http://olympian-herc.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olympian-herc.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2011-07-15 02:31 am
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True Heroism! The Olympian Way! Session 2, Period 3

This week, Hercules had the class gather in a secluded part of the preserve. Hey, it was summer, why coop the kids up in a classroom?

Hercules was again in his normal sash-skirt-sandals get-up, though he'd passed on the oil this week. That had just been for flash's sake. This week, however, he had his arsenal all on his person, instead of stowed. A great helm was held by a strap around his neck, but not worn on his head. The sword from last week was sheathed at his side. A quiver on his back held a bow and arrows, and on one arm he carried a round shield, highly engraved, with a cloth tied around and around the center, as if to cover the center of the shield.

Which was important, because accidentally turning his class to stone was a bad thing.

When the class gathered, it would have been hard of them to miss the fact that there was a small stack of crates behind their instructor.

"I did not become a hero just by being born the son of Zeus, much like young Percy here was not made a hero by matter of birth. Nor the mighty Warren because of his wings," Hercules said, before he paused. "Which reminds me, you two are now my official teaching assistants as of today!" Hercules grinned at that prospect. "You will both serve well, I think. And I won't lead you into horrible danger. At least, not in class!" He laughed at that, because Herc tended to love his own jokes.

"But I have digressed. It is not a matter of birth that makes a hero. It is not even the lofty goal. Those who persevere through stacked odds, terrible misfortunes, to achieve their selfless goals, that is one of the key elements in being heroic. So today, I will give you your own hardship through which you can persevere!"

He grinned, and gestured at the stack of crates. "In these crates are chocolate bars, bags of marshmallows, and packages of graham crackers. Everything one needs to make a s'more. But here's the trick... first you must break open the crates. And then you will need to start a fire. And while you do this, I will play the part of the bandit and plague your efforts. I promise not to use the shield of Perseus to full effect, though." He laughed.

"If you have any questions, best to ask them now."

And after questions were answered, Hercules declared. "Well, noble heroes and heroines, it is your quest to make the magical s'mores! Go forth!" And then he put on the Helmet of Hades and promptly became invisible.

Hey, no one said he was playing fair in his efforts to plague his class' efforts.

[ooc: Please wait for OCD! Class is up and open!]

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Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[identity profile] seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Percy started a bit at Hercules having a shield of Perseus especially when his sword had formally been the property of Hercules. Man, the Greeks were all about sharing, weren't they?

That whole thing took his mind off the teaching assistant stuff, at least. Now, he just had to figure out how to make s'mores.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[identity profile] trickydemigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
There might have been a huge eye roll when Percy got named as a TA. What a suck up.
wwiii: (Waaaaitaminute...)

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-07-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Warren was okay with being named a TA. He'd do his best to do the job, of course.

But the mighty Warren? What?

It's entirely possible that he blushed a little when he was singled out with a moniker like that, right in front of the class.

Re: Break Open the Crates

[identity profile] withasword.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Tools they might not have, but Kate had boots. Heavy, steel-toed boots.

That and no problem with kicking things until they did what she wanted them to do.

Re: Break Open the Crates

[identity profile] seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Percy wondered if he was allowed to use a sword that was oh so sneakily disguised as a pen right now. He watched Kate kicking at the crates for a few moments, amused.

"That working?" he wondered, pulling Riptide out of his pocket but keeping it a pen for now.

Re: Break Open the Crates

[identity profile] withasword.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate hesitated, glancing at Percy momentarily before she placed a last solid kick into the side of her chosen crate.

She eyed it critically for a second or two. It looked no different than it had before her onslaught.

"....I'm wearing it down."

Re: Break Open the Crates

[identity profile] seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, looks like it's really gonna give any minute," Percy agreed with a smirk. "Think we're allowed to use swords?"

[I might be a little slowish, apologies]
wwiii: (Wings)

Re: Break Open the Crates

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-07-15 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Breaking open a crate wouldn't be too hard, since Warren had gravity on his side. Or, heck, he could smash it open with a rock or even just kick it until the thing broke.

But flying was way more fun.

So, really, what he had to do was grab a crate, and then make his way to a nearby clearing that had enough room in it for him to spread his wings. That was going to be Warren's challenge.

Re: Build a Fire!

[identity profile] trickydemigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, the benefits of living on the streets. Luke totally knew how to build a fire out of whatever was laying around.

And also he could snap his fingers and come up with a lighter. That was useful.

Re: Build a Fire!

[identity profile] trickydemigod.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke jumped a little when Hercules became visible. Smooth.

"Yeah, I can. Got it from my dad," Luke said. "Hermes."