fandomtownies | The Park, Sunday Evening

Hercules had arrived at the Causeway via Portalocity, covered in sweat and a few bandaged wounds. He did not feel entirely well leaving Manhattan behind, but he knew that he had commitments here, as well. But the legions of new Ares worshipers would taste his steel soon enough. And he had new friends that he would need to visit, as well.

Instead of heading to his apartment like a sane person, instead the former-demigod instead had bought a six-pack of Lionshead Lager and settled into a park bench to drink. As you do. He popped open a can and raised it to the heavens.

"To those who have fallen, to those who fight, and most importantly, to those who believe in what is right."

He snickered into the lip of the can as he took a sip. "I did not mean to rhyme."

[ooc: Open park, open post.]