5796/Hela On Earth

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Hela On Earth
Date of Scene: 17 November 2018
Location: Norway
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Hela, Ares




Hela has posed:
The breathtaking Geirangerfjord in Norway, is an extraordinare piece of nature in all its glory. But tonight it's disturbed by something other than tourists, as an ominous dark cloud spreads out of thin air. From within an infernal green glow breaks, before a radiant emerald gate opens wide. A dark silhouette can be seen from within slowly making her approach, before an imposing 7' woman in dark and green, with a regal and ethereal green cape billowing behind her. She looks around her with smoky green eyes, looking at the same time pleased and disappointed.

Ares has posed:
As soon as the Goddess of Death emerged from her hallowed kingdom (and exile), The God of War would be standing in front of her to greet her. Dressed in pitch black armor with multiple engravings or rams and bultures, with a black fur cloak that flows gloriously to the ground, including a hood to cover his head, Ares looks at her with crimson red eyes. "I see you finally emerged from your cave." He remembers when he heard news that Odin had imprisoned his own flesh and blood. Something that he often compared him to his own father, Zeus, for. But, Despite the greeting, Ares doesn't appear hostile.

Hela has posed:
The gate closes behind Hela, before fading away into thin air, as if it never been there at all. Her eyes shift towards Ares, sneering as he flippantly refers to her realm as a mere 'cave', "it is but one way in, I assure you, it is far grander on the inside," no doubt she took some ire at the remark. "I did not expect an Olympian to greet me upon my return..." she looks to and fro, before that sneer of hers turns into a dissatisfied frown. "Not a single Asgardian in sight. Appaling."

Ares has posed:
As he watches Hela's portal close shut behind her. His eyes never quite shifting from her own. Though a smirk does cross his expression. "Truth be told, most Asgardians have either died with your memory with them, or, well, they forgot about you." He shrugs. "Would explain why Thor or Loki wasn't here." Ares is just egging her oon at this point.

"Why now, of all times, to emerge from your slumber, Death Goddess?"

Hela has posed:
Hela's green eyes flare with an infernal glow as Ares suggests she had simply been forgotten, "my glorious subjugation of the Nine Realms, forgotten? How does such a thing come to pass...? Asgardians celebrate glorious earned on the battlefield, you of all people should know," Hela looks even more displeased than before. She entirely ignores the mention of Thor and Loki, instead, she merely notes, "what's important is that He's no more..." with a leer, she dismisses the question, "you think I was trapped in slumber? It is altogether another who falls into slumber...and he is no more."

Ares has posed:
"Such events happened millenia ago, Hela. You would be surprised how quickly things fade from the minds of those you wanted to leave an impression on. I know that all to well." he shakes his head. "Clearly you don't know how hard the All-Father has attempted to cover up your entire existence. And succeeded, until today." The God of War crosses his arms, but then he nods once. "Yeah, Odin passed away. Asgard is destroyed, and what's left of the Asgardian people are but remnants here on earth. New Asgard, I believe they call it." he shakes his head.

"So then, now that you know all of this, what will you do? who is there left to take revenge upon?"

Hela has posed:
"A millenia...? Been that long, has it?" Hela muses, looking somewhat interested in the breadcrumb left by Ares, "let us hear it then...how do you know of such things?" She asks, testingly, before Ares proceeds to fill her in. Though he could easily be telling lies. One shouldn't easily accept all they are offered, at least not unchallenged. Still, it is enough to rev up her fury.

"Leave me...I have answers to seek," Hela snaps, and starts walking in a seemingly random direction. One gets the ominous sense she doesn't necessarily intend to ask questions of anyone.