Heracles stares at the sleepy little town skeptically, "Really Hermes? This, is the town that so desperately needs a hero? I see no Titans running around, or a magical flood, or a thunderbolt signed with Zeus's name in the back of some dumb mortal. What is there here that could possibly make me a hero, because I can't be given such a title, or story saving small animals from trees." At her complaints, Hermes quirks his eyebrow at the goddess, "You might not be given a title for your heroism, but maybe you could be remembered as Heracles: Sister of the Mighty Hercules and Teller of Extremely Long And Exaggerative... What Was She Talking About Again?"

The woman glares at her companion, earning a laugh and a smirk, "I would like you to know, Hermes, that not only am I stronger than I may seem, but I do not find you funny." Hermes rolls his bright green eyes and takes Heracles by her hand, "You don't have to think I'm funny, my believers do. Now, Beacon Hills may not look like much at the moment, but this town has almost never not needed saving. and because I happen to think highly of you, you, my darling, get my mighty recommendation."

Smiling widely, Hermes opens the pathway for the two of them to jump through, "Close your eyes Heracles. You'll know all you need to know about Beacon Hills when you wake up. Now come." The curly-haired god attempts to pull the woman into the magical hole in the ground, but she stands strong, "What do you mean, 'wake up'?" Shaking his head, Hermes tugs hard, "I mean no more questions, Heracles."

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"I'm protecting my investment." Braeden smirks at the former alpha lying on the couch and looking at her in question. Neither of them notice the woman that seems to have mysteriously appeared in the bed that the bounty hunter was just recently inhibiting. They are both far too invested in each other.

"I'm going to teach you how to -"

"Who the hell are you?" Derek questions the woman standing behind Braeden's back. The woman has an impeccably ethereal look to her, something about her that makes the two want to keep staring, especially Derek.

The woman is tall - at least his height - with a wild and obviously untamable mass of curls tumbling down to the back of her knees, dark brown eyes, and skin a creamy brown, almost like chocolate milk. "I am Heracles, and I am here to save you." She says, shoulders tall and voice strong. Braeden is all prepared to tell her exactly what's what, when Heracles sets her sights on her specifically, "All of you, huntress."

Braeden lifts her eyebrows and turns so that the two of the women will have equal advantages, in her mind, "Really? So you're some kind of savior? Heracles? Because right now, you're looking like nothing but an intruder." Derek tries to speak, but he can't, his eyes frozen on the woman invading his safe space. His home.

"I am not yet a savior, at the moment, I happen to be nothing but who I am." At these words, Derek finally finds his tongue, "And who are you?" His speaking brings the goddess's attention to him, "I am Heracles. Daughter of Zeus, sister of Hercules, and goddess of diversity. I am on a quest to be a hero, as my brother once was, and my voyage seems to have brought me here. Not only to Beacon Hills, but to you, Derek Hale."

At first, the two mortals were open to the thought of this Heracles being someone who could actually help them, but her claims make her sound absolutely crazy. "I would say you don't have to believe me, but for your trust you do. So if trust is what you require, take me to your friend. The Stilinski boy, he is like your oracle, yes?" With skeptical glances to one another, the two go to get dressed.

Heracles waits on the couch while Braeden and Derek depart to his room to converse and call Stiles. The phone rings six times before Stiles answers, huffing with irritation, "I can't really talk now, Derek. We're at the hospital and we just killed Scott and we have to bring him back. Bye, still can't talk." Without waiting to hear what Derek has to say, Stiles hangs up.

"We will just have to wait for him then?" Heracles says as she shoves the door open, her invasive nature and voice making the pair jump. Derek quickly composes himself, "Yeah. You can -" Heracles doesn't wait for the rest of his statement. She knows he wishes to cast her out and pretend she wasn't there, and she isn't going to let that happen.

"No need, Derek Hale. I will wait here with you and your huntress. And on the topic of your concern with my boisterous intrusion, have no worries. You won't even know I'm here."