phone. "Just because you ran off to--"
"Yeah, about that," Amadeus interrupted. "There's something weird going on--"
It was Amadeus' turn to be interrupted. "Weird?" Hercules said, his expression falling. "Not like... things disappearing, people, and places?" His voice was filled with worry, his hands... filled with a soapy sponge and a plate.
"Something's happening," Amadeus said. "I don't know what, exactly. Every time I think I know something, it's like it's a... false sense of deja vu."
"So... how fares things with Delphyne?" Hercules asked, with a bit of trepidation.
"Who?" Amadeus replied. That's when Hercules let go of the sponge and dish.
"Have you heard from fair Jen Walters?" Hercules said, now getting very nervous.
"I am not checking up on whoever these girls are, Herc," Amadeus said. "I've got worse things to worry about than your ex-girlfriends."
"Amadeus, I want you to know something right now," Hercules said, holding his phone tightly in his hand. "You were more than a traveling companion. You helped me find the hero inside in a dark time, and without your friendship, I would have been lost in a dark time. I love you, Amadeus. It was a true blessing from the gods to have you as a friend. And I will find out what is happening, and if I cannot stop it before it gets you, I shall avenge you until I can no longer gasp breath. I will claw and strike with all my might. You have my word."
"Whoa, settle down with the dramatics," Amadeus said. "It's not like... oh god. It's... it's..."
"What is it?" Hercules shouted. "Tell me, Amadeus! What do you see?"
"...I don't see any--"
And the phone disconnected. Hercules quickly punched to dial the number back, but the operator voice just taunted him, saying 'your call cannot be connected as dialed.' He slammed his phone against a counter, barely avoiding smashing it to pieces. He struck with righteous anger, smashing his drying clean dishes, shattering his freshly cleaned glasses. He howled with rage, feeling at that moment so very, utterly powerless. Becoming mortal, that was a setback.
Losing Amadeus... losing his world without being able to put up a fight... that left a former demigod a collapsed hulk on the floor of his kitchen, knuckles bleeding, tears awash down his face.
"I'll avenge you. I'll avenge you all."
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but open in case anyone wishes to call him or... knock on his door to find out what the racket is.]