1019/The Incognito Olympian

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The Incognito Olympian
Date of Scene: 18 June 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Ares, Wonder Woman




Ares has posed:
    With information gained from a particular deity, it wouldn't be too terribly hard to find the man calling himself John Aaron. For though he lives under an assumed identity, it is not an identity that is secretive beyond the name. It would take little to learn of his membership with the Construction Workers Union Local 477. Or that he lived in a double plot in the suburbs with a fairly private fence and copse of wooded area to his property. But finding the man himself, that can be difficult. Usually it takes keeping watch, but sometimes... one can trust to the fates to find him.
    Such as the early morning just outside that home of his. His hours are odd so he doesn't come and go at the regular times. But when that black SUV that he drives arrives to the driveway of his home, and when it pulls up then the lights turn off... it's perhaps then that his searcher will find him.
    From afar he is a tall and well built man who might warrant a second glance. Though the clothes he wears are without remark. Jeans, t-shirt, a black bomber jacket and some white sneakers. It would be hard to imagine him as anything other than a working stiff. That is unless someone had seen him before.

Wonder Woman has posed:
The sounds of a jet in the night can be heard in the far off distance, most might not even pay a lick of attention to the high pitched squeal of its engines high above the surface of the earth.

Through the dark skies a figure swoops low above the idealic setting that this man has chosen to call home. The figure would begin to take shape and it was moving at high velocity right up until it comes into contact with the ground about twenty feet from where John (Ares) stands now, exiting his vehicle.

The figure halts suddenly and it takes the shape of a familar form to John... Diana Prince.... in full armored attire, though most ofit is hidden behind her volumous navy blue/gold cloak draped over her shoulders.

Diana does not look pleased as she drops onto the surface of the ground onto her armored feet and she draws a sword, aiming it right at John from about fifteen feet away from him... her blue eyes stare down the gleaming blade of the deadly weapon.

"What are you doing here?" Diana asks of John, her accented English laced with an accusatory tone that goes right along with her stern glare.

Ares has posed:
    The tall man is standing there, having just exited his vehicle. His features are stern, those brown eyes grim as he turns his regard fully upon the amazing being known as Diana Prince. The tendons in his jaw clench and he rounds on her. Despite the way he looks at such a casual glance, despite the innocuous manner of the man to those who do not know him, the weight of his gaze that he places upon the Princess is heavy. Like several anvils dropped from on high his regard is a harsh thing, particularly as he draws himself to his full height.
    The door closes with a thump and then a short chirp-churp is heard as it locks automatically. Then, with such stern solemnity he starts to step towards her...
    Only for those steps to pause near the end of the driveway but ten feet from her as he lifts his voice, deep baritone rising into a growl as he says, "Getting. My. Mail."
    He rests his hand upon the oh so entirely normal looking postal box, and then says to her sharply. "Do you mind?"

Wonder Woman has posed:
"With every fiber of my being." Diana tells him, her sword still aimed right at his throat even if he was still a fairly long distance away from here. She kept her eyes trained solely upon his face. "Do not play dumb with me." She continued a second later. "You are not some... domesticated man... looking to play by the laws of this society. You are here to meddle and create strife." She accused him.

"Why?" She asked. "Why come here now and do this. Explain yourself!" She rose her voice at him just a little there while continuing to simply glare, the night time breezes were gently swaying her black hair and that blue cloak that mostly encased her form beneath it.

Ares has posed:
    No one can gain his ire so quickly, none save perhaps Hercules. She is a living wire that burns his skin with each word uttered, and those eyes of hers cause the very darkness he strives to keep hidden manifest itself in the tall being's grim facade. Suddenly there's a /crunch/ as that mail box is crushed under his hand like some discarded sausage casing, then he looks at it and scowls.
    Drawing his hand back he points at her. "You have no right to speak to me so, automata." A step forward and suddenly that disguise he wears almost seems forgotten as the very shadows seem to grow long around him, as if the weight of his existence drew the world tighter around him.
    But then she can /see/ him gain a grip on himself, his eyes closing as he slowly lowers his finger. "You claim to worship Olympus and yet it is a mystery to you and yours beyond the occasional word granted from on high. I have turned my back on them."
    And then his brow knits together, and through the gate behind him she might well see evidence of these words as he murmurs them. "I have a son," For off behind him there is a small bmx bike on its side next to the garage. There are some old toys scattered on the porch. Just small hints as to the existence of Alexander.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana was an observant woman so when he spoke of the son, it did not take her long to take note of the items that were indicative of a young boy. But that couldn't cut through the years of scar tissue that formed over the tales of her people that swore her to fight againt Ares and his corrupting ways of the people of this world.

Diana, did, however, adjust her weight for a moment, shifting from one armored boot to another before her geze recentered upon him... her sword stayed aimed at him how it had been up to this point. "At least we honor Olympus and the good that it can bring to this world, rather than toy with it and stoke the embers of everything foul about Mankind." These words are said in a quiet voice, but a stern one yet-still.

