paixaorpg | The Interest of Comics [Active, Closed]

Character(s): Hercules and Jake

Content: Jake believes a bit of normalcy won't be so bad, after learning so much and getting confused over the strangeness of Paixao through the journal network. In the middle of all this mind blowing info dump, he had a voice chat with Hercules.

Setting: Where Herc's staying, at Iriela Apartments, much later after his arrival.

Time: Week 24, in the afternoon

Warnings: Jake's semi-geekness combined with Herc's innocent curiosity? XD

Jake kept the window of the Paixao map open as he walked the streets. Fortunately, he didn't have to think about morphing the falcon after all. The trip from the gate he entered through he found out was called Vanaheim to this part of the city was just a mile or so of a hike, southwest.

He looked up again for any particular silhouette of birds of prey. Tobias would probably feel nervous up there. He'd be worried about riding a thermal too high to collide into one of the domes and injure himself. I'd feel the same way, Jake thought, not eager to fly around the city anytime soon. At least not today, but he felt he might have to later on.

During the hike, he watched the locals react to him. Some of them looked like they were headed somewhere and stopped once they noticed him. They'd turn on heel and suddenly forget they had a destination. Others just ignored the fact he was walking among them. More or less, they were all the same.

Jake had this heavy, unsettling feeling. This was so big for him to take in. Who were these "Nobodies" of Organization XIII exactly? What did they want? Why were they so set on confining anyone from other worlds? ...Were they from other worlds? Could that be why they don't care for the blonde people who disliked outsiders?

Here we go again, Jake. You're thinking too much and too hard, he scoffed to himself. And he was right; trying to understand all of this in one setting proved difficult. This wasn't helping to quell what reasonable paranoia he had that there could be Controllers around. They may not be behind this, but if I'm not the only one from my world...

Yeah; for now it was best to try and relax with this Hercules guy a little. In fact, he was doing what he could to relax all the muscles in his body while shouldering his dark colored backpack on a single strap. It wasn't very heavy.

The elegant yet run down brick apartment complexes had fake silvery vines glinting under the sunlight on the outside walls that looked tacky and fake--with the idea of this city just being one floor of some humongous castle. Some of the dome looked closely transparent, showing the sun. Has to be fake...

The close line of buildings down the block had to be his destination. Hercules mentioned which one. Jake resumed onward, from building marked eighty-seven. It went up from there. Building ninety-one was where Hercules was staying.

After what felt like several minutes more of Jake's hike, he had plenty of time to calm down, to stop thinking about everything he couldn't even begin to wrap his mind around. He came to the right building, and stepped forward to knock on the door.

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When Hercules heard the knock on the door, he went to open it, careful to not pull the door off it's hinges. He saw a boy about his age standing there, this must be Jake.

"Uh, c-come on in," he offered, he was honestly surprized Jake had actually come, and he wasn't sure what to do now. Hercules wasn't used to having company over like this.

"Hi," Jake said, sounding as friendly and casual as possible. Behind the facade, he was feeling a little nervous himself. As he was in a totally new place with a ridiculous dressing code and lots of stuff that didn't make much sense, for starters.

He stepped into the apartment. "Thanks."

As he glanced upon the nervous young man in the toga, it didn't take that this person was the kind of person to throw a party with other guys in togas. There wasn't anyone else inside.

There was something a bit familiar that Jake couldn't quite figure out as he walked inside Hercules's apartment. He removed the backpack from his shoulder. "Brought the comics. A few from my own collection, anyway."

Well, actually he would have parties with other guys in togas, if only because that was the default in his world, uh, that was if he was actually invited to parties, which he wasn't. Anyway.

Hercules looked over Jake's shoulder and into Jake's backpack, trying to get a good look at the books inside. "These are stories about heroes, right?" Hercules asked the other boy.

Jake knew he wasn't really into parties. As long as there was decent music playing and good snacks--along with people he liked to talk and hang out with--he'd have a good time.

