The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Hercules frowned more the closer he got, he was too busy worry about the birds now. Sure they were tiny any easily squishable under the might of his size 22. In fact the glowering glowing god was sure he could crush several at once however, that wasn’t who he was so he started to shuffle his feet the closer he got even reaching down and ‘shooing’ a few out of the way. These birds were so rude. Obstructing justice like this.
”Are you sure? This isn’t the first time we had crossed paths. In fact last time her and her brother had kidnapped and blackmailed other mortals.” he shifted his foot slightly as a bird took to sitting on his foot. His shoes were hard to come by and he had grown used to the comfort. Last thing he wanted was a bird dropping on them. His tattered pants swayed around him occasionally revealing more glowing sigils along his legs. ”Hpmh... very well.” he’d grant that request. Hercules was a merciful god. As much as he hated to admit it sometimes.
”It... it was lovely?” he questioned looking to the blonde who was still holding a knife to the harpy. They both cried, he was told that wasn’t a good way to ‘date’ so he was questioning his ability to do so now. Then again, he was one of the strongest most well renowned heroes in history. Clearly this was something else he was good at.
”Rrrrrgrgggghhhh!” Hercules grunted now that he was a lone feeling blood trickle down his wrists where the manacles cut into his flesh. ”Curse these chains! As if they were crafted in the fires of Hephaestus’s forge!” he tried to call his club again with little success he could feel the pull but it was weak barely noticeable to the god. He couldn’t even hear his masters thoughts. This was truly a frustrating situation the god found himself in. Somewhere his club fell over. Somewhere else a master turned his head in response to an echo hoping the god was near.
”Forgive me master!” he chided himself as he struggled more. The blood continued to drip as he struggled against the cold iron with the yellow glowing sigils. Ones that mirrored several tattoo’s on his perfected form. The god looked around the room of his ‘cell’ it looked similar to a doctors office however the floors were unfinished leading down to a drain. A window was above him, yet barred. The gurney to the side of the cell would be of little help. There wasn’t even anything to... Hercules looked over to the small domed metallic ‘hat’ that had been left on the floor, could that help him? No, there were no sharp edges. Not yet at least.
”Father, give me strength and watch over my master while I remained imprisoned in this cell!” he prayed as he took a deep breath and started to fight against the chains stepping on the metallic ‘hat’ and lifting it with his foot. ”Ha!” the god then struggled against his manacles and then launched it to the window as hard as he could. Not even a crack of the window. There were bars on it but he still hoped it would be enough for him to break the window so he could call out for help.
What a pathetic state he was in. He a god, slayer of giants and titans! Reduced to mortality. Speaking of which he felt a little lightheaded at this point the healing was slowed and the blood continued to drip from his cuffs. One thing was for sure, this would go down as his most complicated trial. ”No chains can hold me!” he struggled one last time roaring loudly.
The glowing didn’t stop when the birds descended. Hercules wouldn’t allow it he was angry now and the world should know when the god was angry. He could cry his outrage further but he just wanted to hit something. To make something feel his fury. The birds were not the cause of his anger so they would not be the ones to receive the brunt of it so he waited till they dissipated. Called off by his date. It was then clear who was in control here and it further upset the deity because it wasn’t him.
When the birds fell silent glowing green eyes locked on the harpy’s wings wrapped around them like a shield as if it was sturdy enough to hold up to his Herculean might. No shield, barrier or fortress was a match for him. He was the mighty Hercules! Prince of power! Son of Zeus! Nothing could stop him once he set his mind to something and right now his mind was focused on freeing his date and making sure the harpy would pay for wronging him.
The wings unfolded upon Liz’s request and his anger quickly subsided when he spotted the knife to her throat. ”Ha!” boomed the boisterous demi-god upon further analyzing of the situation. The Club was slammed down so the handle remained upright. Fine no club. He’d just settle for her wings as trophies. ”It seems she was no match for you Elizabeth, are you injured? Her wings are poisonous.” the god strode over ready to leap should the harpy try flying again.
”Allow me the honor of finishing her off!” Hercules said as he slowed his gait towards them. ”I think her wings would be more than sufficient to teach her a lesson.” Hercules folded his arms not wanting to step closer less he’d step on one of the many birds that still filled the rooftop with them. ”It will serve as a warning to others. Do not cross a god. Especially one who was on a his first date in over a century!”
