fandomhigh | True Heroism! The Olympian Way! Session 7. Period 3

For today's final, Hercules again directed the class into the Danger Shop.

"We have done many things, fought dragons, rescued kittens, designed outfits. But this class is also about the Olympian way, so today we go to the great deeds of Olympic heroes. And I don't mean those of Jesse Owens, whose deeds were that of legend as well."

He grinned as he gestured to what lay ahead of them. In front of the class was a big wooden door, the kind one would normally expect in front of a dungeon. But surely they'd done a dungeon already?

"Ahead of you lies the mighty labyrinth, that which Theseus conquered," Hercules said. "Ah, but you are thinking, 'Hercules, why not one of your own triumphs?'. Those I am saving for my fall class. This... this is a classic. You should be happy I did not pick Icarus! Though... Warren here would be at an unfair advantage, there." He laughed.

"The task is almost sheer elegance in its simplicity," Hercules said. "Get to the center of the labyrinth, where there is punch and pie."

He pressed open the doors to the labyrinth.

"Oh, and there is a minotaur in there. And some trolls. And a few goblins. Just to make it interesting."

He laughed, and gestured for the class to enter.

"I shall see you at the center!"

[ooc: ~~OCD first, por favor~~ Open class! Woo!]

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Warren could tell.

"If you weren't about ten times my size and a teacher, I might actually be considering trying to punch you," he shared, not entirely unpleasantly but with complete sincerity.

It had been that kind of month.

Hercules' mirth dropped, and he gave his young friend a brief look of inquiry.

"Would it make you feel better to do so?" he asked.

Hey, he'd take a punch for his friend's wellbeing.

For about a half-second, Warren looked just slightly tempted. And then, a moment later, his shook his head, shoulders drooping a bit, gaze falling to the floor.

That kind of month. The very, very long kind.

"No," he admitted, "probably not. Not really. I'm just..." Tired. Stupid. He saw bodies when he closed his eyes and nothing seemed quite vivid enough when he opened them again. Mutant. Landen. Monster. Child. "Frustrated with myself. That's not your fault."

"No, it is not," Hercules said. "But it does have me concerned. Obviously the classroom is not the place to discuss this, but... I would like to hear about what troubles you. If you would talk with me, of course."

It took a few moments more, but Warren did look up again eventually, quietly appraising the look on Hercules' face.

And then he nodded a little bit.

"I'm not very good at talking, though," he cautioned. Because apparently that was something that was supposed to be some sort of big deal. In Warren-land.

"Neither am I," Hercules said. "But I am told I can be a very good listener."

"Well... then, I think I'll take you up on that," Warren decided, offering Hercules a tiny smile. "When we're not in the middle of class, huh?"

"When not in class," Hercules replied with a nod. "For now... have some pie!"

That man's mood could swing on a dime.

It could, but that was kind of refreshing, in a way. Warren smiled a little, nodded, and took a thoughtful look at the selection.

"... Thanks."

That time, he actually meant it.

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