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?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The demi-god lowered his hand after the other hero made no motion to take it. What was it with mortal’s being so rude. Everyone used to introduced themselves to everyone back when he was first started out engaging in heroism. It was all in a good handshake you could tell what kind of person you were fighting alongside when they threatened to break your hand with a firm shake. Hercules decided it was time he started bringing that back. Just not now.
”No! Thank you! Here I was thinking this era was out of heroes! What with all the villainy! Rex. Rex of the Inferno.” he committed the name and power to memory. The son of Zeus clapped his hands together,(it was loud but he wasn’t attempting a sonic boom this time) ”I had the task in hand though. If only they were more of a challenge.”
Hercules puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips as stood over the pair one in an arm lock. A good one. Maybe Rex of the Inferno engaged in sparring? Giving him a once over Hercules’s smile faded. He was a little scrawny though. Hardley a challenge for an immortal such as he.
”I’m told with cooperation things could be easier on you.” he had been watching a lot of crime scene dramas lately and they never lied from what he could tell. Walking over and lifting the villain ready to talk Hercules righted him and brushed off a little mud that had accumulated on his shoulder.
”Brazen.” he repeated more for himself. ”Little honor is to be had by threatening ones family. Tell me where may I find this Brazen? We may be able to protect your loved ones by taking the initiative and stopping him before any harm is done. Even though I can not release you from the crime you committed I may give you piece of mind at least!” his tattoo’s glowed when his fist came together.
The woman froze as Hercules demanded to be brought before the meltdown, for some this would an intimidating task but for Hercules “God of strength” this would just be another trial. Maybe if he laid down his life to stop the meltdown he’d get a new ‘chapter’ on his body. Surely a Nuclear explosion would be easy to spot on his person. He was ready to prove himself yet again!
The woman with whom he was conversing with accepted the help. Hercules flexed, ”Yes! Another chance to prove myself.... what?” it was a meltdown. Why was someone in a dress a concern right now? ”So not a Nuclear Meltdown....” his glowing toned down and beaming smile faded. ”Hmmmm a less daunting task it seems.”
Hercules followed curious if she had any good inputs on channeling magic. Maybe it be possible for Hercules to draw less from William or none at all. He was a growing boy after all he needed all the energy he could get. ”I excel at games! I’m sure I can help him prepare!” the demigod punched his fists in his enthusiasm.
Thankfully there was no one on the other side of the door, when Hercules entered he ripped the door off the hinges his body gleaming under the power of his curse. ”I’m here for Damien! Tell me which one is he!” the door was set down when Hercules realized there was a lot of people in the room. Otherwise he would have thrown it. The demi-god already forgot the man in question looked like his brother.
”God of strength and willpower.... yes.” he corrected. There were a ton of pantheons and a ton of gods but Hercules was the only one who was Hercules. The woman before him should count herself lucky she was conversing with him so casually. Usually someone would have to buy him a drink first. The giant looked to the glass she handed him, well an alcoholic beverage.
”Summoned to this era.” he corrected again, he was not in this building and having this conversation because his master wanted him to. In fact William would have been pretty upset with everything at the moment. Not only was Hercules recounting who he was and what he could do to the woman but his upper torso was now bare because he ripped his shirt again. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too cross with him. Hercules had a hard time keeping a straight face when he was being scolded by a child, no a teenager.
”William Eirk-” he frowned again wondering what was in the drink that allowed him to blab his master’s identity. Thankfully there was someone complaining about his ‘not-brother’. Even if it wasn’t Hermes, he still seemed to cause trouble like him.
”A meltdown!?!” he looked around, ”Here?!?” did they mean an actual power plant? Hercules just watched a recent show about nuclear power plants and the possibilities they could produce and the horrible ramifications of one going wrong. His tattoo’s glowed a dark shade of green preparing for a battle with ”You there! Point me in the direction of this crisis so I may ‘solve’ the problem!” his arms flexed as he spoke. His master would have a long life if the Demi-god had anything to say about it!