”Free me and I will grant you a swift death, abomination!” the god boomed as someone slid some food into the small room. Normally the god would have been able to break out of these puny chains, the cardboard like wall of concrete and eventually dig himself out from where he was chained.
All things being said this wasn’t the worst prison he been chained in. At least he couldn’t hear the wails of lament from the dead who had things left undone. This place was no hell however... even his uncle Hades wouldn’t have done the things he had seen. This man was no healer.... he was a monster.
The food didn’t look appetizing, no doubt it was laced with poison or some drug to put him under again. Fool the prince of power once shame on him. Fool the demi-god four times shame on them. He didn’t need to eat, or sleep his master channeled enough for the god to survive for weeks without either. Even with his power being dampened the god could survive for another few days before he had to start consuming food again.
There was a low growl at the door followed by the creaking of a sturdy metallic door. “I’m impressed you still have the strength to resist the temptation of food... clearly those sigils and runes littered about your body allow you to reserve your energy. I don’t know how but the wounds I inflicted on you already seemed to have healed. Most of them were pretty deep. I wonder... has your kidney grown back?” asked Dr. Cama as the humanoid wolf creature at his feet hissed at the imprisoned deity before them.
”That poor creature.” Hercules said tears starting to run down his face. It was littered with scars and had a rabid look to it. ”I will free you from pain when I get free.” ignoring the questions posed to him. “See, I’m positive that will be impossible. For you will never be so long as I have questions about your form. My patrons are curious how you can do the things you do as well as I. You’re just... fascinating!” his glasses caught a glare as one lone gold tooth shined in the dim light.
”I am perfection I know, however the sins you have committed to these poor mortals have enraged me and you will know no peace!” he shouted as he tired to struggled against the chains again. His formed glowed for a moment then flickered out as he tried break the two around his arms by pulling from the wall with all his might. ”No prison can hold me!” he shouted feeling the chains dig into his flesh as he did so.
“Maybe not, but I have no doubt I’ll be able to figure you out before then.” the doctor said as he closed the door behind him. Hercules roared as the door shut again pulling at all the chains this time. The sigils on the chains glowed yellow as he struggled more.
Hercules flew over them and through the flock of birds as he cut through the air. At this rate he’d fly for another few seconds before Gaia and her precious gravity tried to take hold of him again. The giant frowned as he tried to redirect himself in the air having little ability to do so. Even when he was a god very few could fly even fewer were immune to gravity. Hercules however had learned something from one of the other gods, one while he was an equal in strength was still considered lesser to him.
”Club!” the club changed direction midflight as Hercules continued to ascend to the heavens. The club met his grip and he turned the thing in his hand and threw it downwards but held onto the handle speeding his descent downwards. He was falling now. As always, superior to Thor. Who only had a hammer to swing. Hercules had about two feet of reach on him meaning he was better.
Glowing green eyes found and followed his date as she two descended to the building he leapt from seconds before. They were... landing? Has the harpy finally come to her senses? Did she finally understand the futility of it all. The chiseled form of excellence would have hunted her the way Cerberus hunted an escapee from the pits of hell. Will still had a long life ahead of him. Granted shorter that they had their pact but it would still be long enough for him to capture the Harpy should some ill will befall his date.
”I SAID UNHAND HER!” Hercules shouted as he threw the club again upwards at the last second to minimize the crater he’d create in the roof. Mortals had enough to deal with than clean up his mess, even if it was considered an honor. When he landed the roof impacted a little, his stance caused his suit pants to rip along the seams giving him a wild look.
”CLUB!” he raised his hand calling his weapon again as he strode over to the two his form glowing bright green. He was angry. The harpy would not know rest until Elizabeth returned to him unharmed.
”It was foolish of you Harpy to return to the ground where I have the advantage, you would have lost to me again if you continued to fly. However, it was wise of you to give up! Be grateful!” Hercules boomed as he read the woman her last rights, ”I am a benevolent god! Be lucky it was only me you crossed today! You will suffer little!” the club reached his hand with a ‘crack’ from the impact of catching the hardened weapon.
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Upon entry the giant of a god sauntered into the building and was greeted Bubbles. She was even more attractive than she sounded on the phone. Hercules ignored the other women and the man for a moment. Not that they all didn’t warrant his attention but his point of contact was indeed Bubbles and he wanted to show his potential future master he was indeed attentive while being surrounded by others.
