http://go-thedistance.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] go-thedistance.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-05-04 10:00 pm
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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?

[identity profile] violet-diva.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yzma was on her way back from Cafe Ersesat, when she noticed the boy stumbling through the gate. He looked awfully familiar, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She decided to approach him, just out of curiosity. Yzma looked him over, he seemed to be in adolescent years, she is sure he’s probably just a normal kid regardless. No matter, sometime soon she’ll need someone to be her lab assistant, might as well know some of the young folks around here. “Hello there boy, you look confused, are you new here?” Yzma asked, observing him and his movements.

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
The view was decent enough.

Riku had taken to climbing a ledge near a gate when he was bored, watching for anyone interesting. It was a decent alternative when he couldn't get to the Islands or have time to explore somewhere. It also meant he was far enough away not to get caught by some newbie and be stuck spending the rest of the day giving them a personalized tour. There he could watch the new faces and wonder what worlds they came from. He always wondered if he'd catch sight of someone he knew.

It was too bad the one he recognized wasn't coming through the gate.

Yzma was approaching some kid who looked like he was from Olympus Coliseum. Considering Riku suspected she'd offed the last young adult she was around, Riku hopped down from the ledge and decided to approach them both. Besides, he didn't look much younger than Riku, so he figured he'd respond more to him than an ancient human prune.

That is, assuming just Yzma walking up wasn't enough for the new guy to die of fright.

[identity profile] violet-diva.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yzma blinked, what was he looking at? Was there something on her face, or what? When Hercules ran past Yzma, she gave a sort of scowl. Well that was very rude, yet again there’s a reason why she doesn’t really approach people that often. They usually give her that look for some reason, but she always tries to disregard it. Yzma, tossed her shawl aside around her shoulder, and struck her nose in the air. If he doesn’t want to talk, that’s just fine and dandy with her. Besides, she has better things to do than talk to scrawny boys like him. With that thought in mind, Yzma strutted off toward her home.

Sorry, short!tag is short.

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-06 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Riku just raised a brow at Yzma as she strutted off. Not even a hey, you're that kid who insulted me on my journal. Though he was mildly surprised she didn't respond to him, Riku was in no way upset that she didn't.

He turned his attention back to the awkward teen and stuck a thumb in his pocket. "You probably heard it was Paixao. Long story short? All this is inside a castle of illusions. The whole place is a floor of the castle. And yeah. It sounds nuts. I know."

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-07 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
The older teen just shrugged with one shoulder. "Magic, I bet. I'm just stuck here, I don't make the rules of physics."

He turned and looked over his shoulder. "Name's Riku. You're gonna be stuck here a while. I can find you somewhere." Despite his attempts to avoid becoming a tour guide for teh day, he'd managed it. How ironic.

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-07 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Riku stuck his hands in his pockets, not exactly jumping for joy at the idea of having to explain this again. "Yeah, we're working on-- WAIT." He turned and looked the youth right in the eye. "The Hercules. That's you?" Riku looked the other over a second before glancing at himself. "You've got to be kidding."

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-07 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Give me a break, how do you think?" Crowds line up to see this guy fight, is he trying to be a wise-guy? The mild irritation subsided and Riku grew much more somber. Or else the irritation was redirected. "Hades wouldn't shut up about you.

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-08 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Riku sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, the 'God of the Dead,'" he said, mockingly using his fingers as quotation marks. "You know, the god who hates your guts?" Neither his fame nor Hades? What kind of game is he-- ...Both?

"Hey, you know a guy named... Who was it..." The teen narrowed his eyes as he thought about things Hades talked about. "Philitidus? Phili-- Ugh. Just Phil."

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-08 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
He raised his brows.

Simply ignoring the first question, Riku bluntly pieced together his realization. "You don't know that Hades hates you. Or that you're famous. You only recently met Phil and you and Sora look like an even match if you arm-wrestled Sora on top of all that." That being said, he knew better to judge a demigod based on looks.

Riku leaned against a nearby ornate trash can. "You're from a different time than me. Probably by years."

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-11 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Riku folded his arms. "Do I look like I'm not?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He looked him over. "How old are you, anyway? Sixteen?" His shoulders aren't really wide enough, but he's my height at least...

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-11 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Fourteen?" Well, that explains the shoulders. "Huh. Don't know what else to expect from a demigod."

He turned again and motioned to follow. "Either way, you need a place to crash."

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-11 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Riku just gave him a look. "I'm two years older, tall for my age, and you're that tall."

"Rule number one. The people here aren't the brightest." He pointed to the ornate golden trees. "See those leaves?"

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-05-11 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Riku just shrugged.

"It's amazing what you can get away with. Convince them something shiny is valuable, and they'll take it as money. For a month I've been paying people in fake tree leaves." He pulled a few out of his pocket with the same relaxed gesture as one would pull out a couple dollar bills. Riku stuck them back into his deep pocket and left his hand there.

[identity profile] halfdarkened.livejournal.com 2010-06-05 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I said. Rule number one. The people here aren't the brightest."

As they approached the station, Riku continued. "Rule two. The guards won't let you out. But they're not too bad to sneak past."