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Hercules     The idle rich get up to crazy things. Illicit parties, questionable life choices, and of course, Necromancy!

Legend says that when Hercules bested the Nemean lion, he skinned it with it's own claws and made of it's neigh impenetrable hide a cloak... But little is said of the claws afterwards. Because being the careless oaf that he is, Hercules himself didn't pay much attention to them. Time moves on, things get lost, yadda yadda yadda, Bad Things Happen.

This is why the relative peace of a quiet town is torn asunder by a thunderous roar and then a half-naked, burly man crashing through the store front of a Diner!

Idle Hands have found devilish work and a now undead beast with a sour temper has been visited upon earth once more!
Rogue Rogue was out and about flying around on this lovely day. The weather is nice, so she's just enjoying the wind in her two-toned hair. A pair of sunglasses cover her eyes, and her arms are out at her sides... The young woman is dressed in her green and gold bodysuit, with the zipper down to mid chest level, and a leather jacket worn over top of it all. The jacket is flapping about in the fast wind rushing over her.

She just so happens to be not too far from where this 'strange event' is about to unfold.

Twirling down out of the sky, the Belle bobs beneath a branch on a tall tree, then swoops back up above another! She rushes out over a park where some kids are playing soccer, most of which stop to look up at the flying woman that just zooms over their heads!

Some of them point, others shout at her, but she's past them in just a matter of seconds, and moving toward the far edge of the park toward that town...
Hercules     It was smaller, last time, the man thought to himself. His hand emerging from the rumble of a smashed booth and holding fast to a bench clad in aged vinyl. Sloughing off the debris, he rose. Tall, broad, barrel chested and brawny as the dayis long. Dusting himself off, he inspected a set of long gouges across his chest. They burned and bled. It was absolutely smaller last time, he thought. Without a word, he waded out of the wreckage and sent himself hurtling skywards with a leap! Hoping to meet the beast in the middle of whatever terrible path it was now wreaking across the town!

And as fortune would have it, in that unyet wreaked path solidly in between the B of Hercule and the A of the beast, flew a Rogue element.

That element was Rogue... Clever, right?

The treeline ahead of our bestriped heroine erupted! A monsterous thing emerging in a hail of branches and leaves. It's roar thundered once more as it emerged. A great, flayed beast, the terrible engines of it's muscles and sinew laid bare in it's macabre state of nudity! The unliving, reliving monster had set it's teeth and appetite on an age old foe but the sight of Rogue struck it as a convenient snack! Not one to turn it's nose up at happenstance, the lion leapt! Springing free of the earth like an overgrown cat trying to catch a bird on the wing as it tried to pluck Rogue from the sky!
Rogue As she progressed further, and closer, to the small town, Rogue noticed the road up ahead was littered with debris. this was odd.. Her right gloved hand goes up then to push her sunglasses up on to her forehead, as she tries to squint her eyes to get a better look...

But then her spider-senses tingle... in the form of her Seventh Sense, alerting her to incoming danger to herself!

The leaping Lion lunges up for the Southern Belle, who looks over, and down, just in time to see the blur coming up her way!

She dips her body to the opposite side, and tries to roll out of the way, but the Lion catches her left wrist in his mouth and goes flying off with her until his paws touch down on the ground, holding her in his grasp!

"Well heya there, big fella..." Rogue says in her southern accented, sultry toned, voice, now resting on her knees on the ground, with her free hand supporting her weight. "Not too friendly, t'just grab someone outta the SKY!"

With her immense strength, Rogue pulls her hand free of his mouth, losing her glove in his teeth as she does so. Back on her feet, the Belle staggers backward as she watches the big beast, then looks back toward where that rubble is, noting a injured burly man standing there too.

"Ya'll get up t'weird stuff in this town, huh?" She says to the Lion again as she tries to ascertain what is GOING ON HERE!
Hercules     The Lion's eyes burned with a horrid balefire in a literal and figurative sense! Skinless lips drew back from foot long fangs as the beast growled, a sound not unlike the portentious rumble of a distant storm cloud. Tossing it's maneless head, casting her tattered glove to the pavement before it stalked forward. It's eyes fixed upon her and then to the figure that approached her to stand at her side.

