I. [holo] Forsooth!
"I dost think I shall get one with all the toppings. And that dost include the anchovies. It twas not just a line when I said I always liked fish to the fine Namora..."
Hercules' voice trails off, as he is suddenly acutely aware he is not walking with his friend Amadeus Cho to a pizzeria. He is somewhere distinctly different, somewhere distinctly new. He quickly pats himself, to make sure he is all there. He had seen enough documentaries on the mortals' 'SyFy' channel to know that one did not know what to expect from being transported in such a manner. It is then that he notices the silver bracelet on his arm, much unlike the typical gold he'd been wearing just moments before.
"What alchemy is this? This tis not my usual color," he declares, poking at it with a heavy finger. "Amadeus? Athena?"
With no sign of his previous companions, he takes the moment to stroke his beard and take in the peculiar surroundings. "Tis not Olympus. Nor of Skrull design. Where art thou, would be capturers?" His eyes then spot his mace nearby, next to the strange tablet. It is his curiosity that makes him pick up the tablet first. "Ahem. If this dost be what I think it is..." he pokes the tablet with his finger a couple times. "Then the Lion of Olympus demands an audience! What is the phrase..."
He smirks, a smugger-than-thou expression. "Take me to thy leader." Something else he learned from those 'SyFy' documentaries.
Hercules' voice trails off, as he is suddenly acutely aware he is not walking with his friend Amadeus Cho to a pizzeria. He is somewhere distinctly different, somewhere distinctly new. He quickly pats himself, to make sure he is all there. He had seen enough documentaries on the mortals' 'SyFy' channel to know that one did not know what to expect from being transported in such a manner. It is then that he notices the silver bracelet on his arm, much unlike the typical gold he'd been wearing just moments before.
"What alchemy is this? This tis not my usual color," he declares, poking at it with a heavy finger. "Amadeus? Athena?"
With no sign of his previous companions, he takes the moment to stroke his beard and take in the peculiar surroundings. "Tis not Olympus. Nor of Skrull design. Where art thou, would be capturers?" His eyes then spot his mace nearby, next to the strange tablet. It is his curiosity that makes him pick up the tablet first. "Ahem. If this dost be what I think it is..." he pokes the tablet with his finger a couple times. "Then the Lion of Olympus demands an audience! What is the phrase..."
He smirks, a smugger-than-thou expression. "Take me to thy leader." Something else he learned from those 'SyFy' documentaries.