The last time he was invited to a party, it didn't go so well. His best friend for one did something really stupid to get revenge on not being invited, by turning into a rat and wigging the hostess out. But Jake wasn't really thinking too far back on the crazy incident that happened over a month ago. He just knew that he'd better make sure Marco gets invited along with him to the next one. If there ever was going to be a next one.

He began to unzip the bag. "Yeah, some of my favorite heroes," he answered. "They're really popular too."

Jake pulled the three skinny pictured paper books out and just let his backpack drop to the floor. He kicked it aside so no one would trip over it. He held them out for Hercules to see his Spider-Man and Batman.

In glancing to Hercules, his head tilted a little as he smiled. Why do I have this feeling I've seen him somewhere before?

Herc took the the books from Jack and looked at the covers, tilting his head to the side in confusion. What on earth were these guys wearing? Hercules knew that different cultures wore clothes that were completly different than what he was used to, and yet the heroes on the cover of the books just looked completly outlandish. Hercules flipped through the books, and then looked back up at Jake.

"So what's the guy in the red and blue's stor...?" He trailed off when he noticed that Jake was looking at him funny. "What?"

Jake blinked, a bit surprised. This guy apparently picked up on his subtle confusion. This would be far stretch of a risk concerning what Jake had to keep secret from him, but this was a surprise all the same.

"Nothing... It's just--for some reason, I think I've seen you before. Or maybe someone who looks like you." His smiled a little nervously. "Weird, huh?"

Not that this was a big deal to him, but his mind would refuse to forget this slight curiosity. "Maybe there's someone who has similar facial features or whatever. I'm not sure."

Herc was a bit self consious, and if it seemed like someone was looking at him funny he'd pick up on it.

"Oh, well... I-I am gonna be famous one day," He admitted sheepishly, staring down at the comic on his lap, "M-maybe you've heard of me."

"Well, I've learned about a guy who has the same name as you, at school. His story is a famous one..."

The gears in Jake's head started to turn on realization. "Wait a minute-- you're the Hercules?"

Jake tried harder to search his memory. Why was this getting hard to recall?

"Somehow, I feel there's more than that. If it's not really anyone I know, could you resemble someone I might have seen on TV?"

Beat--oh, right. There were some other people who didn't know what that was. "It's a box with moving pictures on it. It's a kind of complex technology." It's the very same thing he told this lady named Belle, through his journals.

"If the Hercules you learned about the son of Zeus, then yes, I'm 'the' Hercules" Even though his goal was to be a hero, it was still very wierd to hear about people who knew of him.

Herc scrunched up his face in confusion, "Well, would the TV thing ever show something about me?"

"Whoa..." Well, that definitely explained the toga. This was just as strange as the time the spiky haired kid knew Peter Pan, Donald, and Goofy as if they were real. That, and he didn't know about Disney amusement parks.

It didn't take long at all for Jake to come up with an answer to the question. "There's definitely been, um, more than one version of your story. I've seen maybe two or three."

Once in a theater, and...God how long has it been since I last saw that cartoon one? I know I practically had to, when babysitting Jordan and Sara. He almost totally forgot about the cartoon.

"Two versions I know I've seen," Jake added.

Wait, wasn't that other movie a Disney one too?

The spikey haired kid knew Herc too, for the record.

Hercules had to keep himself from gaping at the other boy, how well was he known in the future, and how far into the future? Not having people treat him like a freak was nice, but people treating him like a hero when he wasn't one yet also made him fel uncomfortable.

"Well, that answers your question then."

He knew he probably shouldn't ask this question, but it would nag on him forever if he didn't. "What did they say about me?"

Jake in fact was starting to think what if Sora knew Herc.

"Well, the one movie I remember most epically portrayed you as a big hero..." He showed Herc a confident smile. "Nothing bad. Not even close to being bad."

Jake would understand about being called a freak. If it wasn't so hard to tell enemies from innocent people apart, then the public most certainly call him one.

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