1994/Deconstruction Zone

Deconstruction Zone
Date of Scene:	14 August 2017
Location:	Angela's Loft - Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Ares brings the blade for Angela to unmake.
Thanks to:	Ares!
Cast of Characters:	Ahadiel, Ares

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Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela Davis, aka Ahadiel, is currently working on her mysterious sculpture. She chisels a bit here and there, standing on a stepstool as she balances slightly precariously. Well, it looks precarious, save that it's her, and she's not really in any serious danger...

Ares has posed:
    The door to the studio is knocked upon at first, announcing the tall man's presence at the entrance to her home away from, well, her true home in the clouds. But if there is no answer he will presume much by stepping through and to that main floor of the loft, pausing to get his bearings as he looks around the room and furrows his brow with a moment of consideration.
    But then he'll hear the noise of the chisel clinking upon her sculpture, chipping away at her vision. He'll turn and call out her assumed name, announcing his presence as he starts to head in the direction where the sounds are coming from.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela blinks, then smiles, looking over at Ares. She leans against the sculpture, tilting her head, "Well, I'd love to think this was a social call... but I know you. You never make social calls." She then says, "What can I do for you, Ares?"

Ares has posed:
    A hand is lifted to offer her greeting as he advances upon her, a pack slung over his shoulder being set down before her as he closes the distance. "Angela, I came with the article I spoke to you of before." He seems much as he was before, sneakers, blue jeans, t-shirt. Terribly mundane in truth, almost as if he had gone native. Which he has.
    The bag whirs, the zipper undone as he slides it down and then reaches within to find a small gladius within a metal and leather scabbard. He brings it out and holds it before her, drawing the blade just enough for her to get a glimpse of the blue steel and to feel the subtle malevolent presence of whatever powers the blade.
    "I would ask of you the unmaking of a thing."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, and comes down towards Ares. And then she takes the blade from him, concentrating a bit as she focuses on the weapon, "Great power... to control. Great hunger..." Her eyes flash as she looks at Ares, "It needs to be destroyed." And with that, she leads the way towards her forge, glancing around, "This... is something I don't think I've ever done before. Not like this, anyway." She shivers a bit, torn between the blade's malevolence, and her own nature.

Ares has posed:
    A small nod is given as he follows her footsteps, hands hooking behind his back as he moves, his gaze drifting from point of interest to point of interest. But when she finishes speaking his brown eyes turn back to her. "If you need time to prepare or perhaps aid, I understand. There is no time critical aspect to this. It is... simply not something I would care to leave around untended to, and granting it to you will at least allow my mind to rest easier."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles, "I can do it, I just... need to focus for a moment." She glances over at Ares. Then she draws the blade out completely in a smooth motion, setting it down on her anvil. "This is going to be interesting." Her eyes focus, not really noticing Ares as she takes a massive sledgehammer from the rack. Unlike most of her weapons or forge equipment, this item has silver runes etched all around the head. And the shaft. As she picks up the massive hammer, the runes flare a brilliant silver, still glowing as she holds it in her hands. Then she turns to look at Ares, "If it weren't my anvil, I couldn't attempt to do this."

Ares has posed:
    The tall man gives her a stern nod as he folds his arms over his broad chest, the black t-shirt clinging to the carefully delineated curves of his musculature as he looks upon her and the blade in turn. A step back is taken to assure she has enough room to focus and tend to this matter, his eyes narrowing as he focuses fully on her. "Beware, Angela. It is no simple blade and will do you harm if you allow it."
    That having been said he takes a deep breath and focuses upon the blade, expression grim.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela then places her hand on the hilt of the blade, steadying it in place, and it seems to whisper, malevolence in its existence, "... yes, be the angel of Vengeance once more... wield me on behalf of the Name... reclaim your position Ahadiel..."

    The angel pauses, not quite expecting that. And it's true, she could use the blade for good, right? Surely it wouldn't corrupt one of the Host... she would be too strong, not like a mortal...

    Right?

