indie Hermes from New52 Wonder Woman, will take various canon points.
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There were two options he would assume. Etiher she was fine with what was inside of her, or she didn't know. Looking normal for a time, Hemres assumes the first option.
"Forget it, I thought I saw something. Apologies."
"I'm in the business for hunting down rumors. Is there anything...unusual happening, within here?"
She was scribbling down his order on a notepad, humming to the music playing in the kitchen a few yards away when his question made her stop. A smile, customary in her line of work, was presented first; confusion tinted in her voice.
"I'm sorry? I mean, probably not as often as I should but yeah I've gone a few times before. Why?"
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"Those were not fun times. the amount of souls I had to ferry souls..."
He taps one of his clawed feet to the horse base.
"...Its empty, its just a wooden horse with no one inside."
"..."
"Oh, you can see me. Well, I'm Hermes, messanger of the gods."
"It certainly wasn't my prayers they were answering," she says, staring at the giant wooden horse.
"Last time I saw one of those it was filled with Athenian soldiers..." She glances to the strange-looking man standing next to it. "I'm sorry, who are you?"
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"The gods often answer the most obscure of prayers, its hard to say which god answered this one."
He's standing in front of a giant wooden horse, he taps it and it feels hollow inside.
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