[It's a little after the sun has set, and Grell is where she said she would be, waiting for Hercules. As she looks out at the scenery of modern buildings and other structures, Grell can see the lights all around slowly switch on as the light outside fades. She really did miss the beauty of true nature that Balamb had. There was little light pollution to prevent them from seeing the stars on a lazy night.
She's sitting atop the edge of the skybridge, as is her usual thing to do lately. It's freeing to be so close to the open space and a bit of a thrill as well. Grell hardly ever wears pants, but she thought it best to wear some. It wasn't lady-like to go showing her nether regions to everyone.]
[Hercules arrives right on time, floating through the air and landing with an almost lazy grace. His sandals barely make a sound as he hits the metal and strides over, waving heartily.
He hasn't dressed up, he's just kind of wearing the same green and gold toga he always favors, the golden Adamantine crown gleaming in the twilight of the city.]
Good evening, Lady Grell! A pleasure to see you again.
[Luckily Grell expected him to just...well she expected him to come. Maybe not by the air, but considering what they're meeting for, she isn't surprised by his entrance. She hops down to the solid surface of the skybridge, dusting herself off a bit.]
Likewise...ehm, Hercules, is it? [A hand is placed on her hip, looking him over.] Quite a unique name, isn't it?
[If he's truly the Hercules of Greek mythology, then she'll have many more questions for him this evening.]
AH the Lady Hamilton was an excellent mythologist, but she was hardly a historian.
[Though at that, the Lion of Olympus laughs.]
The flight though, is a recent boon granted. I am a god, the god of heroes, labors, and strength, as you might remember from the end of the tale most know. But in recent times things have grown...complicated.
For the moment, I have some of my father's powers, suffice to say.
When my father returns from the Underworld I do intend to return his blessing. Zeus is the Skyfather, not I. I'm merely a steward.
[He's not his dad. He certainly has no desire to cut open his pop and take his stuff.]
and I am glad to hear it! [He waves his hand in her general direction, and power flares between them. Wind swirls up around Grell, and she'll find herself floating about a foot off the skybridge. And then he waits for a reaction]
[A noble answer. Grell turns to look at him again. She shouldn't expect anything less from what legends have stated.
Feeling a surge of weightlessness catches Grell off guard. She had thought she'd get to ride those Adamantine-like muscles, not fly on her own! There is definitely a bit--no, a lot of flailing as she tries to touch the ground again. Her hair is also getting tangled in her face and glasses. How do you stop this thing?!]
[She tries to do as he says, and there is less flailing and more confidence in her movements. It's obvious there is still uncertainty, but she isn't panicking now. Her body is upright and steady now.
Her attention then turns to Hercules as she points an accusing finger at him.]
[Okay, she can do this! Not that she's afraid of heights, but falling down is always a big thing to worry about. Grell follows him upwards, keeping her focus up and not to the busy street below.]
I'm usually teaching or running my boutique. For the moment, I can't do much of either due to that flood.
[She reaches his height and looks down while wondering when she'll fall. It doesn't happen, yet the thought is still there.]
And yourself? What do you and your muscles do while not on stage?
[Normally Marco would do more verification than a simple glance over, a testing of haki (too fucking intense NOT to be the right guy, could he hold his own with Vegeta and Roger without batting an eyelash? Jeez...) and a small assessment of muscles that Grell really didn't have to mention... (Just because Marco's a bird means he's stuck smaller than almost all of his brothers. Showy bastards. Bad enough to get it from them, he doesn't need total strangers giving him an inferiority complex too thanks!) but there was nothing "normal" about someone else enabling Grell the ability of flight.]
[Besides, Hercules looked like a big enough guy to take a kick or two to the head.]
[So without any warning, Marco just dropped out of the sky to try to kick the man-demi-god in the head.]
Hello there indeed. Have you come to greet the Prince of Power? You certainly seem like...
Oh. No, that's a boot to the head.
Ow.
And with the enormous force behind that kick? Hercules goes rocketing backwards, straight through a wall, smashing a couple of cars, and generally kicking up dust in his wake.]
[But fear not. This sort of thing indeed will barely even slow him down. Collecting himself, Hercules lifts up the car that'd fallen on top of him, pushing it out of the way like it was made of tin.]
