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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!]
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:
Re: Break Open the Crates
It didn't take her long to scrape together leaves and a few pieces of wood, douse them with fluid and toss a match on the whole damn lot.
Some people might call it weird. Kate called it 'prepared'.
"Tada!" she repeated back at Percy.
Re: Break Open the Crates
Re: Break Open the Crates
Voron's first rule: only take what you can carry. Kate had learned to stretch that advice right to its limit.
Re: Break Open the Crates
Re: Break Open the Crates
"Too bad if it hurts your delicate fashionista sensibilities."