"When first I encountered this beast, it hadn't enough reasoning to speak. Sad to stay, it's stay in the underworld does not seem to have granted it said capability while rejuvinating its ferocity!" the man prattled. Green and gold, a skirt and sash and a pair of thigh-high strappy sandals, their soles crunching in the gravel of the parking lot.

"I've not yet had the pleasure of your company and I do not expect it has the patience to allow us a more cordial introduction. For now, be wary!" he cautioned before hurling himself into the fray! Two steps and a leap that sent him soaring in, a fist crashing against the monsterous muzzle of the Flayed Lion, a blow that was returned in kind by a paw the size of a stop sign!
Rogue Rogue's ungloved hand goes up to pluck her sunglasses from her messy white and brown hair. She folds the limbs together then tucks them in to an inner pocket on her leather jacket. This is when Hercules just steps up on her left, causing her to look over at the muscled man, then look UP toward his face. He speaks, she stares. "Uh, for sure, Chesty." She tells him before he's leaping off in to fearless battle versus this strange furry foe.

"Man... Even just flyin' around all casually on a Sunday evenin', I some how manage t'get myself inta a weird ass pickle..." The Belle quips to herself as she watches the frey unfold before she starts to move toward a lamp post that she wraps her hands around...

Rip, popping of metal, and boom. The metal lamp post is pulled up out of the sidewalk, and held now horizontally in Rogue's hands. She sweeps it around to tuck it under her left armpit before she aims the base at the lion and rushes toward him, flying across the concrete to try and pin the creature up against a wall!

"You sure this thing didn't escape some kinda Zoo for animals on Steroids? Ya kinda look like you mighta come from that same Zoo!" Rogue quips to Herc as she tries to battering ram the Lion!
Hercules     Pinned to the street, a paw anchored against his chest, Hercules looked as if he were part of a Lion Tamer routine in which he was an unwilling participant. His hands wedged between the upper and lower fangs of the monsterous maw of the lion, holding off it's most dire attempt to collect more than just the pound of Olympian flesh it was owed!

"H'hold!, it's hide is too-!" he strained out as Rogue tilted in against the monsterous, skinned lion. He was about to give her the exposition he himself had been given on the eve of the original hunt. A pelt as hard as bronze, unyielding to spear, sword, and arrow alike.

But the Belle of the Brawl shuts him up soundly, her collision with the beast illiciting a surprised yelp as she drove it back against the wall across the street! It smashed against the barrier and lay stunned for a moment. Hercules and his foe realized something at the same time. Without it's invulnerable hide, both the Nemean Lion and Hercules may have over-estimated this fight!

The beast gnashed it's teeth and roared, trying to wriggle free of the pinning lamp post lance that anchored it in place, claws rending at the metal while Hercules rose from the dirt and sauntered over at a half-jogging pace.

"Your jest is not entirely off the mark, Fair Friend. This beast and I have a storied past-" like, a single story, "Foes of Eld, the first of many Trials on my path to redemption. Now ressurected by foolish and idle hands that did not know better than to meddle in things dark and arcane!" prattles the muscular man as he stoops down and collects a manhole cover from the middle of the street, inspired by Rogue's revelation.
Rogue Rogue's wedge heeled thigh high boots touch down on to the pavement once more. Once she has that beast pinned against the wall, she plants her boots and keeps her footing apart wide enough to make it easier to balance her weight, and her strength to try and hold the Lion monster at-bay. While doing this, she looks over to Herc to hear his speech, then watch him gather up a manhole cover.

A gust of summer wind casts her two-toned hair back behind her shoulders, her youthful face just staring at him after he says all of this, and lifts that heavy cover up to presumably use as a weapon...

"Ya don't say..." She responds to him.

Her eyes go back to the Lion'y beast, and she readjusts to the lamp post under her left arm, holding her right hand over across its top to keep it balanced. She watches the beast try to tear itself away from the post, and Rogue even lets him make an honest effort of it before she rapidly pulls the post back, then jams it forward again to re-pin the beast.

