Owner	Pose
Hercules	It's been a long night. Hercules has had an entire keg, more than an entire keg, and countless shots of god knows what. Somehow, he ends up god knows where in Europe, in a remote area, and ends up fighting his way through a bunch of ninjas in a League of Assassins stronghold. He falls asleep on a bunch of the unconscious ones in the middle of a warehouse, while the others, having noticed how their blades broke and bullets bounced off, locked the doors and called Talia al Ghul herself. It's morning now, Hercules is just starting to wake up, groaning and looking around. "Ninjas?" is the first thing he asks, standing up and scratching the back of his head, yawning. He looks very casual as he walks around the shipping area, shoving a few wooden crates out of the way. "I don't know where the ninjas came from, but I'm starving..." He looks around, curious but not particularly alarmed, with surprisingly unused melee weapons strapped to his back. There is crunching on the floor, because he's stepping through hundreds of bullet shells. "We really had a party last night..."
Talia al Ghul	Even Talia isn't sure how the big man found his way into one of the League's strongholds. She also isn't sure why there are so many bodies on the floor. Bodies of her agents. By the time the call came, the fighting was pretty much over. The cleanup would have to wait, since everyone... EVERYONE... in the stronghold was unconscious. Everyone except for Talia, that is. When the big man finally woke up, Talia is the only other conscious person in the room. Sitting there in her black bodysuit with crossed blades upon her back, she watches him with an amused smile. "Someone did, yes. By all rights, you should be dead. I am most curious why you are not."
Hercules	"I can't believe I don't remember this! Ninjas! Do you know how fun it is to fight //ninjas//?" Hercules asks, cracking his neck before reaching into his pouch for a toothbrush and some toothpaste. "Well that's easy! I'm Hercules, the Lion of Olympus. Takes more than a few..." he looks around, trying to count. "Dozen ninjas to stop me, from doing whatever I did." He starts to brush his teeth, then puts his things away and grabs a little travel size mouthwash to gargle. After a spit, he smiles, teeth large, then goes back to talking. "I also drank a lot, I don't remember a //thing// from last night, except chugging a whole keg. You know, beer makes a man stronger!"
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul doesn't get up, although her smile broadens at the introduction. "Hercules? THE Hercules." she repeats. Of course Talia does place stock in mythology. And based on his performance at the... party... last night, the story certainly seems likely. Interesting. "So tell me, Hercules, what DO you remember from last night? Aside from the beer and the fight. And more importantly, what are you going to do next?" Talia rises, then, taking a few steps closer. "Please call me Talia."
Hercules	"Let's see... I remember rolling around in some grass, I think I fell asleep on a private jet, uhh, then I think I drunkenly fell out of a private jet. I remember punching a bear, and now I'm here." Hercules tries his best to remember, rubbing his beard in between two fingers. "Yup, that seems about right." When she asks what he'll do next, he looks around, considering, then stares down at her, smiling wide. He reaches to gently take her hand, bowing respectfully. "The beautiful Talia, bronze maiden of this strange land I've drunkenly stumbled into. The eyes that crushed a thousand hearts and inspired the birth of a million stars!" If that's his answer, it's not particularly clear.
Talia al Ghul	Talia shakes her head slowly, and were it anyone else. Were it not for all of the bodies of her assassins on the floor... She extends her hand to him, a lady accepting her due. The smile is one of her most charming, lashes lowered just so. Forget about bears and jets. This, at least, is something she can relate to. "I believe you mentioned being hungry. Would you like to talk over breakfast?"
Hercules	"I'd love a breakfast! But you know, a body like this needs more than a few waffles. I'm the son of Zeus, the Prince of Power, I need a morning //feast//!" Hercules carefully releases her hand, rather loud and without shame in the way he expressively swings his arms around. "Or at least lots of sausages." "Hey, why do you have all these ninjas, anyway? You must be the leader, since you're not unconscious." he observes, not //entirely// oblivious as he waits for her to lead the way.
