665/Are you immortal

Are you immortal
Date of Scene:	29 May 2017
Location:	Central Park, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ares, 300

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Ares has posed:
    Another afternoon along the long strip of street that divides Central Park from the great city skyline. It's always a curious dichotomy between the two. A giant series of skyscrapers proclaiming man's conquering of the world, and then but a few feet from it suddenly it's nature and green and peace. There's the steady gurgling of the fountain not terribly far from a circle of park benches, all that present a large area of respite from the burdens of the day.
    Across from that fountain is the Academy for Young Gentlemen, the streets marked off in part to aid the coming and going of parental vehicles as they pick up the children. It's a long half-circle that lets people drive in, get their progeny, and then get out with an ease of motion. At least that's how it is in theory. What it ends up being is a testament to chaos, with vehicles lined up, traffic slowed, and a mix of children and their guardians all trying to get their kids and get out.
    It also creates a certain amount of chaos around the park as well, with tourists there, vendors, and people occasionally watching the expensive vehicles. There are limousines, sports cars, luxury cars, and today a large white van that is making its way, slowly, down the street with its turn signal on.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa, had told Ares over the phone earlier the night before, that she would meet him and his son at the park. No doubt he can tell she's lonely and looking for friendship. So, here she is, near the park, walking down the street and enjoying the weather and the view and the people and then she notices it, she notices the white van. She can't help but notice it, with all of her experiences and understanding of things. She knows that John is here with his son, and she knows there are a multitude of many other people, men, women, and children and this doens't feel right.

    Well, today is perhaps a better time than any to break her identity. So, that's what she's going to do.

    Before anyting else happens, she lifts up in to the air infront of every single civilian here and shoots towards the Van, landing directly infront of it so that it is forced to run her over, which, it attempts to do, but running in to her is like running in to a brick wall. The back wheels of the van lift up and it crumples under the force.

Ares has posed:
    As she'd kept her eye out for John Aaron, she hadn't seen him. She hadn't met Alexander yet, so he wasn't recognizable from afar. But for the moment he wasn't there. It had only been a bit of time where she was left to her own devices. It didn't take long for someone of her experience to key into the subtle feeling of what should not have been in that situation, of the way one key element didn't fit with the ebb and flow of the world.
    For most everyone there she was a blur, a flicker of silhouette that cut across the distance. Then she landed and for an instant it looked almost angelic. A beautiful woman holding stance against the frame of the van that's travelling only twenty miles an hour down the street, but fast enough that even as it slams on the breaks its front end crunches up under the impact as it comes to an abrupt stop.
    The airbag explodes in the driver side of the cab with a /fwoosh!/ of sound. If the impact didn't steal his consciousness, then the explosion of the airbag certainly does. Yet that's not the end of the van. Some aged experience, some strong perception must have keyed her into this vehicle, for just as it smashes to a halt, the back and side doors burst open and from within six masked men emerged. They're all wearing white workman jumpers with black knit balaclavas pulled over their heads. Various firearms are wielded and they snap into a quick covering formation as if they were well-trained.
    "What the hell was that?"
    "Impact, car accident, stick to the plan. Go go go!"
    They start to move out from the van, none of them entirely aware of what happened, but then two of them espy Sassa standing there in front of the van. As if by some mute agreement they both take aim and fire with a loud /BRAAAAAP/ of automatic fire.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa is, for all manner of measure, bullet proof, though the term is more likely, /Resistant/. The amount of imcoming fire causes her to raise her hands to cover her face and the full impact of the bullets pushes her back, but does not cause her great harm, or kill her.

    Despite that, she plants her feet in to the ground and starts slowly walking forward with the bullets ricocheting off of her. Try as she might, she does manage to make sure the bullets are are least arcing upwards and away from as many people as she can. No doubt, the fact that this woman is just walking forward in to a hail of bullets is causing the men to freak out, and no doubt everyone around is no doubt thinking, /OMG That's a super!/.

Ares has posed:
    There is a wash of fear across the crowd, parents and children... instantly all thought is turned to protection and some cares take off at speed, some parents grab their children and start to run off towards the entrance of the academy, or off down the street, away from the conflict.
    The rounds continue to bounce off of Sassa as the men fire, their thirty round clips clicking empty after only a few seconds of firing. She has some respite as they reload, the clips clicking free and being discarded even as the shells continue to clink and tinkle as they spin around on the cement. They start to reload as one of them calls over the shoulder,
    "Get the mark, we'll hold her here!"
    "Roger!"
    The other gunmen break towards the academy, moving into a run looking for one particular child. One of the unescorted kids tries to run away only to be shoved aside and to the ground by one of the gunmen running.
    Meanwhile, inside the school, the young Alexander clasps John Aaron's hand. "What's going on, dad?"
    "Alexader, stay here." Comes the rumbling severe tone.
    "No! I want to help!"
    "Not now, Alexander. Go back to the office, tell them what passes. Go now!"
    Looking unhappy, Alexander frowns most sternly with a look as if to say that this isn't the end of this, but he does as he's told, turning and breaking into a run down the hallway. As for John Aaron himself he breaks into a run towards the front double doors of the academy where all hell is breaking loose.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    "Ok, enough is enough!" shouts out Sassa, who is rather pissed off by the sounds of it. She shows, that, yes, she's had enough and perhaps just in time for John to see her do it.