"Well, if ya know how t'finish this thing off, I think I got him dead t'rights for ya, Big Fella." She tells Hercules before flashing him a quick grin, then going back to watching the Lion.

"Though he's pretty worked up. I think he doesn't like either of us a whole lot..."
Hercules     The ReNemean roared, raged. In moments it would be fre and it's vandettas, old and new, would be fulfilled! But just as it was about to rend thelamp post apart like snapping a stick, Rogue drove the the post forward once more. Driving through muscle and slipping between ribs, the make-shift lance found it's way to the literal and figurative heart of the manner. The beast roared, head cast back at the end of it's neck as it bellowed its despair and fury into the mortal world. The sound thundered and faded away as unlife ebbed free of the monster. The thrashing force at the end of Rogue's weapon ceased. It fell limp, a heavy weight, somehow more leaden at the end of her lever. Then flame, green and bright, racing across the sinew and bones as if they were soaked in kerosene. The bones went up like kindling in turn. All into ash and smoke until nothing was left... Save a single claw, thick and hooked with a wicked point. It lay there in the blackened ash, ivory white in the sun and amidst the disipating smoke.

Hercules, with heroic quiop dying upon his lips, yet unpropelled his tongue, stood with manhole cover clutched in his hands, drawn back and readied. He stood, arms coming down from their readied, trouncing position. "What ire drove him seems to be no more" Hercules noted.. only slightly sullen that it was not another story to be added to his every bloated legend.
Rogue Rogue's eyes, admittedly, go wide when she sees what becomes of the beast after her second stab at it. She stammers a bit.. "Wait... wa..." both verbally, and physically. The lamp post is tentatively pulled away from where the beast had been, and Rogue lofts it upward once more so that it is standing vertically beside her with her arm hooked around it, leaning it against her shoulder.

"Did I kill it?" She asks, glancing then to the Warrior Man who seems like he'd know... right?

She looks back to where the Lion had been though, and starts to walk toward it, her boots clicking on the pavement as she draws near to where it had been.

She pauses there, and her eyes go down to the ground, to that remaining tooth.

"I'll be damned..." The Southern gal utters then before she uses her free hand to pull her hair back out of her eyes and look once more to Hercules. "What was this all about?" She asks of him. "Did you create this thing?" She asks, now using her right boot tip to kick the claw toward his feet, causing it to clatter end over end before it rolls around and comes to a stop.

Of course, by now there are townsfolk gathering around to look toward the ruckuss, the aftermath of... all of that too....
Hercules     "No... I wouldn't say that." he answered her initial inquiry. When the claw skittered over to his uncovered toesies, Hercules stooped down, lowering himself to a single knee and collecting the claw, it fir well in his palm. He took a moment to inspect it, grasping the root of it in one hand and running his thumb along the inner curve of it. He pricked the tip of his thumb against it and a bead of blood bloomed. Just a single, bit of ruby there where the claw had needled him. With a grunt, he stuck his thumb into his mouth for just an instant. "No... Such monsters can often be even older than I. As unfathomble as that may be to believe." he prattled, turning the claw over and over in his hand.

He once more rose and crossed the distance between them with but a stride or two. "I am-

                                     HERCULES                                    
                                PRINCE OF POWER                                  

and I now have the unexpected pleasure of speaking to the second person to ever slay the Nemean Lion." at last, introductions and congratulations. He offered the claw to her, the spoils of victory. "When first the beast and I clashed, I took it's hide as my trophy. As fur is less in vogue these days, it is not so often that I get to parade it about." he confessed with a wry grin. "This might be a bit more acceptable to carry about." he mused.
Rogue While Hercules speaks, Rogue walks over to the wall and leans that lamp post up against it so its securely resting against the structure. When she turns around, she sees him prick his finger, then put the wound in his mouth. It makes her dark brows furrow a bit, her hands on her hips now, with her weight on her left leg. She tilts her head, ever so slightly, as her white bangs cross over her face in the wind, her green eyes upon him as he walks toward her.

His introduction is made, and her bare hand goes up to pull the white locks out of her face. She tucks them behind her right ear, then looks down to the offered claw.

