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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 1:10:18 GMT -5
It couldn't be. It wasn't possible.
Well, it was certainly possible that rumors that a man in a very dapper red outfit that wielded both sword and magic could've won a tournament. And it was certainly possible that this man was named Rojo. It was even very definitely possible that Alwyn could've heard rumors about such an event. Rojo probably hadn't shut up about it since he won. But Alwyn had a hard time believing that it was, in fact, the very same Rojo that helped to defeat Chaos alongside Alwyn and the other Light Warriors. As far as Alwyn knew, he was the only one that was sucked through that unstable portal and he had encountered neither hair nor hide of the others. In fact, Rojo's name was the only evidence he had that his friend was even out there and it was only rumors at best. This had all the trappings of a wild goose chase. But Alwyn's curiosity outweighed his logic at times. Sure, there were times where Alwyn was tempted to push Rojo off the canoe or into a dragon's mouth or off an airship. But Rojo was still his friend and probably in trouble. He'd never admit it, but he required rescuing as much as the other Light Warriors. He wouldn't even have the advantage of knowing ahead of time what world he was in or what enemies he'd face.
And so, here he was, on a very odd world, sticking out like a sore thumb in his choice of fashion among all the togas and sandals. However, he didn't seem to get noticed all that much. As he found out, lots of strange-looking people often came to this world because of the tournaments held by one Philoctetes. How convenient. Perhaps this Philoctetes was the one who organized the Mistletoe Mayhem Tournament. This certainly seemed the case, though it was a rather odd name for a tournament. Who'd call it such a name and why? Questions poured into Alwyn's mind but he put them inside for now. He had other important questions to ask. Getting directions from the townspeople, he walked toward the Coliseum, a grand building where tournaments were held. Alwyn considered it a bit much, but then again, maybe that was normal for this world. Who was he to judge? Alwyn pushed open the giant doors, something that took considerable effort. He quietly thanked Zest for all those times the Warrior spent making him do exercises. He said that a hero couldn't save anyone if his stamina and strength was poor. Not that it did that much good, but it was enough to open these doors at least. Alwyn also quietly apologized for being such a pain during those exercises.
Inside, Alwyn looked around to find a lobby of sorts. There were trophies on display and a list of rules hung up next to a doorway. From that doorway he heard... someone counting? "188... 189... 190... 191!" The voice sounded pretty gruff. Was there training going on? Sure, sounded like it. Alwyn walked over to a sign that was connected by chain drawn across the doorway. The sign very helpfully said "Closed" and was very definitely ignored. Alwyn walked over the sign and then continued into the Coliseum proper. It seemed large enough to house the entire city. Alwyn spied a marble square that had been built in the center, with four columns on the corners. In the center, a large powerfully-built man doing what looked like one-handed pushups. On the bodybuilder's back was a short squat satyr, who was counting the man's pushups. Was that Philoctetes? Or was the man Philoctetes? Huh... well, whomever it was, he'd know soon enough. Alwyn walked forward and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Philoctetes? I see you're a bit busy, but could I have a moment of your time? I have some questions to ask and I've been told you'd be the one to ask."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 22:55:06 GMT -5
Hercules was always up to train and today was no different. However, this wasn’t all that Hercules was. There was more to Hercules than just muscles, godhood, and training. Hercules was a lot more than that, and he wanted to learn more too, in light of Sora and Kairi’s visit. When they had come for training, they had asked Hercules for more training, which Hercules welcomed without a second thought. Kairi seemed to have come from the same world that Sora did and that intrigued Hercules. What else was out there? As he sat on the bench, waiting for Phil to make his way over to him, Hercules looked up to the sky and knew, with certainty that he could not explain, that Sora was fighting a great battle with someone…or something…and Hercules wanted in on it in every way. Hercules was able to keep all of Greece safe from Hades and if Hades were to act up again, Hercules could just put him in his place again. Was there a way for Hercules to leave this world to help Sora in another world? Sora was able to come into Greece whenever he wanted, was there a way for Herc to do the same? How did Sora leave and come back when he wanted? What would Meg think about all this? How would she feel?
Hercules’ thoughts were broken and shattered by Phil’s booming voice, telling Herc that he had been trying to get through to him for quite some time. Hercules apologizes and goes ahead to start training. Phil listed out what Herc was to do today and went ahead and set Herc off. Hercules began his workout. However, his thoughts stayed on the thought of leaving the world he knew and the origin of the monsters that Sora fought on a regular basis…The Heartless. As a result, Hercules’s performance left a lot to be desired by Phil. Phil stopped the workout and scolded Hercules for being distracted. Hercules apologized but he couldn’t take his mind of what awaited beyond the world he was in. He couldn’t take his mind off of what Sora and Kairi could possibly be training and preparing for. Because of this, Phil Herc drop down to give him 200 push-ups. Hercules sighed in annoyance. Pushups weren’t a problem, but they did make the day and the training session last a lot longer than it should.