    Sassa goes from a dead stand still, to nearly mach one in the span of just two seconds. An acceleration bordering on dozens of G's and causing a massive gust of wind akin to being flown over by a jet airplane doing the same thing.

    She's a blur, and the first two men are instantly handled effortlessly. Her combat skills are amazing to behold, her form is perfect, and speaks to several modern styles of combat. The first man, a chop to the throat. The second, a ducking elbow to the gut, and they're both on the floor and out. The rest of the men follow the same fate in what can only ammount to seconds. Each one, a single, powerfull blow, enough to render them incapable of fighting instantly. No motion waisted, no showy or overtly flowery combat. No, Sassa is clean, precise, quick, and unrelenting. In just a few moments, all six men are down for the count and she, is standing there without so much as having broken a sweat or breathing heavily.

Ares has posed:
    It is a thing to behold and most of the people around them will have no idea what exactly happens. It is all so quick, her movements precise and with a certain brutal skill to them. In the span of several seconds she rushes into movement, the sound barrier nearly being broken causing a rumble that shakes all the vehicles nearby. Even as four of the men are moving towards the doorway of the academy, one pointing and shouting, "There she is..." Aiming a finger at a cowering little girl, yet that's all the time he has to speak.
    The first one is sent flying back, grasping his throat and gurgling as he tries to twist to the side, choking and attempting to regain control of his breath, his fun forgotten. Then she's on the second and her elbow crashes /hard/ into his abdomen, compressing the organs against the rod of his spine and forcing all the air from him as he /slams/ into the wall behind, his weapon going flying and skittering under the truck.
    One of the gunmen has enough wherewithal to start rounding towards her, his reflexes better than the others. A heavy foot slams into him sending him flying as she moves. Another has his ankles cut out from him and then a downward strike robs him of awareness.
    It's all in the space of several breaths, her flow clean and the movements connected to styles that John Aaron is familiar with. He only has time enough to glance at her as she moves, the doors into the academy swinging shut behind him. Just a short glance, yet enough in part. The sixth and final gunman, still unaware of the whirlwind that smashes his partners, he makes the last reaching grasp for the cowering girl's arm...
    Only for his wrist to be grasped, turned smoothly as the weapon is torn from his grip and he's sent to the ground with a heavy fall. If she's familiar it's a classical movement from Japan, a style she most likely has practiced before. It ends with the man on the ground, his arm and elbow locked above and behind him, with the tall man's foot on the side of his neck.
    There's a brief moment as abruptly there is silence... just the sound of people running distantly and quiet tears. Then John's gaze meets hers and his chin lifts curiously, as if gauging her once again... all the while holding the last gunman in control.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa, to her credit, manages to hold short just enough to let John have at least one of them. When she sees him and she sees that he has one of them in a wrist lock, she looks, well, just as he does. Curious. Oh well, time for that another day, no doubt sirens on the move heading towards the event. There's precious little time to get things done.

    She nods at him, "John.." she says softly, a slight smirk on her soft face. "You uh, no doubt have some questions for me..." she adds as she slowly and gently floats back in to the air. "I uh, well, I should probably go though, before the cops get here. Let them handle the mess and do their jobs. If you want, I can meet with you some where else?" she asks, a new smile now on her face. "If, that's ok.."

Ares has posed:
    "Wait," John holds the man at mercy long enough until the pressure from his shoe causes the man to pass out. It's once that's done that he steps away, even as the vehicles nearby are still trying to get away as quickly as possible. Even as the crowd is now looking at her with such open curiosity, he steps forwards.
    From his shoulders he takes off the red flannel jacket he wears at times and then tosses it up towards her, since the conflict had assuredly taken its toll on her wardrobe. Just a small offering, but also something that will assuredly link the two of them in some way, at least in the public's eyes. An offering made as if to tell those watching and the world that he is not afraid of being connected to this heroine.
    A solemn nod is given to her, his gaze strong as he holds her eyes. "I'll call you." He says, and as he looks to her he seems terribly stern, perhaps even proud in some curious way.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa takes the offered jacket, as yes, her wardrobe has seen better days and may be far less decent than it was when she began the engagement. She blushes red when she notices this, as the jacket being tossed at her caused her to take stock of her clothing situation. She smiles brightly at this gift and tosses it on. "Thank you for that John, and yes, please do...I'll look forward to it. I imagine we have a lot to talk about now..." she says as she floats backwards. Her identity no doubt finally blown wide open as people snap pictures, put things on twitter and snapchat, et all. She floats backwards and then lifts in to the air and when enough distance is given, the small /boom/ /boom/ of her actually breaking the sound barrier can be heard.

Ares has posed:
    As she abruptly slashes across the sky it leaves them there with the crowd watching in mostly quiet save for some low rumbling between people. Phones are still held up recording the moment, recording the images of the fallen people, the wrecked van, and the emergency vehicles as they begin to arrive a few moments later. But what might make a perfect ending to the vids posted on youtube is when the tall man rounds on one particular person with a phone.
    In the video is the angry features of the severe looking man as he glowers straight into the camera and growls loudly. "So what is the matter with you lot? Have you not seen a Hero before!" And abruptly the camera feed cuts out.