"No foolin', huh?" She asks him. "I've heard'a you... Not that you're probably shocked by that." She says with a grin, taking the claw and holding it in her own hand now. She just turns it over before tossing it up in the air, and letting it fall back down in to her hand.

"Well. I'll consider this a honor, on both counts. Though, truth be told... I've fought tougher things before." She says with a grin before she offers him her right hand to shake should he desire.

"I'm Rogue... Though folks in the media call me 'Mighty Woman'. So looks like we both got corny public names." She says with a sly grin for him.
Hercules     The god of might offered a little smile, head tilting absently to the side as she admitted her familiarity. "Well, I am an adjective." he both mused and gloated at once. Yes, that was a quick, little cocky wink. She took her trophy and Hercules planted his hands on his hips, a calculated gesture to make him appear all the grander. Statuesque you might say... as if he were posing for one. A hidden talent of his. With her hand proffered, he gladly accepts it. Clapping his own into her waiting paw. A firm squeeze and a few, friendly pumps of her arm before he'd loose her "I would protest that it was more formidable in my day but it did seem a measure meaner than I recall." he confessed, somewhat mollified by the drubbing it had given him before her intervention.

"Indeed!" he mused as she named herself, hartily agreeing with the sentiment. Her reticence in regards to her Nom Du Guerre struck him, "Truly?" he quizzed, a hand poised at his chin as he considered, "I am quite partial to mine own mortal moniker!" he boasted, only now registering the presence of the towns folk. His features erupted in a beaming smile and his presence seemed to radiate a... sense of warmth! "Ho friends! Fear not, though Necromatic ne'er do wells would have you rue this day, you may now rejoice-!" he boomed, a showman playing to the crowd as he stepped to Rogue's left to make a display of her, "for behold your Champion, The Mighty Woman!" he boomed her introduction. Dipping just low enough to try and take up her unshod left hand to lift it in triump and victory.
Rogue Rogue just has a smile on her expression at his demeanor and manners. She drops her hand back to her side after the shake is exchanged, and a nod is given to him. But when he steps to her side, she's looking out at the crowd of onlookers. Her left hand is taken up and raised up. While she just grins and lifts her right to wave a little more.

"You're far too used t'this public shmoozing stuff." She says at him, glancing up at him again. "I'm guessin' you've been at this awhile then, such as your legend would 'tell'." The Belle states before looking back out at the people.

"Always happy t'help!" She calls out to them. "Never be afraid t'look me up online, if ya'll need help!" She adds before regarding Hercules again, and smiling at him.

"Same for you. If ya run up against any more angry, skinned, beasties that ya need help puttin' down. Always happy t'throw down in a good fair fight."
Hercules     "I am a Hero." he declares in more private tones as her initial, slow applause rolls in. Confusion mostly. Was it a movie, a... Mutant thing? He loosed her arm and made a few gesticulations of presentation and display, "What is a hero if not someone that others can look to for confidence and assurance in times of trouble, great or small?" A genuine cheer and that might have been a proposal shouted off to the left.

He regarded her fully, head dipping in difference and thanks for the offer. "I may just have to take you up on such an offer, O' Mighty Woman." he answered. A police siren neared and as ever, it was his gracious cue to exit. "Until then, fare well!" he uttered, half turning in preperation to spring away!
Rogue Rogue drops her bare hand back down to her hip where she posts it up. She smiles at his words warmly before shaking her head. "You got it all right, Mistah." She fires back at him before she glances toward the direction of the local P.D. cars pulling up. Her other hand hangs at her side, spinning that claw around in her gloved fingers.

When she looks back at him, she nods once more to him. "Take it easy out there." She says, motioning to his damaged chest. "Get that looked at too, less ya get a nasty skinless Lion infection." She chides him lightly before flipping the claw up in to the air and catching it again.

Rogue starts to walk toward the Police vehicles then, as she tucks that claw in to her jacket inner pocket. When the cops start to walk toward her, she waves a hand at them, and instantly jumps in to using her best flirtatious ways to charm the officers in to understanding what happened here... She even mentions how their town got visited by the one and only Hercules too!