"I refuse to believe that you have... turned over a new leaf, and have become some sort of... model 'father figure' for your child. It is not in your ways, Ares. You have done nothing to prove otherwise to me either."

Ares has posed:
    The man's jaw clenched again and he spreads his hands slowly, flaring as if trying to brush past her words and grasping at something. Perhaps he's imagining it's her neck he wants to squeeze, or perhaps it's more just trying to get a hold of some way to present his position. Her coming across him this way, shattering through all the casual veneers of polite society he had adopted. She cut to the core, for truly he is a beast playing at a man in some ways.
    He takes a long steadying breath, releasing it slowly like a low rumble torn from the large man's chest. Ares' scowl is a marked thing as he steps towards her, but one solo step. "Daughter of Hippolyta." That is better than automata, assuredly. He goes on, "I cannot say I am free of ill will, for I know what a creature I am."
    There's a pause as he draws himself up, then he looks behind himself as if imagining everything that his home represents to him going up in so much smoke, placed on the pyre by the Amazon Princess. He looks back to her and says, "I set my hand to task against the mortals, at times at my father's behest, at times by my own. I accept the ill I have done, and I have made what efforts I could to ensure I would no longer ravage mankind."
    A deep breath is taken, again trying to calm, to enforce it upon himself. "I am no longer Ares. I have turned my back on Olympus. Perhaps Zeus may well find another to fill my role. But for me. Right now." He knits his brow, "I care only for what little I can influence in front of me. My life. My home. My son. If you attack those things..."
    He meets her gaze again, "I do not know what I will do."

Wonder Woman has posed:
When he said these things to her, she initially responded by simply shaking her head back and forth very slowly. "Yet still you display how little you understand me, Ares." She responded, glancing toward his home to her right and then back to him. "My displeasure with you being here has zero to do with your supposed child. In fact, I worry for that child's safety if he is to grow up with you as a father-figure." Ouch.

"I do not trust you, Ares." Diana said further, not skipping a beat. "I will be watching you closely, and if you should step out of line... out of this... little package that you have placed yourself inside of... I will be there to put you back inside it, or send you back to Olympus begging for them to accept you after whatever you did that lead you to be here."

Ares has posed:
    For a time he's not looking at her, his eyes are unfocused, as if looking past trying to find some course of action, some... path of dialogue that will lead to matters being better. To matters being safe for if not himself then his child? But always as he thinks of such, as he tries to consider what might be best for his 'family', a small voice niggles at the back of his head. It asks him quietly, 'does he truly deserve to be safe, to have a family?'
    But he shakes his head and says, "Princess Diana." She can see him struggle, his head turning one way, then the other. But he looks back to her. "Will you..." He gestures, "Join me for guest rite, to enjoy bread, and drink, and salt." The words are given with a measure of formality, taking that step to bind himself to such a ritual should she accept.
    "I will raise no hand to you, and you will have safety at my hearth. If you accept then it will grant us more of a chance to... at least not be at drawn blades whenever our paths cross. For this..." He gestures to her, her sword still pointed at his chest, "It is no way for us to make what peace we can, if you so wish. Even if it means it ending with my blood."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana heard this request and it caused her to step forward, to take several steps toward him and reduce their distance down to maybe eight feet from her blade to his throat. "You... are responsible for the misery, suffering, and death... of countless lives upon this world." She said to him in a darker tone to her accented English.

"If you think that I would ever dine with you for a casual 'chat' then you have clearly lost whatever measure of mind you once had."

Diana's sword motioned toward his home. "Go into your home. Take care of your child... do not do -anything- to harm -anyone- undeserving... and we will never see one another." A soft breath was taken then by the Princess. "But if you do not take heed to my words, then I will be back and I will choke you with the bread you speak of." Which, apparently would be how Diana turns down a dinner invitation, at least one from Ares.

Ares has posed:
    "Very well, Princess." The tall man straightens slowly, as if the fates were already showing him the twine that represented the future and was already slicing off pieces before his eyes. Each path a road for those of the world, and each severed by a brush of a blade. "But know this," He looks to her, "When whatever passes in the future, this that you have left in the gutter stillborn..."
    Ares reaches over and /rips/ the mailbox out of the ground with one hand and holds it at his side. "This offer, and my desire for peace was sincere." He turns his back on her then, pointedly. Then he begins to walk away with nothing further to say.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would watch the man rip the mailbox from the ground and she'd lower her sword only after he put his back to her and went towarfd his presumed home. A second later and the sword was sent up behind her back within her cloak and the quiet sound of metal slipping against leather could be heard as she sheathed it back into its harness strapped around her body.

Diana watched him a few moments longer, quite curious as to the well being of this child he spoke of... but there'd be time for finding out information on said child later, things seemed calm here and now, that was what she'd come to ensure... but she was still, disturbed, to say the least.

A moment later and Diana shot skyward, with barely the noise of a fluttering of cloth in her wake.