[And then? Hercules surges forward with an impossible speed for a man his size. One might even say it's incredible, and it's most definitely superhuman.
His fist lashes out, straight at Marco's jaw. He does pull the punch, not wanting to knock off the guy's head or anything with a fist that could fell a fellow god...but only so much.
[At first the surprised look from Hercules and resounding tumble into wall and car was kind of satisfactory. Enough that Marco even feels a pang of something... not quite akin to "guilt," but concern certainly. After all, unleashing the kind of kicks he used on Kizaru, a logia made of light was probably a bit much, for all the force he he thought he perceived or not.]
[Marco even almost stopped hovering to check on Hercules--]
[Except he had no such time for anything like that, since with a punch and speed that would easily do Garp proud (and maybe then some!) Marco got punched in the same place.]
[Only this time he wasn't punched directly to the ground so much as to the side and back, but in some ways this was worse, since the city was definitely lack in wide open space for fight and Marco could only think to buffet his wings to slow down some of the momentum, though it meant taking the full impact to his back on the fiery blue feathers.]
[And then he fell straight down and forward onto he knees.]
[God damn it.]
[Worst crash landing ever.]
[At least if he'd had his feet in all claws he could have torn up something around him, but then kicking Hercules would have been moot.]
[The wings instantly faded as Marco fell into a human mode to figure out where the fuck he was and where Hercules also was. The unpleasant part of being a sparkly motherfucker was that sometimes you couldn't tell when you were seeing stars or just your own god damn sparkles.]
[And with that settled, Hercules just keeps on walking, swinging his arms and humming some Bob Marley. That was weird. That was really weird, but hey, it didn't exactly fall on him.
Pineapple headed weirdos with wings weren't even all that unusual, but heck. Let's not talk about that.]
[Sternly taps his foot as he shakes off dust, cement, pieces of bricks and whatever else is clinging to him.]
It's bad enough she can nearly teleport as she pleases. [Snaps his fingers and folds his arms.] But letting her fly without anyone around to keep her safe [Or... the world safe from her really... whichever...] is just reckless!
[And okay, maybe... definitely, it was a lot more to do with how Marco didn't like that she had less and less need for him. And with all the muscle-bound morons around wearing practically nothing, enough to even make Ace look overdressed, even less reason to need a sparkly blue pigeon bastard.]
[But no, everyone knew he was insanely overprotective of his family, so it was just that. Totally.]
She's not exactly the most cautious person to begin with! [Points an accusing finger at Herc.]
I mean how would you like it if someone taught your reckless crazy wife how to punch up total strangers, right?! [Totally coherent.]
[And Marco grinds his teeth irritably, toes the ground to get footing, ready to throw down again, but not rushing forward this time.] Kicking you in the head was a hello!
[He's not bothering to answer any more of those questions, because this guy? Is seriously getting irritating.
He just shakes his head, glares, and turns to leave.]
I'll waste no more time with you, whoever you are. Come find me again when you've stopped acting like a foolish brat.
[Yes, he's saying this. He is seriously saying this. He's turning down a fight, because it'd be pointless. This guy has no idea how hard it is to not just pound him into the street right now. He's not interested, he's walking away, and he's being the bigger man despite Marco having a foot on him at least.]
[Of course he is! He's tired of everyone expecting him to be the responsible captain, the responsible oldest one, the one keeping everyone and everything together. SOMETIMES NOT EVEN MARCO COULD DO IT.]
[He'd rather kick Hercules in the head again, but it wouldn't get through. It wasn't really want he wanted.]
[It'd be like kicking Garp anyway.]
[Moot.]
[Marco just gives a sharp piercing whistle... and flits off to a rooftop.]
[He doesn't use words. He doesn't like words. They get in his way. If not being a brat means not using his feet, he'd definitely rather stay a brat forever.]
[But it's clear they're not going to get anywhere. He doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to listen, and there's no point in fighting.]
[Another day maybe.]
[Or probably not. Given Marco... he probably will just kick Hercules again instead of saying hello.]
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She's sitting atop the edge of the skybridge, as is her usual thing to do lately. It's freeing to be so close to the open space and a bit of a thrill as well. Grell hardly ever wears pants, but she thought it best to wear some. It wasn't lady-like to go showing her nether regions to everyone.]