Hercules set his club down against the wall with a loud ‘thud’ his muscles continued to practically teat out of the Hawaiian shirt. ”Bubbles!” he said committing her name to memory now that he had a face. She was indeed bubbly the way she skipped over to him. Towering over her he too the offered hand delicately not because she was a woman but because he could crush boulders with ease. After a soft but firm shake, ”It is truly an honor to meet you.” he kept eye contact and a warm smile before being introduced to the others.
”Chasity! Peaches! Bambi!” he mock bowed and then waved to each and everyone of them. The prince of power noticed the man off to the side, the one that let him in and Hercules gave a friendly wave to him as well. ”What I have to offer?” Hercules asked grinning all too confident in his appearance. ”Far more than just what meets the eye! he said bowing and stepping away from Bubbles and strutting over to the stage closest his potential masters. Could there be a better location to show off his form that was sculpted by the gods. ”Ha! A stage! Perfect! Allow me to demonstrate!”
”As we discussed Bubbles, I am looking for new masters and I hope one if not all of you can handle the burden!” the god boomed to not only Bubbles but to all in attendance. Once he was center stage he stopped and flexed his chest causing the top three buttons to rip. The poor buttons didn’t stand a chance they all shot off in different directions as he flexed one bicep then the other. On cue the shirt ripped around the arms showing off his tattooed form one sleeve then the other.
Leaning back the remaining front of the shirt gave way sending the rest of the buttons through the air. His tattoos weren’t glowing green yet, however the continued to shift and move along his body as they normally did. ”I can only show off this way once per shirt!” Hercules said finally turning and flexing the rest of his body. His pants groaned under the stress as the rest of the shirt ripped free revealing more of his trials that were imprinted and shifted along his back. ”Hopefully it’s sacrifice won’t be in vein!”
Hercules turned towards the women and struck another pose then spoke, ”Are there any requests? I’d like to show off a bit for my potential masters before we come to an agreement!” he bellowed as he went into another pose this time placing his hands on his hips. His attention shifted to the pole near him. Should he bend it? Would that have impressed them?
The leaping god of might landed and cratered slightly into the roof. He staggered slightly trying to minimize the damage of the building. While he was a shining god of willpower he still had a job to protect others and cratering through a building would hurt others. Besides why would he want to go through the building when the winged woman and his date was above him in the sky somewhere. Hercules looked down gauged how much roof he had then to the surrounding buildings which also meant taking his eyes off the target.
The poisonous harpy needed Elizabeth, she needed Hercules to free Brazen something that he wouldn’t do. She didn’t know that. She just had to keep Elizabeth alive for three days. Which meant he had some time if they escaped. His head was racing, he tried to calm himself but failed many times. Someone was taken from him. On his first date of the era. It was supposed to be a good one. “Squeak!” his attention dropped back to the rat held in his hand. Was he squeezing too hard? No. He made sure not to harm it.
”Apologies little one! I need to find her!” he brought the rat closer to his face so he could gaze in it’s tiny beady little eyes. ”Help me please. Her name is Elizabeth and she is super kind and can talk to animals. Aid me in my search! Elizabeth I am coming!” The rat’s heartbeat raced in his hand and he loosened his grip slightly and held the rat to the sky. As if on cue some birds nearby flew upward. They were pigeons and they flew up. Not to another building.
”HA! Thank you furry friend!” the rat had nothing to do with it. Hercules was starting to wonder if all animals could talk to each other. That was a question for Elizabeth when he found her. The swarm of birds circled and the God found his brightest star in the sky. He had found Elizabeth.
Lowering to the ground in a squat he released the rat, ”I can not bring you on this rescue, for I need both hands.” he said watching the rat jump to the ground and scurry away. ”Just let her know I see her and I shall be there in a moment!” “Squeeee” ”Thank you friend! I shall return with cheese!” because that was what they liked, so said television!
The fibers of his pants groaned and started to break at the seams as the squat continued. ”Elizabeth!!!!!” the god roared as he pushed off with all his might and launched into the flock of birds. ”I said unhand her HARPY!” One hand reached out as he flew through the air, the other called his club back after launching it.
A vein popped in the god’s forehead as he looked up at the pair, both captor and captive. His eyes ignored the woman whose name he had already forgot. It was razor something and her wings were poisonous. She fought dirty and was a criminal, a villain! One who’d use her gifts to harm and scare rather than help and encourage. The exact opposite he had seen in Elizabeth. It was his fault she was in this position.