Talia al Ghul	The black suit does sort of give it away, and the swords help. Although Talia hasn't shown any interest in actually *using* the swords. Another sure sign that she's the leader: she's smarter than the others. She walks slowly, picking her way through unconscious bodies, bullet casings, and broken weapons. The slow pace also helps to emphasize just how *well* she fills out the bodysuit and she works the walk, making it look natural. "They work for me, so you're correct. In a manner of speaking. While they do have their skills, they certainly lack your... enthusiasm." Talia replies. Leading the way into a dining room (one of the rooms that escaped destruction), they are greeted by a man dressed like a waiter. She speaks to him in Arabic. <Prepare a heavy breakfast for at least twenty-five.> "I live here, actually. And I could use a man of your singular abilities." she adds. "A woman likes to be 'looked after', of course." And if there's a double-meaning intended, it's likely no accident.
Hercules	"Hey, hey, nothing wrong with a good ninja! Not everyone can have the strength of Hercules!" Hercules is quick to defend the ninjas who he drunkenly beat up, and he shamelessly watches her as he follows from behind. "I'm no stranger to looking after a woman, but I'm no ninja either. I can't even fit into ninja robes!" He swiftly steps up next to her, reaching for her hand again. "But I'm in no rush to leave your side, either. A beauty like you comes only once in a man's lifetime!"
Talia al Ghul	Talia pauses as he steps up beside her, slipping her arm through his with a casual gesture. "You're strong AND perceptive. Exceptional qualities in a man." She leads to the long table, guiding him to a seat next to the head of the table, and her own chair. It isn't long before good smells come from the direction of the kitchen. "I'm in no rush to send you from my side either, Hercules. In fact, I'd like for you to remain close. Very close. If your amenable to the idea."
Hercules	"The mighty Hercules will remain by your side for as long as you need. Though I can't imagine you need much protection." Hercules holds her hand, looking up her arm, observing her muscle structure. "I've fought a million men and a million women. You are among those with the most skilled movements I've ever seen." "One does not need to fight to show their exceptional skill." He raises his other hand to shift her hair from her face. "Surely you don't need Hercules for a simple thing like protection."
Talia al Ghul	Talia gestures towards the great room and the still-unconscious bodies. "I don't need much protection? All evidence to the contrary." she replies, offering him a smile all the same. Pausing to turn towards him, the woman gives her head a little tilt when he brushes the hair from her face. "You can tell so much about a woman just from how she moves? How very interesting, indeed." the woman replies. And yes, any lingering doubts that he's really who he claims to be are melting away quickly. "But you are correct. I would consider 'protection' to be a gross misuse of your abilities, Hercules. Not even acting as a deterrent." Why else would she want to keep a bruiser close at hand? "Doing anything less than heroic deeds would simply be a waste. You -are- fond of heroic deeds, are you not?"
Hercules	"Hey, //you're// not unconscious!" Hercules points out, as if it's a hole in her logic. "I'm incredibly observant when it comes to women, and warriors. And I never accept anything less than the most heroic deeds! Well, that's not true, I am known for my more boring labors as well. I've saved some cats out of a tree." He leans in, large elbow pressed against her most likely normally sturdy table, straining it. "I'm also quite well-versed in the Elven Tickler."
Talia al Ghul	Okay, so the Elven Tickler is likely a new one, even for Talia. But she can read between the lines. Ahem. "You do make a good point, with me being the only one conscious besides yourself." she replies. And while he's been checking her out she's been doing the same. Talia is used to controlling men, or at least being in control. While THIS man certainly has an eye for a pretty face, she's getting the idea that he'll be about as easy to control as a runaway freight train. "We'll have to discuss the Elven Tickler after breakfast, perhaps."
Hercules	"Breakfast indeed!" Hercules slams his fists against the table, though not hard enough to break it, //just// hard enough to shake it. "After all that beer last night, I could eat an entire cow!" he says a little louder, as if to give hints to the kitchen. "But yes, breakfast first, Elven Tickler later."