15578/Arise Chinimus Hercules!

Arise Chinimus Hercules!
Date of Scene:	08 August 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Front Yard
Synopsis:	Hercules drops by Avengers Mansion and joins the team!
Cast of Characters:	Hercules, Natasha Romanoff, Clea, Greer Grant, Clint Barton

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Hercules has posed:
Hercules stands outside the gates of the manor, wearing his usual gear. Which is to say, breeches, heavy boots, no shirt at all and a harness to carry a few weapons, notably the axe strapped to his back. His beard is full, his hair a bit long and tied at the moment into a top knot. The muscles - you know about the muscles. They're endless, stacked on top of one another, brawny and beefy as they come.

He approaches the door and knocks as gently as he can, which is still pretty damn loud, his hard knuckles rapping at the door. "AVENGERS! I, the mighty Hercules, come to you as friend and brother, seeking membership in your honored ranks. I greet you in the name of my father, Zeus, and my fellow gods of Olympus. You are known to us and found worthy!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The approach of someone along the front lawn is not quite met with an alert, but there is a ringing going through the Mansion to all personnel present. Natasha Romanova is among those. She goes to activate the external security cameras, which immediately bring up a profile of Hercules, listing files and incidents available to the records of SHIELD and the team. She goes to let out a quiet sigh, alone in the area and then goes to speak.

"Avengers, we have a visitor along the front lawn."

Clea has posed:
Clea was actually there because she was boxing up a few things from her room at the mansion. She'd not been floating around as much as she usually did the last few days, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. Though the alert that they have a guest makes her stick her head out into the hallway. She listens for a moment and then starts to float down the way that others might be going.

"I'll go with you, Natasha." she tells the Black Widow as she floats down the stairs and towards the door.

Greer Grant has posed:
Chilling in her room, Tigra is reviewing some refresher science material, exercising parts of her mind she hadn't in a while, and while the progress has been slow, there's at least been progress. She hears the notification of someone approaching the door, and then hears a mighty knocking thereupon. "Visitor? Or a battering ram?" she asks nobody in particular as she rises to her feet, sets aside her work, and makes her way to the front door. Landshark? Encyclopedia Salesman? Who knows. "Someone order a pizza? Big pizza?"

Clint Barton has posed:
    And Clint was here helping Clea move... for the most part. He hadn't heard Herc, at least fully. He had his hearing aids turned down some because he was getting some off feed back. Something He'd have to look into. However, he did pick up on Nat's call to action as it were.

    Raising an eyebrow, he put the box he was carrying down before moving down the stairs and out into the hallway where Clea, Nat, and then Tigra would converge with the Bowman. "Pizza? No, I don't think so." He sniffs. "Maybe it's those darn kids again, pranking us. Hur hur."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules awaits at the front door until it's finally opened up, pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. Should he have sent a herald ahead? Perhaps. But Hercules was once a common man, many, many ages ago, and he still has the impulse to do things for himself. Plus he doesn't actually have a herald or any servants at all. But surely he could hire one on short notice. Ubers? Those were a thing of some sort? This Uber race that could be hired to fetch food or supplies at a moment's notice. He had heard speak of such things.

"I apologize for my brusque intrusion, but the Prince of Power speaks his mind when his mind demands he...speak," he says. Yeah.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would nod at Clea, "Appreciated, thank you. She would move to a position to be ready to give the Faltine backup and if need be get a clear shot wiht her Widow's Bites - not that they would be very useful. "The two aren't mutually exclusive." She would quip over at Greer. Then to Clint..
    "That doesn't quite seem to fit Ms. Chavez' sense of humor."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a bit of a look over their visitor, "I've heard of Hercules before." she tells Natasha and the rest of them. "Though never met in person." she adds. There's a nod of greeting given to Greer and then a smile to Clint, "Think we're done moving what few boxes I did have." she muses to that.

