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...this is a terrible idea.

I'm used to it here; the darkness doesn't bother me, the silence is now comforting, the chill something I bear without notice. But you! You want to send me back. You want me to follow him into the light and then tear me from him for your own amusement - oh, yes. You call them "games" for good reason, despite your nonchalance. The subject matter shouldn't be taken lightly.

I am not your muse. You should rethink this.

[OOC: content warning - ~~possible~~ sexual situations in thread with golden_lyre]

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[Ah, he'll be fine. Hades knows his nephew's little ways; it's not like Herc hadn't done the exact same thing to Hades right to his face before on multiple occasions. Let's face it, it's pretty awesome being Hercules.

And while he was surely worried for a few moments on coming out, thinking she might just plainly be drunk on actually living and feeling again, losing all track of where she was- well, ballistic nymph-hugs have a way of curing all sorts of concerns that might trouble a demigod's mind. So it's a broad smile and a gentle hug that Eurydice got in return, holding her off the ground with effortless ease.] Welcome back to the world of the living, milady. It's a very different place now, but seeing you like this makes me certain we did the right thing.

[He'll tell her about the not-very-onerous bargain in a minute. Right now, just give her a moment to revel in newfound freedom to feel.]

[She's already been up a tree, there are leaves in her hair - but they look artfully placed, when on anyone else they'd appear as though they'd crawled through a hedge backwards. Her feet dangle as he holds her, and she grins up at him.]

I did not think it possible - I had thought my way barred for certain.

[And then her smile fades somewhat.]

...will I find Orpheus here? Or does this 'very different place' mean that we are not where we should be?

Let's be fair, lass; your good Orpheus managed to do even better with just a song After all, he didn't have to worry about pursuit, and he didn't wind up making any bargains that lasted beyond that tunnel. [That's something worth getting to in a moment, no?

But first, he'll switch to holding with just one arm, and petting her hair reassuringly.] Come now, Eurydice, that's nothing to be concerned about. We came out where we should, to be sure- and while I may not know where your beloved might be, we'll just keep looking until we find him, be he Earthbound or elsewhere... though admittedly, there is a lot of elsewhere to look through. Rather little of it should apply to him, though.

Do you suppose we'll have to look far?

[She's taking comfort in his reassuring hand on her hair, slender arms clinging tight to him, the physical anchor to this new world of sunlight. The forest, while full of trees who welcomed her, is not one she recognises.

A breeze picks up, moving the strands of her hair under his fingers.]

Is there a way we can let him know that I have my freedom?

Sadly, I can't say at all. I've not even met the man, to my recollection- as little as that means. [Because when you've taken hits in the head on a regular basis for three thousand years, the memory starts to get a little fuzzy... And without proper introduction, who's to say he'd even know Orpheus if he met him?

That said, Herc does have an idea to get started.] I'd have to know how to contact him in order to do that, or at the least know what he'd look at- but why not ask family for help? His family, to be specific.

[And from out of that skimpy minikilt-thing he's wearing, Herc pulls a smartphone. Dialing now, and...] Hello, Olympus Group? This is Hercules. Could you patch me through to one of the bigwigs? I'm trying to locate the Muses.

[He shifted the phone away from his mouth for a moment.] This clever device is letting me chat with someone a thousand miles away!

Edited 2013-10-27 06:31 (UTC)

...you would remember his music. Apollo favoured him greatly.

[Eurydice looks confused as Herc reaches into his... well, mini-kilt is pretty accurate, if not particularly Greek. It's almost Spartan, if the Spartans had cut their tunics and forgone their cuirass. Either way, he's a fine figure of a man.

Her confusion gives way to wariness at the smartphone. She has no idea at all what it is, or who he's speaking to, and why he's being so... so... blasé about finding the Muses; his explanation results only in a look of worry.]

One thousand miles? But how? [It doesn't occur to her that she's interrupting a conversation, because as far as she knows, they're the only ones present.]