>>> “Not until Brazen is back on the streets!”
His bright glow caught the attention of others, cars stopped on the street and pulled out their phones others ran knowing a fight between overpowered beings when they saw it. His rage subsided for a moment and he locked eyes with Elizabeth for a moment. Offering an apology of sorts for getting into this. He didn’t have the power to put Brazen on the streets not without going against everything he believed in. Unfortunately for Hercules he couldn’t do that his will would not allow it.
His club was still flying after the summon. His hand didn’t move but he flexed it slightly causing his hand to glow more. ’Herc?!?’ the voice of his young master echoed in his mind. Hercules needed to stall till his weapon was close. ’Elizabeth is in danger! I need to free her!’ the god shifted his eyes back to Razorbeak and his body glowed brighter. ’Take my power! Save her!’
”Brazen is where he belongs. I regret not turning you in as well. It is a shame that had been weighing heavy on my shoulders ever since! You had a chance to return to a life without crime and squandered the second chance I gave you... you will not get another!” the god flexed and pushed down to the ground. ”RELEASE HER NOW!” the pavement groaned under the weight he was pushing down and he froze for a second as the pair flew off again followed by a pack of birds. Hercules looked around for a second grabbed the closest thing he could see, a rat scurrying by. In his other hand the club ‘whooshed’ into place and the god leapt causing the concrete to crack as he leapt.
”Apologies little rat, I have need of your assistance!” the rat was in a state of panic after he was scooped up and tried frantically to bite it’s way free with no luck. The glowing god of strength was surprisingly gentle in holding the creature in his massive hand. ”My date was stolen from me! We must rescue her!” the rat squeaked in terror and bite again in response. ”If the birds can’t show me where she is maybe you can!” he said zooming through the air towards the building they were on seconds ago.
The people who stopped to watch just say a massive guy pick up a rat, and shoot into the air like a glowing behemoth. ”Elizabeth! I am coming to save you!” he shouted at the rat hoping that she was listening despite being well out of reach now. The god spotted the flock of birds and charged hoping from rooftop to rooftop. On one of his jumps to the next building he launched his club in their direction making sure not to hit any flying creature. He did not want to hurt the birds or Elizabeth.
The ancient hero made note of all the topics that were best to be avoided on dates that would make them bad. Religion? Technically they talked about him and his fellow immortals, they both did indeed cry a bit but it was a normal human emotion so why was it so bad? Then there was his talks of kings. Yeah, he checked all three meaning without realizing the Immortal did make the date a bad one. It was nice though that Elizabeth didn’t seem to care. Now he knew of the topics best avoided for dates in the future.
The god took another bite then almost choked on it as the scene changed rather quickly. He felt it, killing intent. He was in a fight now. He ignored the glass shattering his body alright lighting up under the tight suit. Hercules was never the fastest but he had been in enough brawls in his life with his brother Hermes to know what to look for when someone was faster than you. Hercules blinked and dropped the fork and the remainder of the food with it.
Elizabeth was the clearly the target, for she now was embraced with the woman with poisonous wings. A foe he had already bested rather easily. ”Elizabeth!” Hercules shouted as the two figures vanished back through the window that now scattered the nice clean floors of the restaurant. ”Apologies!” Hercules shouted to the guests and stood while the clothing on his torso ripped itself free from the sudden movement and increase in size as he flexed. The fabric didn't stand a chance.
His eyes were cold now, battle hardened. While he pledged to protect mortals he knew some didn’t deserved to be saved. If the winged woman hurt one hair on Elizabeth's head...
The god stepped over the ledge of the broken window and exited the restaurant his glow brighter than usual given his current state of rage. His cold angry eyes sparkled as he looked up to the woman with metallic wings. ”I will give you one warning before I end you. SET. HER. DOWN. GENTLEY. NOW!” he didn’t need to be polite. The woman was dangerous and he was fond of Elizabeth, he roared and held up his hand for his weapon to be summoned.
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The giant smiled with his pearly whites and chuckled along with her sudden laughter at the question more because they weren’t watching a sad movie at this point and he wasn’t supposed to cry. ”Oh? So... this is a bad one then?” he raised an eyebrow in response. It would be a first for the god of strength, for how could anyone be disappointed in he? He caught his reflection and almost got distracted by it.
