1020/Construction

Construction
Date of Scene:	18 June 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Lady Shiva and Ares have an unscheduled meeting at his work site.
Cast of Characters:	Ares, Lady Shiva

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Ares has posed:
    The morning sun is barely creeping above the horizon, the end of the midnight shift drawing near for the workers of local Construction Union 477 and their job at the Fisk Commerce Building. Not a lot of people on this shift, as it was just some work on the twentieth floor that required some walling to be replaced considering some sort of ruckus only a few days ago. Usually large corporations close off the part of the building and then have the construction go on overnight so as to disrupt their business operations as little as possible. Tonight was no different.
    So it was there that the tall man known as John Aaron was kneeling on the side of an exposed I-beam, riveting into place some supports even as the rest of the world was open beside him, the wind coming in through the gaping maw enough to cause the cord dangling low to swing precariously in the breeze.
    After a moment of working he'll lift the visor from his eyes and brush a forearm over his chin, then his brow to wipe away some of the sweat that's trickled into his eyes. It's good pay, good security, but the work is hard. Especially for one whose hands were made for destruction... and not creation.

Lady Shiva has posed:
    The area is closed off, the handful of people that might be in the building overnight not able to go near that floor. Only the construction crew. Who would even want to? A building with missing walls and exposed beams, having to be patched up. It happens all too often in a world of superpowered beings, with locations such as this often becoming nothing more than a backdrop for violence.
    As John works, the breeze blows stronger, gusts that carry a hint of fresh air despite the usual stink ot the city. The welder suddenly goes dead, no power at all. If he glances over toward the core, he will see a familiar figure standing there, arms crossed as she arches a brow.
    "This is humor, yes? You working construction? It is some form of joke?" she asks in a flat tone. "I do not understand your humor at times so this must be one of them because construction?"

Ares has posed:
    At first the man sits up, trying to trigger the tool a few times and then starting to look at it. But then he catches that scent upon the air, in some ways the absence of smell, a cleanliness tinged with the faintest tang of blood. But then her words reach him, aflutter upon the air as he turns his head to the side and espies her standing there wit her arms crossed. His brow furrows as he gains his feet, letting the weapon fall from the side of the beam, dangling on its safety line.
    "Shiva," His greeting, reserved as ever as he takes the few steps needed to slip away from the skeleton of the building, and the great hole in its side that threatens much with its absence. And at a glance he does certainly look the part. Work boots, jeans, a t-shirt, a tool belt. It's almost as if she had interrupted him on his way to a costume party and he were dressed as the third guy from the Village People.
    He stops perhaps ten feet from her as he folds his arms, looking stern as he stands tall and cocks his head to the side, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Lady Shiva has posed:
    Probably for the best to be away from that opening. When Shiva arrives, she's as likely to attack and kick someone off a building as she is to chat. He knows this after the last few years as associates. Friends would be perhaps too much of a word for what they have. Yet they are not enemies. His choice likely had nothing to do with who she is so much as the fact there is someone there that is an unknown factor. He hasn't lived this long without learning a healthy level of paranoia.
    "I came to visit. You were leaving. So I followed. I had other business earlier thus the late arrival." That might exlain that touch of blood. She often has that scent about her for those who can pick up such things but this time, it's fresh.
    She looks to the area he had been working, arms dropping to her sides. With another person, that would be a sign they are relaxing? Shiva? It could be the exact opposite, a preparation for movement as opposed to an opening of self for communication. Her dark eyes flick over the clothes, they way they fit his form, taking in the belt and hard hat. "This is not a joke." She's catching on but she is no less surprised. "You do this...why?"