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He hasn't dressed up, he's just kind of wearing the same green and gold toga he always favors, the golden Adamantine crown gleaming in the twilight of the city.]
Good evening, Lady Grell! A pleasure to see you again.
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Likewise...ehm, Hercules, is it? [A hand is placed on her hip, looking him over.] Quite a unique name, isn't it?
[If he's truly the Hercules of Greek mythology, then she'll have many more questions for him this evening.]
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It is indeed. As far as I'm aware, there be but one Son of Zeus.
[Oh yeah. He's absolutely not shy about that.]
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[There is a playful smile on her face.]
I'm not complaining, however. I'm also not new to flying.
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[Though at that, the Lion of Olympus laughs.]
The flight though, is a recent boon granted. I am a god, the god of heroes, labors, and strength, as you might remember from the end of the tale most know. But in recent times things have grown...complicated.
For the moment, I have some of my father's powers, suffice to say.
And are you not? Do you enjoy it?
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[How could he just lose his powers?]
I thoroughly enjoy it. [Grell cast her eyes to the view around them.] It's exhilarating to be that free. We hardly ever go at night, though.
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[He's not his dad. He certainly has no desire to cut open his pop and take his stuff.]
and I am glad to hear it! [He waves his hand in her general direction, and power flares between them. Wind swirls up around Grell, and she'll find herself floating about a foot off the skybridge. And then he waits for a reaction]
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Feeling a surge of weightlessness catches Grell off guard. She had thought she'd get to ride those Adamantine-like muscles, not fly on her own! There is definitely a bit--no, a lot of flailing as she tries to touch the ground again. Her hair is also getting tangled in her face and glasses. How do you stop this thing?!]
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Just concentrate. Don't sweat it. You'll fly according to your thoughts. So relax.
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Her attention then turns to Hercules as she points an accusing finger at him.]
Warn a girl first! [GOSH!]
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[Though admittedly he was being a bit trolly.]
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She just eyerolls and tests out movement, gliding left and right, along with some twists.]
How long does this last?
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Until sunrise. Most enchantments run the course of a day or a night, this is no different.
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[She flies over to him, circling him once. It's easier to get a hang of now.]
So, shall we?
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[He drifts up and starts out, floating up and up, over the tallest buildings with ease. Not fast, more lazy.]
Tell me of yourself, while we fly, Lady Grell. What is it you do when you're not judging competitions?
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I'm usually teaching or running my boutique. For the moment, I can't do much of either due to that flood.
[She reaches his height and looks down while wondering when she'll fall. It doesn't happen, yet the thought is still there.]
And yourself? What do you and your muscles do while not on stage?
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[Hercules shrugs and looks her right in the eyes.]
At home, I'm something of a Superhero, though.
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[Grell would be, definitely.]
A super hero? [She tilts her head to the side in confusion.] How is that different than a regular one?
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[He shrugs.]
Really it's not all that different from when I was living as a Demigod, except there are less Hydras and more strange men in bad costumes.
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[She floats to the right, getting used to being so high on her own.]
Are you the only one of your kind in your world?
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[Well, mostly. Except for Typhon because fuck that guy.]
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[Going from torches to electricity must have been quite the ride.]
After Grell thread obvs
[Besides, Hercules looked like a big enough guy to take a kick or two to the head.]
[So without any warning, Marco just dropped out of the sky to try to kick the man-demi-god in the head.]
[You know.]
[As you do.]
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Hello there indeed. Have you come to greet the Prince of Power? You certainly seem like...
Oh. No, that's a boot to the head.
Ow.
And with the enormous force behind that kick? Hercules goes rocketing backwards, straight through a wall, smashing a couple of cars, and generally kicking up dust in his wake.]
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...Ow. That was most rude of you, stranger.
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[And then? Hercules surges forward with an impossible speed for a man his size. One might even say it's incredible, and it's most definitely superhuman.
His fist lashes out, straight at Marco's jaw. He does pull the punch, not wanting to knock off the guy's head or anything with a fist that could fell a fellow god...but only so much.
SMACKABIRDDDAAAAAA!!!!!]
