This isn't Greece. [Active/open]
Character(s): Hercules, Open
Content: A wild Hercules appears.
Setting: Muspelhiem
Time: Week 21
Warnings: None
It wasn’t so much the fact that Hercules found himself in an unfamiliar place all of a sudden, it was how unfamiliar it was. Hercules had never seen architecture like this before, nor had he seen clothes like the people walking around were wearing before in his life. He just stared at the city in awe for a moment. From the looks of it, it was nowhere near Greece. How had he gotten here?
He was still staring at the people’s clothes, which were so different, and so much more elaborate than the clothes he was used to seeing, when he noticed them gathering in a line. Maybe there was someone there he could get information from there. There had to be something helpful there, at least. It wouldn’t hurt to go and see. He ran into the line, and prepared to get any information he could. He tried asking the people in the line, but they just ignored him. Hopefully the guard coming into view would be more helpful.
Though, when the man asked him for his name before he was able to get his questions in he stared at him in confusion for a bit before answering, “Uh, Hercules,” He replied, then he continued, “What is this place, how do I get back home?” But the man wasn’t paying attention, was everyone here like that? “Welcome to Paixao” was all the he said and he shoved a strange device into Herc’s hands. Hercules fumbled around with the object he was suddenly handed, trying not to break the delicate thing. When he got a good grip on it, he looked up at the gate in front of him.
How was he going to get home?
Content: A wild Hercules appears.
Setting: Muspelhiem
Time: Week 21
Warnings: None
It wasn’t so much the fact that Hercules found himself in an unfamiliar place all of a sudden, it was how unfamiliar it was. Hercules had never seen architecture like this before, nor had he seen clothes like the people walking around were wearing before in his life. He just stared at the city in awe for a moment. From the looks of it, it was nowhere near Greece. How had he gotten here?
He was still staring at the people’s clothes, which were so different, and so much more elaborate than the clothes he was used to seeing, when he noticed them gathering in a line. Maybe there was someone there he could get information from there. There had to be something helpful there, at least. It wouldn’t hurt to go and see. He ran into the line, and prepared to get any information he could. He tried asking the people in the line, but they just ignored him. Hopefully the guard coming into view would be more helpful.
Though, when the man asked him for his name before he was able to get his questions in he stared at him in confusion for a bit before answering, “Uh, Hercules,” He replied, then he continued, “What is this place, how do I get back home?” But the man wasn’t paying attention, was everyone here like that? “Welcome to Paixao” was all the he said and he shoved a strange device into Herc’s hands. Hercules fumbled around with the object he was suddenly handed, trying not to break the delicate thing. When he got a good grip on it, he looked up at the gate in front of him.
How was he going to get home?