Hercules begrudgingly got on the ground, feeling the weight of Phil’s body climb onto his back as he got into pushup position. Hercules than began his pushups, with Phil counting them all out. After a while, when Herc was on his last leg of pushups, he felt some footsteps thud close. Hercules stopped when mystery person asked for Phil. Hercules wasn’t sure who it was that asked for Phil so he decided to stand up to see who it happened to be, clumsily having Phil fall off his back. Hercules then looked down to Phil, having examined the man that interrupted Herc’s “punishment”. Seeing a man in all black, when it was clearly a sunny day. He wasn’t sure if this new guy was with the Organization or not but he didn’t seem like he was here to fight or cause trouble but just as well, he figured he could just stand aside and let Phil handle business.
“Hey Phil, if you want, you can just go ahead and take care of this. I’ll be close by.”, Hercules said, reassuring Phil that he doesn’t plan on escaping his punishment.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 8:25:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","kikan"] Megara’s plump lips curved upwards into amused, endearing smirk as she’d watched Wonder Boy drop at Phil’s command. Her husband’s muscles bulged pleasantly as her husband performed innumerable push-ups, maintaining perfect form despite the stout Satyr’s added weight pressing down upon the small of his back. This was Hercules’ punishment for performing below Phil’s “impeccable” standards, although she had to admit that his heart just wasn’t it in today. Megara didn’t see the same drive she’d seen when she’d first met Hercules, the same fire as he’d diligently worked to become a renowned hero of Athens – ignoring other’s doubts and objectifications. Sadly, her pride and reluctant to show weakness wouldn’t permit her to press the issue, to inquire about what was bothering Hercules. No, instead, she’d patiently wait until her husband felt comfortable to broach the issue. For the time being, Megara remained motionless, her back pressed flush against one of the ivory pillars as she’d watched the two’s intense training. Her gaze drifted downwards to her own hands, her normally pristine lacquered nails were chipped, filed down a bit further than usual. The worst of the damage, she’d already tended to using her own blessing to hide the evidence of her training from Hercules – it couldn’t conceal her fatigue. Her head craned upwards as she’d heard Alwyn’s approach, noticing his rather ominous attire. Hadn’t Hercules mentioned once that Sora had told him about something called the “Organization”. Without hesitating, she’d let her hand drifted to her side, pressing it firmly against the stone pillar as she’d began to inch her way closer. Instead of wearing her normal lavender floor-length robes, she’d elected for one that stopped at just about the middle of her thighs. It’d showed off a bit more skin that she’d have preferred, however, it was far more practical for when she was conducting her training. Her right hand drifted up to tuck some of her chestnut tresses behind her ear as she’d came up behind Hercules. Her left hand would come to rest upon his toned shoulders, gripping it reassuringly as she’d offered him a loving smile. For the time being, she’d elected to say nothing though. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/cpefSEs.jpg?1);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 14:25:03 GMT -5
Ah, so the goat guy was Phil. Thanks, guy with way too many muscles. Alwyn didn't even know biceps could get that big. The big guy was joined by an admittedly very attractive brunette. It must've been the guy's girlfriend, the lucky so-and-so. Still, he wasn't murdered right when he stepped foot in the coliseum, so that was a good start. Still, Alwyn looked over at the goat with his glowing eyes as the satyr scrambled to his feet. He looked over at Hercules with the biggest scowl he could muster. "You're lucky that I'm in a good mood, Herc or I'd have you working so hard, they'll call it the Thirteenth Labor!" "Herc"? Who names their kid "Herc"? It had to be a nickname or something. The satyr then got a good look at the kid who wanted some questions and immediately what his deal was. He angrily stalked towards him. "Glowing eyes? White Hair? Black clothes that aren't even that stylish?! What do you want from us? You're workin' for Hades, aren't cha? Well, I'll kick your bad guy butt from here to Crete if you don't get ou-" Phil's face was suddenly stopped by Alwyn's foot as he put it out to keep Phil from getting any closer. Still, Phil tried to keep going, his hooves digging into the dirt and kicking it up into the air.
"Ok, you need to calm down. I don't even know who this 'Hades' guy is, I just got here. I just wanna know about a particular tournament, that's all. Sheesh, I got the glowing eyes from one of my parents." Ok, Alwyn didn't actually know if he got it from his parents, but it was certainly possible. Alwyn put his foot back down and Phil huffed a bit, crossing his arms. "Look, kid, it's this simple. Only heroes are allowed in the games. No ifs, ands or buts about it." Alwyn sighed. He had a feeling this was going to take a lot longer than he planned. "Ok, first of all, I'm in my early twenties, alright? Not a kid. Secondly, I was a hero. I even saved my world. Thirdly, I'm not even asking t-" Alwyn was then interrupted by the loud laughter of Phil. He fell onto his back giving a hearty belly laugh, pointing at Alwyn but unable to make any words come out of his mouth. Alwyn sighed again, now growing frustrated at not being able to get a simple question answered. The Black Mage of Light leaned on his staff as he watched Phil look over at Hercules, wiping tears from his face.
