[Hermes--but he hadn't given that name when asked, he'd said to call him Outis, and who knows if a doctor remembers that small detail of the Odyssey if he'd ever read in the original Greek--may not have his power or his wings, but he's still effectively at the fitness level of an Olympic athlete. Even hungry and thirsty, he can keep up with the grueling pace of running and hiding, resisting the urge to run ahead and find safety at the cost of his new companion.
Hermes stops when his companion stops, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his chiton.]
Hand on your chest and belly, breathe in through your nose, hold, and out through your mouth, breathe with your stomach, there's a good man-- [If Hermes knows anything, it's how to run effectively. Part of that is knowing how the best athletes catch their breath fast in between sprints. It may be redundant to say this to a doctor, but one never knows.
But then he hears... something. Somethings? And his companion is gesturing for him to back it up. Hermes curses softly.] Malakas. Do you know what that is?
[His head is already whirring with ideas. Go up. Go up and barricade the stairs. But he doesn't know what's lurking and speaking with all those voices.]
Waking up to a Nightmare
Hermes stops when his companion stops, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his chiton.]
Hand on your chest and belly, breathe in through your nose, hold, and out through your mouth, breathe with your stomach, there's a good man-- [If Hermes knows anything, it's how to run effectively. Part of that is knowing how the best athletes catch their breath fast in between sprints. It may be redundant to say this to a doctor, but one never knows.
But then he hears... something. Somethings? And his companion is gesturing for him to back it up. Hermes curses softly.] Malakas. Do you know what that is?
[His head is already whirring with ideas. Go up. Go up and barricade the stairs. But he doesn't know what's lurking and speaking with all those voices.]