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The perfectly sculpted mound of muscles raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t supposed to discuss his current master to anyone. That was what they agreed upon, his young master didn’t want to advertise who he was because of his current predicament. William was in a wheelchair and his mother was still in the hospital in a coma. Tears started to well up and he allowed a few to shed for his master and all his recent losses. His strength was inspiring. Hercules was quite fortunate to have a master like him.
”I am.” Hercules nodded his head allowing the few tears he shed to dry on their own. A real man wasn’t afraid to cry. The demigod took the offered drink. He wasn’t thirsty but also didn’t want to be rude to the woman whom he was speaking with. ”My master. We’ve a pact.” he said before doing what he was told. He didn’t want to be rude. Even if the woman never gave him a name.
”The woman who cursed me would not allow me to draw on my strength. Hence the need for masters. Without them I’d not only lose physical form and return to another plane of existence, but I wouldn’t be able to draw on my strength.” he said after a small sip. Hercules frowned after he revealed a bit more than he normally would have. Was the demi-god nervous? He scoffed at the thought and chugged the beverage. ”Thank you for the drink. Most refreshing.”
The Prince of power continued to flex with his arms folded, his tapestry of his exploits glowing and shifting on his skin. It seemed to work, Mortals were easily intimidated by his strength and will. It didn’t help that the only one to resist was currently outnumbered even if he did have an advantage on the wielder of flames.
This was a skeptical of sorts, with the crowd behind them and the woman who wanted an interview with them. So Hercules, using his natural ‘gifts’ boomed out using his ‘outside’ noise level. HA HA! Yes! Evil doers beware! Hercules and company is once again victorious!” he leaned over and flexed hard bulging his muscles while satisfaction was painted on his face.
Walking over to the fire wielder he clapped him on the back again (with little force for Hercules this time). ”Spectaular job....” he offered his hand up to give the man a firm handshake. ”I will gladly stand beside you in battle, your show of courage even though he had natural advantage. Truly stirring.... My name is Hercules son of Zeus!”
Sirens could be heard off in the distance. Hercules didn’t notice the female reporter rushing to talk to them. Ma’am! I’ve told you before! It’s not safe in the vicinity until we get the ‘okay’ from the police. While we are capable of protecting ourselves I for one would not be able to sleep at night knowing someone was injured because I couldn’t keep a proper perimeter” he folded his arms and stood tall letting her know he was serious.
As for you...” he looked to the water wielder. ”Why did you attempt to rob the...” the word was still new to him so he had to read the name of it, A.T.M.? Surely you strapping young men are capable of finding jobs yes?” he asked knowing he too had been in a similar situation. If the Lizard queen didn’t stop him... well he didn’t want to think about things that could have been. He focused on the things that were.
The water splashed down and Hercules closed his eyes for a moment as the water and fire clashed echoing a loud ‘hissssss’ the smoke washed over his glowing and glistening body his arms folded and he waited for a moment before opening them again. His shoes were wet now. He frowned more feeling the ‘squish’ of his socks inside his massive shoes. The demi-god didn’t hate a lot of things but wet socks was one of them.
Attention snapping back to the show of heroics before him he swelled with pride and clapped his hands after hearing his plea for the man to yield. He was in a chokehold, and by the looks of it an effective one. Clearly the man was trained to fight. Even more of a reason for Hercules to praise him later. Mortals were full of surprises. The first clap dissipated some of the smoke around him and sounded more like a shotgun went off followed by a few smaller less powerful claps hoping he’d encourage others to praise the other hero.
The would be robber clearly a man with little honor tried to struggle and raised a hand to the area where the water was pouring out of the spot where the fire hydrant once stood. Hercules spotted what was about to happen and pressed forward as a jet of water clashed with his chiseled physique. A lesser man would have been pierced. Hercules was not a lesser man. ”Wonderful!” His hand went up redirecting the jet of water as the water manipulator slowly struggled. “I’m not going to jail.”