Ares has posed:
    A small sigh slips from the tall man as John shifts his weight to the other foot, his eyes following hers as she speaks rather so thoughtfully. But as she gets to the last few words he'll clear his throat and says simply, "Angela, dear, if you are too weak-willed to accomplish this task then return the blade to me. If you attempt to hold onto it I'm afraid I'll end up punching you and then I'll feel bad afterwards. A bit."
    But at that he smirks and quirks an eyebrow, "Get on with it."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Pride isn't exactly the way to appeal to an Angel. She smiles at the blade, "It isn't about my power, or how I serve the Name. It's about making something. Something true."

    With that, the hammer comes down, crashing into the blade as it shrieks audibly now, the malevolence feeling the pain of the impact as she says, "You are a flawed creation. You will be remade into something suitable for Creation!" Again and again, the hammer falls. The shrieking growing distant as the metal is warped and bent, the blade losing its edge, its sentience as the minutes slip to hours, Angela working hard at the forge to make something new out of the cursed thing.

Ares has posed:
    As the thing is unmade and then reshaped, John Aaron will stay there, watching... gauging the blade as much as her, just in case she might slip and lose herself to whatever foul machinations the thing might tempt her with. Eventually he had stepped back to lean against the wall, arms across his broad chest as he watched her work, expression pensive as he holds his tongue, though his silence speaks of much.
    Once she is near the end, however, he'll give her a nod. "Stay strong, Angela."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles, "Don't worry, Ares. An angel only forces away the slag... only what is pure will remain." The sinister presence, the malevolence is gone. There's no presence at all, really, as it was forged into nonexistence by the angel's hammer.
    What remains? Is a buckler. A rather exquisite looking buckler, at least the prototype of one, as it would still need some additional work. But it's the beginning of something more, as Angela looks over at Ares, a hint of a tired expression as she says, "I have not done that in... quite some time." She sets her hammer back against the wall, looking done with the task, as it is now no longer the cursed blade. Rather it serves to protect, as it should.

Ares has posed:
    Pushing off the wall he'll nod to her and rest a hand on her shoulder gently, "You enjoy my thanks, Angela." Yet as he says that he will eye her work, considering the buckler that she has made our of the weapon. He'll give a small grunt of acknowledgement, his eyes narrowing for a moment. But no, it will do. It has to.
    Turning back to her he'll nod once and murmurs levelly, "I appreciate your efforts here, I owe yo." That said he'll offer a small smile.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela sighs a bit, looking actually tired in a way she rarely does. She slumps a bit against Ares, resting a hand on his chest, "Oh... what sort of thanks were you thinking?" She smiles a little, eyes sparkling with a bit of amusement as she says, "The malevolence has been beaten out of the thing. It won't hurt anyone this way." She sounds very certain of that fact.

Ares has posed:
    A snort comes from him as he shakes his head at her, his smirk curved sardonic upon those grim features. He ruffles her hair a bit and murmurs, "I'll repay the favor some day." He smirks and lets his hand slip to hers to give it a small squeeze, even as he tells her, "But for now you should rest, and I... I will get something to eat and return to my son."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smirks, "You know, the old you would have just taken advantage of my being tired." She laughs a bit, "I like this new version of you, Ares." She then leans up, and places her lips softly to his for a slow, but gentle, kiss, "But it can be a little frustrating sometimes. Oh, and I definitely want to meet your son."

Ares has posed:
    The tall man's brow furrows after that kiss and her words offering about his son. He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck as he murmurs, "I try to keep him separate from all the madness of this world, Angela. He deserves at least the semblance of a safe upbringing. But perhaps some day." He lifts his hands, fingers flaring slightly as he waves aside his own words as if they were unworthy. "But again," He meets her gaze and smiles, solemnly he adds, "Thank you."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela nods, "You're welcome. I'm glad I could destroy that in a suitable fashion." She smiles slightly, "And you should know I'm not a part of the madness either of your pantheon or the costumes that run around these days. I'm as safe as safe can be." Then she gets a sly look, "Well, not /entirely/ safe..." Giving Ares a wink, she slips away from him, making her way towards the stairs. "If you decide to have me over, you know where to find me."

Ares has posed:
    "I do, Angela. Thank you again," He calls out after her as he walks back towards the door. He picks up his satchel on the way, slinging it back over his shoulder as he moves off. Just before he exits she'll hear his voice again, "Be good!" He calls out, perhaps chiding her, perhaps even laughing a bit. But then he's gone.