As have many a musician I've met, but who's to say he even calls himself Orpheus anymore? [Was he Mozart, or Bach, or Louie Armstrong? Might have been Freddie Mercury, actually... and minikilts are TOTALLY the height of fashion for Greek demigods this era, thank you! Seriously, who wants to bother with that 'pants' nonsense?

Also, hand over the voice pickup for the moment, he's being transferred.] The people of this time have an amazing number of wondrous devices, is how; far less spiritual than they used to be, but their worldliness has offered many a remarkable revelatio- oh, there we go. Apollo's office? Oh, no need to bother him directly, I think; I just came back from the Underworld and need to hunt down the Muses. Any chance you'd know where to look? Yes, I can wait.

[Okay, back to Eurydice.] Father set up a grand business called a 'holding corporation' in the mortal world to keep an eye on their progress, which has surely come in handy a couple times- although it had its drawbacks, too. [Such as Hera trying to leverage the Olympus Group into rewriting the universe, but hey, them's the breaks!]

I don't know why he would change it? [Don't distress a nymph when she's just regained her freedom, Herc! Though pants will forever confuse her. What purpose do they serve?]

--Apollo? He would know where to find Orpheus, surely! [Except... no.] I think.... that I might need to sit down. So much has changed, and I'm afraid I don't understand it.

[Psh, pants. People just like them because they're popular. ...and have good freedom of movement. ...And offer close protection against the weather. ...And can't be blown up by a chance draft to expose you. But dangit, they don't show you off well at all, and they'll never offer that refreshing breeze that Herc refuses to do without!] Not wanting to be associated with his last adventure? I can understand him not wishing to deal with the mockery of those too cowardly to even consider attempting such a feat. [Life's easier when you're not burdened by the expectations of others, let's face it.]

All too true, I'm afraid- but you'll have the time to learn, I mean to make sure of that. Just so long as you take extra care this upcoming- Ah, yes, thank you! [Yep, he'll just continue his call a little bit further away so as to give her breathing space.]

...Well, that's unfortunate. Does make things tricky, certain- what? And you're sure of that? Well, it's a start. Thank you for your time, you've been most- An autograph? [He chuckled; not very professional of them but who could blame 'em?] Very well, I'll inscribe it the very next time I'm there. Be sure to remind me, now! Farewell. [Click, and away the little device goes again.

After securing it, Herc turned back to his new charge with a gentle smile.] It's a strange new world, as I said- but there's trees, and friends, and a hunt for your dear husband. I think there's room in this world for your happiness, Eurydice.

[Eurydice sits with a graceful tumble, her legs folding beneath her, her chiton billowing only for a moment before it settles around her thighs. Folding her hands in her lap, she fidgets absently with the material, watching him converse. She hadn't considered that people would mock her beloved for turning too soon - but she also hadn't considered that such a peculiar passage of time would occur, either. If people wish to mock a love so great that desperation drove a man to ask the god of death himself to stay his sentence, and was then tricked into failure, then they deserve whatever unhappiness is in their lives. Eurydice firmly believes that Orpheus turning around was sheerest accident of timing, orchestrated by Hades' desire to keep all souls who pass into his domain in their place.

She's watching the hero with large eyes, her dark red hair falling about her shoulders. His smile brings forth her own, though it's far less exuberant than when she first realised she was free.]

I hope so. I would hate for you to have gone to all that trouble for naught. Did whomever you spoke to tell you where we should start looking?

[Herc's opinion of the people who'd rather spitefully point out where the strong man stumbled than actually do something for themselves isn't really suitable for mixed company, and he'd rather spare the nymph's delicate ears- but OH YEAH, he sympathizes with Orpheus on that one.

Coming over to her, he settled down to one knee and took her delicate hands in his brawny battered own.] It's not the most encouraging start I could hope to offer, things got rather shook up at the place I called after the latest Big Hero Upheaval- but they did offer a beginning, yes. I could confirm that at least one Muse was visiting Mount Parnassus for nostalgia's stake, and surely whichever one it was should be able to direct us further. We'll wish to take care, but that shouldn't be too terrible a trip, no?

((OOC: Continued in Musebox, here.))

Edited 2013-11-15 07:34 (UTC)

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