Jerk.
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[Marco even almost stopped hovering to check on Hercules--]
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[ALksdjaslkdjalskdjasldkj]
[GOD DAMN IT.]
[EVERY TIME.]
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[And then he fell straight down and forward onto he knees.]
[God damn it.]
[Worst crash landing ever.]
[At least if he'd had his feet in all claws he could have torn up something around him, but then kicking Hercules would have been moot.]
[The wings instantly faded as Marco fell into a human mode to figure out where the fuck he was and where Hercules also was. The unpleasant part of being a sparkly motherfucker was that sometimes you couldn't tell when you were seeing stars or just your own god damn sparkles.]
[Or both.]
[Usually both.]
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Pineapple headed weirdos with wings weren't even all that unusual, but heck. Let's not talk about that.]
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[Wow.]
[You know what?]
[Honestly, Marco barely minded the punch. He DID have it coming after all.]
[BUT BEING IGNORED?]
[TOO FAR SIR!]
OI! Fists for brains!
[Flips Hercules the bird. Because. You know... Why not really?]
Be more choosy about who you teach to fly!
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At that, though, he turns. And glares.
What the @%#& is with this guy?]
What are you talking about, fool?
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[Sternly taps his foot as he shakes off dust, cement, pieces of bricks and whatever else is clinging to him.]
It's bad enough she can nearly teleport as she pleases. [Snaps his fingers and folds his arms.] But letting her fly without anyone around to keep her safe [Or... the world safe from her really... whichever...] is just reckless!
[And okay, maybe... definitely, it was a lot more to do with how Marco didn't like that she had less and less need for him. And with all the muscle-bound morons around wearing practically nothing, enough to even make Ace look overdressed, even less reason to need a sparkly blue pigeon bastard.]
[But no, everyone knew he was insanely overprotective of his family, so it was just that. Totally.]
She's not exactly the most cautious person to begin with! [Points an accusing finger at Herc.]
I mean how would you like it if someone taught your reckless crazy wife how to punch up total strangers, right?! [Totally coherent.]
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This guy? Is an idiot, plain and simple.]
First, I did not know she was married. Second. I did not teach her to fly. I granted her a boon while in my presence. That is my right as Skyfather.
[He growls now, low and deep.]
Third, my wife already knows how to throw a punch because she, like me, is a God.
[And then he throws up his hands and shouts.]
And Fourth, I'll do it again because you kicked me in the head instead of saying hello!
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[More sarcastic sounding than just a question.]
[And Marco grinds his teeth irritably, toes the ground to get footing, ready to throw down again, but not rushing forward this time.] Kicking you in the head was a hello!
[.... What?]
[Do you not do that in your world?]
[Still.... there's one more thing.]
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[............... Feel free to find that immensely suspicious given the fucking context.]
[Unlike the "Skyfather" echo, this one is simply deadpan, like a real question, but that might make it even more suspicious really.]
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[He's not bothering to answer any more of those questions, because this guy? Is seriously getting irritating.
He just shakes his head, glares, and turns to leave.]
I'll waste no more time with you, whoever you are. Come find me again when you've stopped acting like a foolish brat.
[Yes, he's saying this. He is seriously saying this. He's turning down a fight, because it'd be pointless. This guy has no idea how hard it is to not just pound him into the street right now. He's not interested, he's walking away, and he's being the bigger man despite Marco having a foot on him at least.]
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[Of course he is! He's tired of everyone expecting him to be the responsible captain, the responsible oldest one, the one keeping everyone and everything together. SOMETIMES NOT EVEN MARCO COULD DO IT.]
[He'd rather kick Hercules in the head again, but it wouldn't get through. It wasn't really want he wanted.]
[It'd be like kicking Garp anyway.]
[Moot.]
[Marco just gives a sharp piercing whistle... and flits off to a rooftop.]
[He doesn't use words. He doesn't like words. They get in his way. If not being a brat means not using his feet, he'd definitely rather stay a brat forever.]
[But it's clear they're not going to get anywhere. He doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to listen, and there's no point in fighting.]
[Another day maybe.]
[Or probably not. Given Marco... he probably will just kick Hercules again instead of saying hello.]
[Poor Hercules.]