Outside 33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday Evening

[olympian_herc]

Hercules could have walked straight home from getting groceries. It was too short of a walk for him, especially when the cool air was refreshing against the skin of his face and exposed arms. It was possibly not a great idea for him to have been walking about in a tight t-shirt and jeans, but he'd felt too warm otherwise

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[hotceltogoth]

A few moments later, Ronan was stepping outside and running down to the sidewalk. "Need some help?" he asked, already crouching down to start picking up Hercules' groceries.

... Admittedly, his swift response was due to the fact that he'd been staring out the window at the tightly-clothed hunk walking down the street, but details.

[olympian_herc]

"Do you have any bags?" Hercules said, trying to figure out how to carry multiple apples in his hands. He'd have to learn how to juggle, he decided. In the next minute. Otherwise he had nothing.

He paused a moment, getting a good look at Ronan.

"You're the man who told me to get new clothes," he said, remembering the face.

[hotceltogoth]

"Yeah, I've got some cloth bags in the what?"

Beat. Someone didn't remember Reality Show Weekend.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ronan grinned through his confusion, his eyes raking up and down Herc's body. "Really, the clothes you're wearing look perfectly good to me."

[olympian_herc]

Hercules chuckled. "You must not remember," he said. "You were possibly under the influence of something. Or, we all were. One of those mind-altering things."

He set down the apples and stood back up. "Where is the what you are keeping the bags in?" he asked, smirk on his face.

[hotceltogoth]

"Oh, that weekend. I've got a few flashes, but yeah, not much of it. Anyway, yeah, they're in the house -- here, let me help you gather these up." Ronan started loading his arms up with Hercules' purchase, standing up to lead Herc into the house.

[olympian_herc]

Herules gathered up what was left, and followed. It was a bit of a balancing act, holding all the produce and tin cans in his massive arms. He was just grateful he didn't have any milk or frozen food in the mix.

"I never got your name," Hercules said. For a moment, yes, his eyes did wander across Ronan's backside as he followed. "Which is a shame, because I sometimes need a bit of fashion advice."

[hotceltogoth]

"Ronan Nolan," he introduced himself. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but..." Ronan shrugged, laughing softly. "Although I think I was someone else entirely that weekend." Stepping through the front door, Ronan led Hercules through to the kitchen. "Which isn't to say I can't help with fashion suggestions, just that I don't do it for a living like whoever that was."

Setting his own armload down on the counter, Ronan crouched down to rummage through the cupboard for a couple of grocery bags.

[olympian_herc]

"I try to keep up with trends, but eventually I get a little behind every hundred years or so," Hercules said with a chuckle. He set his own armloads down next to what Ronan had carried, then turned and leaned against that counter. He flexed his muscles out of habit. "I am Hercules, by the way. I was myself that weekend. But I was having a bit of a... relapse."

The ye olde English was always weird to relive.

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan blinked, even as he absorbed every moment of that flexing. "Every hundred years or so?" he asked. "So you'd be the real Hercules, then? That's pretty cool."

He placed the bags down on the counter before leaning back against it, one leg cocked. "I was an avatar for a while, actually. My universe's Michael Power, mostly in his Lugh aspect."

[olympian_herc]

"I only followed, like, half of that," Hercules said with a smirk. He reached over to grab one of the bags and start to reload his groceries. "But I take it this means you have had a bit of the divine in you."

With that, he chuckled. He usually used that sort of line as a pick-up.

[hotceltogoth]

"Oh, uh, yeah, my universe all the different pantheons are actually made up of the same beings," Ronan explained. "The Powers That Be. The One's Champion tends to be, like, warrior gods, that kind of thing, and since I'm Irish, he was mostly Lugh All-Crafted for me. Celtic god."

He grinned, though. "And yeah, you could say that. Of course, before he came to me, he was going around as a scarlet macaw name Peach."

A female one, at that, actually.

[olympian_herc]

"A macaw," Hercules repeated, stopping his grocery loading to think about that.

"You got used godly powers from a parrot?"

He was just going to start laughing, sorry Ronan.

[hotceltogoth]

Yeah, no need to apologise. Ronan was just going to give a shit-eating grin in return and say, "Yup. Oh, and they came with this awesome spear, too."

[olympian_herc]

"Oh, well, the spear makes it all better," Hercules said, shaking his head but grinning ear to ear. "I bet you used it to thrust into all of your awful enemies."

...he paused for a moment, again not having entirely intended for the innuendo.

Which was odd, because normally he was all for consciously saying such things.

[hotceltogoth]

"And I carried it around as a ballpoint pen." Ronan reached out into thin air and pulled a slender, gold-coloured pen out of nowhere. "Kinda like this."

With a flick of his wrist, the pen expanded into a one-handed sword, red and blue shimmers chasing each other up and down its length. "The pen's easier; otherwise it's murder on people's woodwork."

[olympian_herc]

"That's a neat trick," Hercules said. He reached at his waist and then realized his artifacts were back at his apartment. "If I was prepared, I could have shown you some of my good toys, too."

"But I see you've decided that the pen and the sword should be as mighty as each other."

He waggled his eyebrows.

In jest.

Really.