Aura ran her fingers down her arm and over the shoulder wound she had been given by Malachi. She was grateful for the Mansion Doctor but her mind still told her the wound should remain. Her power ensured it was rare she was injured physically or bled. It had been a rare day in so many ways and now that she could relax and knew theyr had suffered no deaths, she allowed the enjoyment of the day fill her. She glanced up at the Tv which had moved to play a scene of the Giant Mech and herself. "So glad i wore pants today" she said to herself but loud enough for anyone to hear.

She glanced at Herculees as the large loud man talked. The guy had been Aura's first and really only possative interaction with the witch blood, though that many fought on the Mansion side spoke volumes for them and Her Large friend despite delusions seemed like an over all good person. She patted Herculees on his arm. "Funny how we always seem to find each other in such places My Large friend, surrounded my lovely flowers of womanhood. Aura was awful at small talk but she was trying.

She turned to Amelia. "And you my Well Dressed Friend, it is good to see you, last we talked we were sharing a dance with that Witch blood Juggernaut at the prison, thanks again for the ride" she said offering a smile. She would not of minded a private dance with either of the two ot almost anyone she saw in the group at that moment, even Zek.

Aura orderd another shot, bu waived away the glass instead forming a glass from her aura in her hand and had the bartender poor it into the aura glass. "Friend Zek, may i ask where you got that wondrous armory we used against the giant tenticle monster we fought?" she said overhearing the word and decideing it actually git really well despite.

"Our Gorgeous friend is correct My Gooey friend. Their are none who should not feel pride in helping to fight this day and i saw what you did with the whale, will you grow bacl to that size?" she asked the green goo girl in front of her. She was unsure if she had met her before and the Beautiful woman speaking with her she knew she had not met.

He smiled at Hercules. Throwing the club, holding on? Interesting magic. Nice take on a classic. And he relied on masters? Interesting. Noted for future… notes. A mystic who draws powers from others.

He drew his power from runes or gestures. From other people? That was something else. The two were Serena, and the one behind the counter serving drinks. He thought her name was Madison? Okay.

The portal guy commented on Hercules’ age. Being alive for centuries. Something to ask about—

Zek kept talking.

August looked at the guy eating hot wings and suggesting names. He smiled cheekily.

“Hex-force, hexestentislists. Good ones.” He said. Then pointedly glanced around. “But you’re missing the obvious one for a place called Hexes and Hos. My dear man, the team would have to be called the Hex Workers.”

Yeah. That sure was a name alright. He nabbed a wing or two on his own little plate, and just sort of vanished into his drink.


“So Hercules.” He said, after a few moments. “Like, The Hercules. Alive forever, the Demi-god who did trials of the gods. Nemeian lion, Megara, et cetera. That guy? When in your long life did they teach you to have a club pull you off the ground? Interesting magic trick for sure.”

The smaller man was right. He did need to get out more, ”I do!” followed by another. boisterous laugh ”Not much sitting to be had surely you have heard of my labors!” maybe he should recount them?

Hercules smiled to Aura when she patted him on the arm. ”Indeed! What a time to be alive!” he said glad he indeed have so many friends around. It reminded him of his previous battles, friends lost and found. Part of him was starting to wish he could see some of them again.

They discussed names for the fellow mystics here. Hercules was just happy to be there included in the festivities with his masters and new friends.

August spoke of one of his labors, so he would no longer have to recount them. Good, it felt like bragging sometimes and Hercules was told to be more modest. Which was silly. He was always modest! Hercules flexed at the mention of the lion revealing the shifting image of the creature on one of his biceps. It moved along, under and over the runes as they shifted across his chest.

His demeanor changed from one of proud to one of shame in a single sentence from August. The dim green glow he used seconds ago to show off his labors died almost instantly. His chest deflated and his eyes sad, ”....One and the same.... thank you...” the son of Zues eyes started to water. His family was always on his mind. Now it was at the front of it. Along with the loss of the mansion.

”I.. I was inspired, by another god from another pantheon.”