”I shall be on my best behavior then!” he boasted as the waiter approached with their food. The dish did include lamb. His eyes focused on the dishes as they were set in front of each other. Hercules waited a moment as the waiter offered cheese and black pepper confused by the custom. Would it not be simpler to add it into the dish as they made it? The Demi-god locked eyes with Elizabeth not sure what to say before finally accepting the offer.
He had studied fine dining with William, or at least he was corrected for his methods of dining. One of the reasons he enjoyed pizza and hotdogs and all the other New-Yorker food so much, eating with one’s hands was just easier. ”It looks vibrant!” he said studying the plate not sure where to start. Lifting the fork and then the spoon as to not fling pasta sauce everywhere. Rolling some pasta he took a bite and swallowed.
”Fit for the gods.” he said practically swooning as he took another bite making sure not to talk with his mouth full. It was considered rude and many things have been said about the god but he was never rude.
By the end of her recollection of her dream the god started to cry again letting the tears roll down his chiseled cheek bones. She was by his definition as human, mortal as one could be and the fact that she could know and feel so much... it has been so long since he felt such joy that this was who he had chosen to protect. One that had stepped in the realm of immortality but then shunned it for not wanting to lose one’s self.
”I shall consider it.” he agreed his eyes still flowing with tears. He didn’t sob or make any noise. They were tears in silence as he gazed at the remarkable woman before him. The inheritor of Olympus didn’t say what he wanted to in that moment, that the ways of mortals were closed off to him. The little things that made the seconds that passed so quickly were like a blink of an eye to the hulking mound of perfection.
”I will never forget.” he nodded and released her hand. ”This is part of my burden.” he said somberly. ”I might not age as the world around me does but I will never forget this moment. Thank you, Elizabeth. This will be one of my more cherished ones.” he said making a note never to forget this conversation or the look of the blonde before him. Elizabeth, queen of the Lizard- no queen of life.
”It doesn’t hurt to be reminded that I’m not alone.” he smiled warmly the tears no longer flowing. ”It was one of the reasons I but heads with the other gods so much. Most of them chose to forget. It was never something that came easy to me.”
”Is this what dates are like in this era?” he mused, recalling less crying the last time he was courting someone.
”It is quiet alright.” Hercules said holding up a hand with a sincere smile. Most mortals never took his weight into account when choosing anything. They just saw him as massive. As they should! He was after all but that also meant that he’d forever have to fight doorframes and chairs for mortals. A burden he was fine with so as long as he got to see his charges grow and adapt.
”So you two are cursed then.” he nodded somberly and then nodded his head folding his arms and stretching the heck out of his clothing. One could almost hear a few threads break. ”It was fortuitous we met then.” he nodded his head again. The god listened to her describe the needs and wants of the critters she could hear and feel. It saddened the god to see her burdened with so much that when he saw her eyes he started to cry.
”I have seen empires rise and fall, so much so I often tire from seeing petty squabbles and people acting selfishly. Children grow old and die, loved ones meeting for the first time... All is dust in the wind. It is rare that there are ones and things to stand the test of time. It’s why I have deemed my purpose to protect you mortals. Life is so short as it is. You all need protecting so you can enjoy every moment of it.” he said truthfully.
”I always knew I was destined for something more. I could feel it since I was a child. That, I was stronger, sturdier than all those around me. I saw people become frail with age, get injured easily. I never experienced it. By the time I was seven I could lift fully loaded wagons over my head and carry them for miles with ease.” he said truthfully.
”Do you not consider yourself human and think the same thing?” he asked in response to her question noticing the fidgeting of the napkin. ”If anything you know better than I about what humans are capable of. When I was younger I thought the gods could solve problem before them with ease that they were kind and benevolent. It was after the first time out in the water I discovered how cruel they could be. To have let sea serpents, sirens and other beasts roam free. Feasting on man.” he shook his head.
”While I am a god, I still have trouble comparing myself to them. Unlike them I remembered what it was like to be mortal. To fear what comes next. They have never thought of such things. Which is why I have always strived to help protect those that I envy so.” he said reaching for her hand to still the fidgeting.
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The god’s face turned a little red when he looked from the pieces of chair that were on the ground. A massive hand scratched the back of his head as he bowed his head in response to the other chair. ”Let’s hope this one is a little sturdier than this one.” Hercules bent down and gathered the pieces of the broken chair and put them in a nice pile for him to clean up later. It wasn’t the restaurants fault that they didn’t build chairs that could rival his weight.
