<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Anybody listening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Earth<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals.<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Oddly exuberant<br/><hr/><br/>Anyone she passed, would hear Hermes screaming, screaming loud and long and wildly. Though it wasn't a scream of terror, she'd gotten most of that yelling out of her system in the "courtroom." She was screaming like a wild loon with enjoyment of the sheer thrill of plunging to the earth with no winged sandals (they'd given her boring dumb ones to wear instead. Ugh.) The rush of the air whipped through her hair as she plummeted towards the ground, passing some of the others as she did. Lifetimes of flight prepared her for what was coming next, and so she grinned with anticipation.<br/><br/>Tucking her body up, she angled herself just so as she approached the ground and barreled forward, bleeding off her momentum before ending in a front spring flip over. She posed at the end with her hands in the air, ever the show off, as if she were posing for an Olympic judge or something. The long divet she'd left in the dirt behind her a trail of her awesomeness. "Yeah...stuck the landing...sweet..."<br/><br/>She brushed some of the dirt off of her as she shook her head, then frowned. Hermes was more or less all there, at least according to these fleshy hands she had now. They were more or less mortals now from what she heard and that kinda sucked. What REALLY sucked is she took the rap for something she hadn't done. If she was going to get pinched, she'd hoped it would be for one of her more spectacular crimes. Or at least the Noodle Incident. She stopped patting for as second as she reached up and frantically felt her hair, her eyes wide as saucers. She could hear someone shouting off in the distance, so she let them have their turn before she did the same.<br/><br/>"Hey! You said I could keep my hat! C'mon we made a deal if I went quietly!" she tapped her foot. Impatiently tapped it, to the point where it became a blur in the dirt as it kicked up dust. Finally a shiny blur appeared in the distance. It hurtled at her with the grace of being thrown by someone who just didn't give a crap. A grin split her face as she timed it, then spun her body as it slipped into her fingers, doing a little spin and twirl and slipping the metal cap, with twin wings sprouting out of it, onto her head. She sighed contently. Much better.<br/><br/>She looked at the figures in the distance, she'd landed a bit away from them, and zipped over. Literally. More or less just appearing behind the fella offering his hand down to someone else, she caught the tail end of the question and stuck out her hand "Hermes..pleased to meetcha..."