The door is opened and Clea doesn't seem to need any back up, at least for the moment. "Greetings, Hercules. Come in and be welcome. You were shouting that you wanted to join the Avengers?" the white haired woman asks.

Greer Grant has posed:
"True enough," Tigra says to Natasha. "Damn shame," she says to Clint. And then the door's open and she looks over their visitor. "Well, big at least," she murmurs. Not a pizza, but, well, big. Definitely.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "This still doesn't change the fact that now I want Pizza..." Clint says to Clea and Nat, reaching into a pocket to pull out his phone.

    Uber, it was a lovely thing, especially for ordering a Pizza. "Did you say Hercules? Like... /the/ Hercules..." Hawkeye turns his head to see the bare chested man. "That would be a yes..." He leans over slightly to Tigra, "Respect for the guy who walked through New York with his shirt off."

    He goes back to his phone to finish ordering the Pizza, "Special requests for toppings anyone?"

Hercules has posed:
Hercules smiles to Clea, "I did, truly! I have heard that you are Earth's mightiest heroes. Well, Hercules is the original mightiest hero," he says with a grin. "Don't let Thor tell you otherwise. That god's always trying to steal my thunder, just because he's the god of it," he says.

He bends a knee though, "I am here to pledge my loyalty to your cause, to the defense of the Earth realm and the defeat of the evils which threaten the planet,' he says. "Although I admit, I did not know that so many lovely ladies were a part of the team. That is, as we once called it in ancient Greece, a bonus."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Well, this is new - and unexpected. But still, Natasha is hardly one to judge. "Very well." This rather confuses her - she goes to glance over at Clea for just a little bit of guidance here, before going.. "Your membership request has been noted. There might be a bit of time before a formal reply is done. The team will have to review your application and come to a vote. There may be some assessment of yourself and your abilities."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a smile to Hercules and then she steps over towards where Clint is, "I'm just the welcome wagon." she chuckles to that. Though the bending of the knee makes her chuckle again, "We don't need to do that here." she stage whispers to him.

Then she looks to see what Natasha says and there is a soft nod. "There. First contact made. That's the biggest part of things." she muses to that. "I'll eat any pizza you order, Clint." she tells him.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Pepperoni. And sausage," Tigra says cheerily to Clint, now that he's taking action to get them a pizza, tail flicking a bit at the thought. "Got that right," she murmurs to him about the subject of respect. A look back to Hercules, and a look over Hercules. "Bet that would make awkward conversations with dad, huh?" she murmurs. A good natured smirk at talk of a bonus. "Oh he's smooth," she says dryly to Clint.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Yeah, don't think I've ever met an ugly hero." Clint mentions off hand, pressing just the last few buttons on his phone. "Well if he knows Thor his mannerisms make sense now." He looks to Clea, "Oh I knew that which is why I put your toppings on there already." A nod and a chuckle-snort to Tigra's quip before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules grins broadly and nods to Clint, "You speak true. Those given to fight evil have a tendency towards being pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it shows the favor of the gods, but I know not which gods you might worship. If any of you worship me, know that it is appreciated," he says.

"Pizza? Ah, the modern gift of Rome. I have tasted pizza and found it quite pleasing. Two such pies for me, please, something with meat and olives, with olive oil to dip the bread within," he says broadly.

He looks at Natasha and raises an eyebrow, "I see you are the team's functionary and scribe. I am happy to prove myself in need be. No mortal man may match the might of the Prince of Power!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would muse, "I suppose that we'll need to have an extended delivery then. Perhpas just order in bulk from wherever is nearby that can haul it in? Or perhaps justa rrange a truck." She's expecting a few dozen pizzas will be needed over at a minimum. The mention of 'scribe' has her hand going to slowly move to pop out over with a gun, keeping the safety on.

"There are places on your body which are just as vulnerable as any other. Use those terms again and I shall demonstrate how to make you feel pain."

