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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.
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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:

Make S'mores.
Break Open the Crates
Just don't leave an open crate unattended, or else the contents might start floating away... carried by an invisible Hercules.
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That and no problem with kicking things until they did what she wanted them to do.
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"That working?" he wondered, pulling Riptide out of his pocket but keeping it a pen for now.
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She eyed it critically for a second or two. It looked no different than it had before her onslaught.
"....I'm wearing it down."
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[I might be a little slowish, apologies]
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"Mine doesn't smuggle easily." It was unfortunately glowy and noticable. "Hence the kicking." She shrugged, "But they didn't say not to..."
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"True." He was still hesitant. "This sword...might get his attention. It, uh, used to be his. Well, not his, but Hercules'."
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"But do you have any better ideas?"
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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.
Build a Fire!
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And also he could snap his fingers and come up with a lighter. That was useful.
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"You have the ability to summon objects?" he asked.
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"Yeah, I can. Got it from my dad," Luke said. "Hermes."
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He looked around the rest of the class. "You do not know anyone here who is the son or daughter of Ares, do you? Or Athena?"
Those would be the ones he'd be wary of.
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"I suppose if I tried to take your lighter, you'd be able to simply summon it back," he mused out loud. "Perhaps I should fetch a bucket of water to stop the fire..."
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Or not so accidentally.
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Yes, he was contemplating strategy during the middle of the activity, out loud, with a student. Hercules was smarter after all his recent hardships, but today he was almost back to his 'punch first, ask questions when punching isn't needed any more' sort of tactics.
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He laughed at that. "Or cousin on cousin. But shhhh. I was never here."
And he put his helm back on to go do more invisible shenanigans.
Actually Make the S'mores!
While invisible. The jerk.
Or perhaps you'll luck out and just get to enjoy the tasty reward of your efforts.