”Well you aren’t getting away with the money so it seems we have a problem here.” the giant added starting to chuckle. He was reminded of his exploits of when he was first summoned and of the Lizard queen. Hercules suddenly remembered she had access to a healer.
”Now if he won’t be able to convince you to come quietly maybe our combined might can hmmm?” Hercules shouted flexing more after he slammed a foot into the concrete causing it to break under his show of force. The giant did his best to ignore the loud ‘squish’ of his wet socks.
Hercules was right to choose to fight side by side this stranger. He was direct, assertive, confident. Everything the demi-god was looking for in a partner against crime. The mound of muscles smirked more when he recognized someone channeling magic, his grin got even wider as he erupted into flames. ”Indeed he did!” Hercules nodded acting a man of hype behind the man now in flames.
The flames were beautiful reminding him of the chaos that would ensue after a particularly good battle. Cities would be caked in the stuff as people ran screaming in terror. It was a beacon of sorts to the hero. ‘A fight is to be had!’ and a fight would be had however being the hero Hercules was he turned to the crowd who seemed to almost swell towards them since the start of a the fight a particularly curious couple seemed to now stand a child’s stone throw away.
Hercules closed the distance with a few quick bounds his massive arms opening up his smile still plastered on his face. ”Please, for your safety stay back!” it wasn’t a request, Hercules seemed to bellow the command to match the guy who was playing with said fire. His energy matching the roaring inferno that was behind him.
“Sir can we have an interview?” the woman who was being ushered back to the crowd asked followed by the man with the recording device he had seen a few times before. It was focused on him at the moment so of course he was flexing his tattoo’s glowing giving his body a well polished look. ”In due time ma’am! There is a robbery currently being stopped you should be asking yourselves what are you doing to help.” he scolded before returning back to the scene behind him.
Grabbing the two he already dispatched Hercules piled them away from the flames. Those unconscious were not prepared for the inferno and while they might be misguided mortals he still thought they could be rehabilitated. Hercules’s smile frowned as the one who clearly didn’t want to stand down took a step forward, “You think a fire scares me? Ha!” as he said this the other man laid down face first on the pavement with his hands on the back of his head.
”It’s not the flames that should scare you!” Hercules shouted puffing out his chest as he went back to back up the guy on fire, ”It’s the man’s determination and will to stop evildoers!” his body glowed from behind the man on fire. “Whatever!” shouted the criminal who would not stand down. What a shame. So much potential. Hercules didn’t move as the criminal waved his hand and a nearby hydrant burst upwards sending a surge of water towards the flames and the man Hercules was standing next to.
”Like I said you don’t have a chance unless you all come at me!” the demi god boasted walking away from the largest of the group. He now laid unconscious in a small crater of asphalt. Hercules found it difficult not to break things when every thing this era was meant to be repaired or replaced.
Another knife shot forward and hit the point between the eye brows. ”Ha! You gest!” Hercules took another step forward then stopped short when he heard the command to put their hands up. ”Excellent! Though I need not any back up. If you could maintain a perimeter so no one is injured that would most beneficial!” Hercules wanted a challenge, he wouldn’t get it with just this fight. Another knife shot towards his eye and stared it down his tattoos still glowing.
‘Ding’ Hercules smirked as the knife clattered down to the ground as he pressed forward his hands up in a guard. Good habits were hard to break. Closing the distance he blocked the next knife being thrown then grabbed the mutant who was clearly miss using his potential as an enhanced mortal. ”Pity, such potential wasted.” “You don’t know me!” ”I have seen you a thousand times before.” Hercules corrected the would be robber and lifted him by his shirt, ”And I will know you a thousand times more I’m sure.” the mound of muscle shot his head forward headbutting the mutant knocking him out. His body shined as he did so grateful for the correct lighting.
“He... he just headbutted that guy!” Someone from the crowd shouted clearly amped up from watching the fight as the other New Yorkers stuck around or walked off unphased by the show Hercules was putting on along with the new comer.