"Herc, you hearin' this? Mr. Sticks-For-Arms here says he's a real hero!" This ended with another string of laughter. Phil finally turned to face Alwyn, pulling himself together. "I got two words for you, kid! You a-" Alwyn snapped his fingers, finally losing his patience with the satyr. A small bolt of Thunder streaked down and struck the ground right behind Phil, close enough to singe his tail. Phil jumped into the air in shock and looked over at his tail and then at Alwyn, who gave a rather innocent smile. Phil's jaw dropped a bit. He hadn't been expecting that. "Right, now that you're finally speechless, you can let me talk. I'm not interested in joining your tournament. However, I've heard rumors of a friend joining a tournament and was looking to see if you could back up these rumors." Phil closed his eyes and sighed. There went his big chance to get someone who could use magic into this tournament. That would've been a nice spectacle. "Fine, but be quick about it. I got a lot of preparations before the big day."
Alwyn nodded. "Right, I won't take up more of your time. So apparently, there was this tournament called the Mistletoe Mayhem Tournament... not entirely sure who came up with that name. Anyways, a guy named Rojo was supposed to have entered it. You know anything about it? Phil looked down and shook his head. "Nah, 'fraid not, kid. Never ran any tournament called that and I've certainly never met this Rojoe guy, either." Alwyn scratched the back of his head and couldn't hide the fact that he was severely disappointed. "Talk about a wild chocobo chase. Can't say I didn't try, though. Sorry for wasting your time, everyone." Alwyn then turned and walked, resting his staff on his shoulders. Guess those were just rumors after all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 13:41:46 GMT -5
The son of Zeus kept loose by stretching his arms, rotating his shoulders from time to time to jump right back into whatever else Phil had planned for him. Hercules wasn’t sure what the newcomer needed. He wasn’t sure what brought him here. He looked pretty out of place, but then again, Sora was the same way and he ended up being a good friend. Just like Sora , Hercules was sure that Phil could handle whatever the newcomer needed. Hercules had to find a way to temper his thoughts of leaving this world. However, whenever Hercules tried to, he couldn’t help but think about what was out there. All the different worlds and different people there; Hercules could do so much for everyone that was in this universe. It was then that Hercules’s thoughts had been tempered by the love of his live. He had felt a delicate touch upon his huge broad shoulder. Hercules’s eyes widened a little to the touch but when he looked behind him to see who it was, Hercules gave Meg his trademark smile. Hercules’s heart warmed whenever he saw Meg. It was then that he wondered what Meg have thought about leaving this planet to help Sora.
“Meg, do you ever wonder what’s out there? I mean, beyond our world? Do you ever wonder where Sora comes from?”, Hercules said, turning his whole body toward Meg; taking her hands into his own.
Hercules thought that if he could find someway to leave this planet, he could help other people in other worlds. He could help Sora take down the Heartless. He could be doing so much more, helping so much more people. If he could find a way to transcend worlds, he wouldn’t have to completely leave Greece. He could protect Greece. He could do all that he was meant to do. He could be the hero that he was always meant to be and this war with the Heartless could finally be put to rest. Darkness could be put to rest. Sora and Kairi could live normal lives instead of putting themselves in danger. Herc and Meg could begin their lives together too. Hercules would give anything to help in this fight but he had to find a way to get out of this world and to where Sora and his friends needed him. If he could get past that, Hercules could do some serious damage to Team Dark.
“I don’t know if I’m doing enough, Meg, but if I could find a way to…”, Hercules had been interrupted by what sounded like thunder and lightning.
Hercules looked over to see Phil getting shocked by what appeared to be lightning. Hercules wasn’t sure what happened but he definitely wasn’t ok with Phil getting shocked halfway to death. Hercules gently let go of his love’s hands and walked with purpose over to Phil and the man in question. Hercules stood beside Phil, crossing his arms over his big broad chest, silently letting the mystery man know that further actions similar to the one displayed upon Phil had better not happen again. The man in question also let it be known that he was looking for a friend. Hercules’s disposition lighten as well as his facial expression, wondering who he might be looking for. When Phil said that he didn’t know where he was, Hercules was all about letting the man walk away but his inner compassion led him to try to be of some help. Hercules walked forward, letting his gigantic arms rest to the sides of him.
“Hey, maybe we can still help. What does he look like? Where was the last time you saw him?”
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