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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Since he's on the run from SHIELD with boy genius Amadeus Cho, Hercules was not expecting the door he opened to bring him to a glorius bar.

So the 6' 5" tall barrel chested man (wearing a big yellow and green sash and, well, skirt combo) pauses, looking around for a moment. Then, with a mighty laugh, he walks straight up to the bar.

"A cask of thy finest ale!" he orders. "For it is glorious of Olympus to bestow such a gift on the Prince of Power as this tavern!"

[ooc: Here he is... Mister Hercules. Have at him in the bar proper, now :D]

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[ever_lovin]

"And there goes the neighborhood." says a deep bass from Herc's right, "I should'a known you'd a show up, what with this being a bar in all."

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules laughs heartily. "I have not seen you since I wrestled you for cancer research!" he says in a hearty laugh. "It is good to see you."

[ever_lovin]

"And good to see you," Ben says while thinking Even if you are a big obnoxious jerk. "Yah been here before and I miss yah or is this yer first time here?"

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"I had no idea this bar was even here!" Herc says, turning to face Ben fully, now. "You were keeping quite a secret from me, it seems."

[ever_lovin]

"Nope. I just found it myself but welcome to Milliwyas" Ben replied holding out his hand in greeting, "Jen said it's supposed to be at the end of the universe. Don't know if I believe it but don't really care. There's good booze and no Johnny Storm. That''s all I need. First drink's free too!"

"I heard you were in some trouble with SHIELD? That stuff stays out side of Milliways by the way. No trouble in da bar. There's outside for that."

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"Jen?" Hercules' lips curl into a broader grin. "She shall be here as well?" He glances about for a moment, before shaking Ben's hand. "And it is good to know that this is a refuge from troubles."

[ever_lovin]

"Yep 'though I haven't seen her in a bit. There's lot's a nice stuff here. See that door over there? That's how you get outside. There's a lake, forest and some mountains. I'm planning on making a place up there to work out and be able to cut loose. I should make sure there is a wrestling ground there! There seem to be a few heavy hitters like us around, it'd be just like the UCWF."

"There's supposed to be a garage here too but I haven't been down there yet. Rooms for rent 're up stairs, jusy ask Bar for a key and this here is Bar." Ben says patting Bar, "She, yes Bar's a lady and sentient, can make just about anything for you. She can even make you a pair of pants if yah wanna finally get out of yer skirt."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter simply has no words, she just gives Hercules a long, thoughtful look.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules looks back, getting an odd sensation of familiarity, but not quite.

[wheatencrown]

So she walks over with a sense of purpose in her stride,

"Hello, nephew."

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"Forgive me," Hercules says, humbly bowing his head for a moment. "Your chosen guise is not familiar to me. Whom do I greet?"

[wheatencrown]

"Demeter and when in time do you come from, nephew Hercules?"

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"It is the year 2008," Hercules says. "Are you from the past?"

[hermajestysfury]

Nick Fury is in the bar.

Sort of.

Depends on how, exactly, you define Nick Fury. This particular iteration defines himself as 'Sir Nicholas'.

Regardless, purple armor and all, he's in the bar.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules tilts his head at the somewhat familiar face.

"Tis a strange familiarity I feel," he says, approaching Sir Nicholas. "Are you some ancient ancestor of Nick Fury?"

[hermajestysfury]

"Only as much as the man is ancestor to the man." Fury says with dry amusement, "I am Sir Nicholas Fury, late of 1602. Most here seem to be familiar with a version of me from America in the 1900's."

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules laughs. "Alternate universes!" he says. "Ahhh, tis been many a day since I have had to play with them." He shoves out a hand in greeting. "I am Hercules, son of Zeus."

[hermajestysfury]

Uh huh. Sir Nicholas shakes the offered hand carefully. He's wearing armor, after all. "Such things are, then, common?"

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"Indeed," Hercules says. "Tis something that one must accept, especially as a demigod of Olympus."

[mycursedface]

Medusa had been grooming her wings. Large wingspan, metallic feathers, a lot of work, and she's not looking at the door.

This doesn't mean that she doesn't go still, though. She's sitting close enough that she can see heat, and from heat guess height and build and he's big.

Which the Gorgon go very, very still.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Wings. Snakes for hair. Herc knows who this is.

But he's already been given the ground rules.

"Gorgon," he greets. "I wish you no malice."

[mycursedface]

Beat. Beat.

She adjusts her glasses.

"That makes a change," she says, voice flute-sweet and just as cool.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"If this is a land of refuge, I am not one to break it," he says.

[mycursedface]

"Sensible of you. But you know my name, and I do not know yours."

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"I am Hercules, son of Zeus," he says. "Prince of Power and Lion of Olympus."