fandomhigh | True Heroism! The Olympian Way! Session 1, Period 3

Hercules had the class gather in a clearing in the preserve, since he preferred the outdoors. He was back in his 'heroic' outfit, the sash, the skirt, the sandals. And the oiled chest. Watch those pecs glisten.

He had a duffel bag nearby, with his secret arsenal of literally mythic proportions. But that was not the main point. Once everyone had gathered, he clapped his hands, then pointed dramatically to the horizon.

"I am Hercules, son of Zeus. I am the Lion of Olympus, the former Prince of Power, hero to all. I have bested the poncy haired Thor in combat, defeated those who would destroy our universe, and spent my Olympian fortunes to help those who were most in need. I am the Hercules who beat the Nemean Lion, the many-headed hydra, and the Stymphalian birds. I was a member of the Argonauts, the Avengers, the Champions of Los Angeles, and a former worker for Damage Control. And that's just the flashiest part."

He laughed a hearty laugh, his chest rising and falling with each great guffaw from his lungs. "You are all here because you are to become heroes, or to test your heroic mettle. And while I would never say I am the greatest hero of all, I am one of the most... classic. Today is mainly a day of introductions, both literally and in regards to what I intend to teach. As a hero, while humility is of course a great virtue to uphold, it is important to strike a chord when you introduce yourself to your foe. Assuming your foe understands your tongue, of course."

He reached into his duffel bag and produced his sword, the edge of which looked impossibly sharp. He wielded it with skill, and did a few chops in the air with it. "If I were to leap out at a mugger and say 'Woe to you, I am Jeff, and I like pudding', they aren't really going to be intimidated. They may laugh, but they will not fear. If instead, I leap out and say 'Today you will taste the steel of Hercules, unless you throw down your weapon and surrender!', there may be a bit more of a reaction. So remember, keep it cool, keep it strong, and soon your name will be spread amongst evildoers as one to be feared. And the good people will know your name and start to praise it from town to town. Also a good benefit."

He grinned, then lowered the sword. "Now I want you all to introduce yourselves as fiercely as possible. Then, please share your level of experience in heroism, and what you think makes you a hero." He grinned. "Whoever wishes to start, start."

[ooc: ~~Wait for OCD plz~~ Class is open and ready to go!]

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Your teacher isn't wearing pants, has oiled muscles, and just claimed to be a mythical hero. What do you do?

Well, if you were Percy, you were going to stare at a guy who was calling himself Hercules. As far as he knew, Hercules wasn't around anymore and Percy was carrying a sword that had once belonged to him.

Thankfully, the staring at Hercules got his mind off the fact that he was in a class with two people he really didn't want to be around so there was some good in the staring.

This guy was in no way the Hercules who Nico had expected when he'd seen his schedule, thank the gods. Not that he was really in need of a course on heroism that involved both Percy and Luke, but Nico thought maybe he could stick to the back of the group, blending in with a tree or two.

Luke so didn't have the patience to deal with this at the moment. The weirdo teacher barely pinged on his radar (which was saying something more about how long he'd been here than his mood) and he didn't even question the guy's claims. He was too busy pretending Percy didn't exist.

Which, frankly, took a lot of effort.

The lack of pants and the oiled muscles didn't bother Alexander too much; it was the sort of thing he was actually used to seeing.

Then again, this was a boy who was bringing a bronze resin cat statue (http://www.thecatgallery.co.uk/acatalog/info_46649.html) with him to class.

And he actually though yelling out that you liked pudding could be an effective way to defeat your enemy. You could overpower them while they were too busy laughing. Not that he expected he'd be trying that tactic himself, any time soon.

Unlike certain demigods, this was exactly what Bobby expected of a guy calling himself Hercules. He found himself smirking and there may have even been an amused eyeroll at the lecture. Classic Herc, all right.

Mmmm, oiled muscles.

Juliet wasn't sure how exactly she'd ended up in this class; being a hero mostly sounded messy. But she was content to go along for what promised to be an insane ride.

Simon was staring, mostly.

Yes, even after having jumped out of a plane in his morning class.

Man, this guy reminded her of the uber-nubs she'd wrestled in Alexandria.

Only, you know, maybe a little bit shinier.

What was it with these dudes and oil, anyway?

... Herc was way less horrifying at the welcome picnic when he'd tackled Warren for a noogie, Warren decided.

His chest was so shiny.

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