Dropping the knife throwing mutant Hercules strutted over to the new comer and clapped him hard on the back in a supportive show of support and comradery. ”Shall you take the two on the left?” while he wanted them all to himself he found it only right to share. ”You stand no hope of escaping us both!” Hercules boasted folding his arms and flexing making himself look intimidating as possible.
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”Ha ha! Yes! Give me more! Push me as I push you together we shall climb to new heights!” the demigod shouted aloud as he blocked a punch lifting his massive arm up in a guard. The giant he was fighting with was more surprised than anything. Hercules’s tattoo’s started to glow. This gang seemed persistent on doing evil. Hercules couldn’t call himself a hero if he sat back and did nothing. The fact that his master was there was just icing on the cake.
The giant mountain of muscles used this brief surprise in his opponent to look back to see his master.... getting into a cab and pulling his wheelchair in. ‘You’re embarrassing me. I’m going home. Do whatever you want tonight, just try not to get into trouble and no club.’ the voice rang out in his head. Hercules for one, was disappointed that William didn’t enjoy the spectacle. Teenagers there was just no pleasing them. For two that meant he could engage in more heroics until the early morning. Not that he needed to sleep anyhow. It seemed this city was rampant with those who wish to do evil.
”More!” he shouted as he grabbed the giant looked confused while he was being lifted. No one should be able to lift him. He got bigger and heavier. Hercules’ oil slicked body shined in the streetlights as he threw the giant into a building causing to a wall to fall out from under the weight.
”It’s best you all come at me.” Hercules said flexing out of his shirt and allowing his sculpted body to be seen by all spectators. ”Evil doers beware! For I am here! Hercules protector of mortals!”
A knife bounced off his chest and ricocheted into the ground under him as he started to walk towards the thrower. ”Even the arrows of Apollo couldn’t penetrate my hide! You have no chance!”[/color] Hercules heard some bricks crumble as the giant was ready for round two while his gang of four cohorts tried to collect the money from the now busted ATM.
”Yes!” he blocked another punch then started to throw a chain of punches into the giant each one felt like hitting stone for both of them. Loud cracks echoed out as Hercules threw his massive fists. The giant took the combo too slow to react and was knocked off his feet. Hercules jumped upwards and then brought down an elbow falling onto the giant and forcing him to the ground. Getting up he brushed off some of the asphalt where they landed. Hercules pointed to the rest of the gang.
Among the crowd someone with a news reporter quickly shouted, “Are we still rolling? Man I thought this charity event was going to be a bust!” smoothing out her skirt she stepped in front of the camera, “As you can see there is a fight breaking out in the streets as a lone shirtless man is confronting a group of mutants trying to rob an ATM. Where did his shirt go?” she asked the camera man looking confused before adding, “Did he oil himself up?”
”I would.” the mountain of muscles said quietly. He didn’t like the idea of not being heard, it was hard to shepherd mortals as it was with their free will and ‘ideas’ to do so in silence.... he shook his head not wanting to think about it more.
”Damien?” Hercules frowned his muscles flexing as he brought his hand up to his chin wondering if it was another alias. Hermes did like attention, just a different kind of attention... he was also something of an ‘ass’. Hercules scratched the back of his head in frustration wanting to yell, to scream... all he wanted was to see one of his brothers again. Mortals were great but he felt nostalgic around some of his family members and he learned that nostalgia over centuries was okay.
”Do what?” he lifted the table again his tattoo’s glowing again giving his body a well oiled sheen. ”This? Feat of strength?” he continued, he was told not to explain things to people the way he did to William his young master but Hercules didn’t like lying or being deceitful. That was other gods territory. His was strength and he took it upon himself to include strength of character. After all she was a mystic as well.
”Or how do I use what you call magic?” he asked debating to summon his club. His hand lifted and his body glowed but then he felt the ‘call of his master’ ‘No Club!’. Hercules frowned and lowered his hand and his glowing stopped, ”I’m a god, I’m forced to channel the energy of others to get me back to my godly strength.” he stated flatly as he touched a few of his tattoo’s looking down. ”She cursed me, to live among mortals and draw upon their insignificant power.” he pointed to one of the symbols on his chest that moved his finger ran along with it. Hercules found that was the only way he could read his curse without getting confused.