Clea has posed:
Clea looks like she might correct Hercules, but she doesn't! She was heavy on anachronisms as well, so she doesn't fault him for going back to the comfortable ways. She floats a few inches off the ground by Clint and there is a smile to him, "Thank you. I appreciate that." she states to him. "Maybe he thinks flattery will get him everywhere." she muses quietly.

Greer Grant has posed:
Well, the fact that Hercules knows what pizza is gives him a point in Tigra's book. Might be the 'real' Hercules, and might not be, but anyone who knows pizza ain't all bad regardless. She snorts a little at Natasha's reaction to being called a scribe. "She means it," she warns Hercules. "That's Black Widow, and she ain't no functionary. Unless she wants you to think she is, before she mess you up."

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint side eyes towards Clea with a look of amusement as Herc responded to him and then declared no mortal could match his strength. He doesn't say anything though as Nat, far more a Leader than a cynical old walking sarcastic bowman such as Hawkeye, takes the Demi-god to task.

    "Right... Olives and Some meat... I'll mix it up on both pies..." Though Nat's mention of them bulk ordering has him pressing a few more buttons on his phone which is retrieved once more from his pockets. "Not a bad idea... considering. We'll just stick the leftovers in the fridge... or give it to the staff... Heck I'll order them something too..."

    Pizza party.

    "Oh Thor was the same way when her barreled his way down from Asgard..." Clint waves a hand, "He'll acclimate... Though I do wonder where this fellow has been for the past... few thousand years. Must have fell through a time vortex or fluxed in from another dimension." He shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules presses his hands together, "While I doubt your gun could harm me, I nonetheless pray forgiveness. I meant no denigration in my words - I have known many an honorable scribe. If you carry the sobriquet of the deadly spider, however, I must assume you to be equally as deadly and beg your pardon."

He smiles to Clea as he decides to just go ahead and start walking inside, unless someone stops him, "Milady Clea, I am a wide traveller - I always want to go everywhere," he says with a wink and, yes, he will offer one arm to Tigra and one to Clea to join him in going inside, "Show me the wonders of the Avengers palace while the archer fetches our repast!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would go to fold her hands togehter, "Your apology is accepted." She can play nice when asked to. And Hercules did mean no intent of insult, and apologized when informed that it had gone that way. She had dealt with far worse after all. So he was being quite reasoanble.

"We've had a number of tours lately. Apparently there are quite a few whom have dropped by as of late. Yourself, the Prince-Regent of Asgard.." She means Loki.

Clea has posed:
Clea looks thoroughly amused, "I wonder if I was like this when I got out of prison." she whispers to herself. No. She was never that loud. Or shirtless. She gives a look from Natasha to Tigra and then to Clint as they accept things for the moment. Food is probably going to help the situation.

When the arm is offered there is a smile given to Hercules, "Apologies, but I am going to help the Archer with the pizzas." she tells him in a gentle decline on that.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Oh, reminds me, Nat, got an email. King Arthur is stopping by Thursday, and wants the nickel tour while here's here. Haven't heard from from Frodo or the hobbits, yet." yes, Tigra's taking this seriously. Mostly. But sometimes you just have to acknowledge the surface level ridiculousness. Clea's look gets a casual shrug from here. She's going with the flow here. What else can you do?

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Hobbits?" Clint asks before Clea's announcement of her joining him to go get the food draws him from his own multitude of questions. "Ah right.. food. Yes. We shall return promptly. Promise I won't Max out the company Card, Nat." Clint quips before starting down the stairs and past Herc to walk towards the street. Likely to fetch a Semi Truck to haul all the Pizza they'll need.

    Okay maybe not something that big.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules purses his lips, "I do not think I am familiar with these 'hobbits'. Pray tell tales of them while we feast. Lady Widow, tell me when I am approved to join your number. In the meantime, let us all partake greatly of the plenty of the age and celebrate Hercules joining your number...whenever I officially can."