”While it did take me some time to recover from the weight of the world I’m glad I learned from it. I learned not to challenge titans after that. Even gods have their limits.” even if he was able to push past his not all gods were as strong as he. ”It was a good opportunity for me, it also showed me how cruel the gods can be.” he sighed and grabbed the other chair and put it on top of the pile of broken furniture then sat back down. This time there was no ‘creaking’ from the chair. It seemed this one had the power to support the god.
”I take it you can hear them then?” he asked looking through the window to the dog who leapt and started barking. The god could just barely hear him over the noise of the restaurant and the city outside. ”Are they simple as mortals?” he asked knowing how that sounded. The god didn’t exactly view himself as one anymore and while he still had a lot of similar thoughts and feelings he often didn’t act upon them. He was to protect them, all of them meaning he often sacrificed his needs for others. Something that not all mortals were capable of. They were flawed and that was why Hercules felt duty bound to help them.
”You have a beautiful laugh by the way.” he said chuckling. ”It’s infectious.”
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The god agreed and nodded his head at her repeating his age, ”Yes, I might look a little older but that is only because I enjoy being out in the sun.” he said matter of factly. It was in fact one of his favorite things about this plane of existence. Feeling the sun on your body as it rises and then cools as it sets.
”I.... I’m sorry Elizabeth. I didn’t know.” he started to cry for her for a moment. It was sad, to be so young and have experienced a loss like that. The god didn’t lose his wife or his son till he ascended even then his tears could have drowned the world. ”Apologies.” he wanted to know more about her sister but kept the questions to himself for now. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Such topics should be avoided on a date.
This was the one that he had the hardest time with. Atlas not only held the world up but he heard everything from everyone. Literally holding everything on his shoulders. It was also the most difficult to explain. ”With Great strength!” he said glad for the topic change but also sad when he thought about Atlas still holding his burden alone frozen in place and time.
”The burden I shared was only for a time and no, it wasn’t me just holding up the sky preventing it from crashing into the earth and wiping out everything to make way for something else. That part was easy, it was the other aspect of his curse that was the problem I dealt with. While one held up the sky you could also hear everything, feel everything from everyone and everything. Hopes, dreams, the kindness to a stranger the love for a child or a spouse. While some of it was tolerable you also felt everything else. Fear, anger, greed. I could hear everything, feel everything, and while it was only for a week if I hadn’t ascended at that point I fear I would have lost my mind. I thought an eternity had passed feeling all that love and loss from every living being on the planet. It was then I was relieved from his burden. Atlas had enough time to recover.” he sighed.
”The arrogance of youth had inspired me to challenge the titan and he was all but happy to teach this foolish deity a lesson.” he leaned forward a bit and then heard a crack of the chair under his weight and fell slightly as the chair collapsed under him. Hercules recovered by performing a slight squat. ”Apologies.” he said as he stood up and looked down to the chair.
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The god was caught off guard at the comment and raised an eyebrow. ”That’s what we used to call those who were skilled in spells and potions.” Hercules said trying to recall what deity Madea worshipped. The more he thought about it the more he tried to ignore it. He knew who she was. She was the one who had cursed him.
”Do you create elixers and potions along with charming animals?” he chuckled, ”A witch was a proffession in our time. A healer of sorts. They are form a balance.” he said before leaning forward in his chair a bit, ”Just because you can charm me doesn’t mean you are a witch.” he didn’t sense the flow of magic around her. He might have also called himself and animal with that statement.
”Here, here!” he said toasting. He two raised the glass and took a sip from his water. The god lowered his glass goblet and set it on the table and leaned back in his chair.
”32 by your standards.” he said, age and time no longer had any effect on him. They were things he knew about but they were different then they were to Elizabeth and the other mortals he had come to know. ”I always was blessed with strength and durability. When I finally ascended to god-hood I was blessed by my father and the others of the pantheon. I glowed differnelty back then. More of a golden light instead of” he activated his glow to show off, the skin under his clothing glowed and a few tattoos on his neck lit up and shifted about before he turned it off.
”I stopped being affected by time after that. Wounds healed almost instantly and my power increased a thousand fold. I could move mountains.” he said boasting now, ”I was even tricked by Atlas to ‘hold the world’.” he said chuckling. His inflection would probably raise more questions. The god knew he was impressive but this was a date. He wanted to know more about the woman before him.
”Tell me Elizabeth, when did you first learn you could control animals?”