It was the symbol of infinity. His life. ”I know of curses.” he said somberly before trying to cheer himself up. He clapped, ”Now, I wasn’t able to do much in Pompeii but I am skilled in averting disasters. Allow me to help!” he declared and flexed again.
Hercules continued to look around the room, ‘This is a nice room?’ confused as to why he was there in the first place. Frowning at the lack of noise he debated putting a fist through a wall wondering if that would break whatever curse was upon him. The god of strength wasn’t too worried, he’d outlast this curse of silence. His original curse would see to it.
The woman snapped her fingers, and requested to keep it down. Hercules crossed his arms causing his muscles to flex. Frown still on his face, ”Maybe you haven’t noticed but I am afflicted with a new curse. One of silence.” he blinked slowly processing his voice.
The giant mountain of muscles let out a heavy sigh of relief glad he’d be able to communicate with mortals again. They were awful at charades they never guessed what he was acting out. ”What sort of disaster? I happen to specialize in combatting them.” he said un folding his arms showing off his upper torso littered with his heroic exploits.
”Me a mutant?” Hercules scoffed loudly at the implication and waved a hand at her dismissing the silly idea. ”No, I’m not a mutant. I’m a god!” he said flexing.
”The oil you refer to is a by product of my powers.” he flexed again tapping into the well of his thirteen year old master. Hercules’s tapestry of ink started to glow, the sigils and runes shifting and moving of their own accord. Eyeing a table nearby he took two steps towards it and lifted the thing with ease.
”I agree though it does look good on me.” he said setting the table down realizing he just revealed his powers and what he was to a stranger. William will be sure to scold him again. A boy, scolding a god. What an era. ”Like I said, one of your models looks to be my brother. A trickster, Hermes. I didn’t think any of the other gods were still on this plane.” It was too late now, so he figured he’d just tell her the truth. Honesty was a strong trait of his.
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It seemed the woman was speechless with his impressive display of muscles. Most women were, men as well. The demi-god understood there were few who looked like they were sculpted by the gods themself, because he was. Then she spoke.
>>> "Shut the hell up."
It was so random it took him a moment to figure out what she was saying. His brow lowered then he started a hearty laugh slapping his knee unaware he was no longer producing any sound, or any noise at all for that matter. Truly a knee slapper.
Hercules stood erect then whipped a tear from his eye still chuckling, his mouth moved but no words came out. ’What a response to my offer! I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me. A god, listening to a mortal when they said shut the hell up! What a time to be alive! I must share this with ,my mase- William.’ Hercules cleared his throat still not noticing he was making any noise. He was already chastising himself mentally for not calling Willam his nephew.
’My nephew.’ he blinked and then frowned she waved him to follow so he did ’Words!’ he looked around then clapped his hands frowning at the lack of noise. ’Noise! Words and noise!’ he shouted. Nothing. Was this a trick of Hermes? Or worse, Harpocrates. The god didn’t like noise.
Shifting his eyes the Prince of Olympus looked around still following the woman more suspicious. His body had a low glow to it almost looking oiled. The woman opened the door and he continued to follow looking around at the room. It was.... nice.
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She didn’t accept his hand shake. Was this not the proper greeting for the times? Or was she just being rude? His smile wavered slightly and he withdrew his hand deciding to not let it bother him. He found mortals could be rude and fickle. However he still deemed them worthy of his protection so he let it slide for now. ”I am.” he stated finding it hard for her to be skeptical. Look at him.
”A runway?” he looked around briefly and decided it wasn’t for an airplane which was a shame because he would have loved to see a flying monstrosity like in the movies. Bi-planes were particularly interesting mainly because well they, looked like paper and how could something like that fly well in his father’s realm? Mortals were truly impressive creatures.