Ares has posed:
    "No," John looks aside towards the work he had just done, then his brown eyes return to hers and he gives a faint smile, curiously at ease with her moreso than with some other people. "Well, perhaps it is in some ways, as I am not the best individual to perform this task." He steps towards her another step, arms sliding free from being crossed over his chest. "But it provides me with income that I use for myself, and my family."
    For a moment he bites the inside of his cheek and looks her over, then says simply. "Will you be around long? There was this rather fine Brazilian Barbecue I was considering trying." He then turns his hips to the side and steps in, just casually bringing a fist out to snap towards the side of her jaw, but at half speed, just the first of a long play between them over the next few days. Not really trying to strike her, but more just another level of the conversation.
    "Or is this a work visit that draws you here? No time to stop and enjoy the scenery."

Lady Shiva has posed:
It is automatic that she shifts her body, dodging without moving her feet, a bend of the back and a shift of the neck the only movement. He is allowing himself to be read, something that isn't always the case when they spar. Basically, it's like their version of saying hello. Or shaking hands. Her own hand comes up, fingers stiff, going for a strike to the side of his torso that he exposed with the punch, enough that it would leave a bruise but nothing close to the levels she could reach. Her own speed is also about half of her norm.
    "I have not had Brazilian barbeque since I was training in that country. That was..." She considers for a moment. "Many years ago." She's not going to say how many because a lady never gives away her age and capoeira was one of her earlier learned disciplines. "Are you certain you wish to go to a restaurant with me again?"
    The last time could've gone better.

Ares has posed:
    As she steps in his off arm encircles hers, and then his free hand finds hers. It's just a brief moment that their fingers interlace and he /swings/ her to the side, as if to crush her into the wall. Yet it's easy enough for her to /run/ up the side of it, over the water cooler and down to where they face each other anew, but he's smiling. Shaking his head as he rises from his stance and extends a hand towards her, this time more companionably... though at times she's lashed out even during a supposed ceasefire.
    "If you decide to have a repeat of the last tie, you pick up the check. But if you behave yourself, I'll pay. Deal?" He says as he steps towards her.

Lady Shiva has posed:
    Ceasefire? There is no such thing.
    There are times she chooses to stand down though and this is one of them. She looks at his hand. Nothing shows on her face but he knows her well enough. Knows she is deciding whether to take the offering or continue their dance. The chance of her attacking or standing down are about equal, fifty-fifty. She's taken both paths and there is never any way of telling which way she is giong to go. She gives nothing away with her emotions, her expression or her body language. She's absolutely still.
    "It is a deal since I cannot promise not to repeat my actions of that night."
    She takes the offered hand, twining her fingers with his, even though she knows he could just as likely attack again too. It's one of the things she enjoys about their visits. The edge. The never knowing. It is interesting. She takes a step closer to him.

Ares has posed:
    The tall man draws her near and then lifts a hand to ever so presumptuously brush a strand of her hair from her eyes even as his own find hers. The pad of his thumb gently brushes along her inner palm, just a small touch, almost affectionate as they stand close. He draws in his breath and then tilts his head to the side, murmuring quietly. "I find with you around, Shiva... many things slip out of my control."
    His words are given with what could be mild admonishment, but are also given with a warmth to them, that offers perhaps if she is a storm cloud that at times manifests upon the horizon of his life... he is often thankful for the rain that falls.
    Yet he gives her hand a squeeze and then steps back, smiling. "Will you be able to await me for another half an hour, or shall I have to come up with an excuse to rush away lest my crew start suffering 'accidents'?"

Lady Shiva has posed:
    He knows her so well. She gets bored, people often get hurt. It's a hazard of being around her.
    There is no resistance to his touch, no attacking. She accepts it, comfortable. Even relaxed. Though she often looks that way even when she isn't, in this moment it's real. Around him, she tends to do that. she isn't sure why. It's a strange thing she has not been able to understand yet.
    "I have no desire to harm your coworkers although they are mostly a dimwitted bunch," Shiva says as she returns to standing a few feet from him. "I will await you at your vehicle." With that she turns, heading back the way she had come. She does stop long enough to plug in the power so he will be able to continue his work.