”A pass? Hmmmmm...” his shirt tightened as he reached up and placed his club of a hand under his chin. Almost the same pose when someone used him as a model centuries ago. Apparently the artwork was pretty famous and why not? His muscles immortalized in history? It made sense, ”Well. What if I am a model?” it had been a while since he wore the title but how hard could it be? ”May I see my brother then?”
Hercules flexed his curse and source of his power, skin glowed slightly along his skin the runes and sigils shifting around his many trials immortalized on his body. His tight shirt got tighter till it ripped in several places revealing more of his tattoos and his now glistening and glowing body. ”Or!!!” he changed his pose tightening his arms as if he just launched a discus ”Allow me to help you and lighten your burden!” she probably needed something lifted for the models. A slab of granite to sit on perhaps?
Loosening his body he stood upright, ”Or if you could tell me where to acquire a pass that will also do.” several options even though she was busy she should appreciate his chiseled physique or his willingness to help.
”My apologies!” Hercules said quickly in response to the voice and he moved closer to the nearest wall and out of the way of whoever was behind him. It was sometimes a curse being such a large mass of perfection. He somehow managed it with grace and precision for Hercules was truly a humble god.
His gaze turned to the lack of traffic in the hallway then shifted to the woman addressing him. Clearly he wasn’t in the way so his apologetic smile turned into a raised eyebrow. ”Excuse you.” was this a greeting?
”So my brother is here! Excellent!” Hercules’s boomed and clapped massive hands. ”I thought it looked like Hermes! I haven’t seen him in centuries!” he kept his hands together and flexed like he just won a match. ”What sort of spectacle does my brother take part in?” he asked curiously looking around to see if he could see any signs of what the show was going to be about.
It was then when everything clicked Hercules entered through the wrong door. ”Ah! Apologies once again miss. I can be quite the distraction from what I’m told! I didn’t know about the show, I saw my brother and followed him here. I’m always two steps behind, he’s a quick one!” Hercules laughed loudly then offered his calloused hand in greeting. ”My name is Hercules!” his shirt got tighter when he flexed.
Hercules never understood the concept of studying, for one he was a god and anything he needed to remember he committed it to memory. Only the important stuff, how much force would you need to punch a cyclops out or how many heads is too many heads on a hydra (one was plenty). For two, he’d have to sit still long enough. His go to for sitting still would be coupling it with squats or sit ups maybe pushups, he was told that wasn’t the right way to study so what was the point.
So when his current Master William told him he was having a study night Hercules jumped at the opportunity to go explore the city. No club, and no fights unless he could help it. His request to save someone who was in danger was still honored so he at least had that going for him. Teenagers in this era were too strict.
The demi-god stopped at a cross-walk and his jaw practically dropped to the floor when he saw them, a small cluster of Atlantean he could tell where they were from by the clothing they were garbed in. At least one thing hadn’t changed drastically on him.
If it wasn’t for the ‘stop’ sign on the crosswalk Hercules would have charged after them asking them if they heard any news of his exploits. It was a silly question but Hercules was willing to educate them if they didn’t. All Atlantean’s knew of his might! He did save it from sinking into the ocean... once. The second time he didn’t know about until he was summoned to Rome.
Among the cluster he spotted someone who looked familiar. Too familiar. ”Hermes?” his voice boomed, Hercules looked to the crosswalk almost dancing in his place waiting for the light to change. When it did he leapt into the street, ”Hermes! It’s me! Hercules! HA HA! You’re alive!” he shouted waving his hands and grinning. Yes, Hermes was always playing tricks on him, but they were often humorous and in good nature. Giant Scorpians, flesh eating horses and the occasional Kraken. All in good fun.
”Brother!!!” Hercules called out once again and ran after the group of men and women garbed in the finest traditional Atlantean clothing. He seemed underdressed in comparison, jeans and a tight black shirt. It didn’t matter, the wiery looking man had to be his brother. They looked exactly alike. So much so Hercules forced the door open to the building they entered moments before. ”Hello?” Hercules called out, not sure how there was suddenly no one around.