709/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	31 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, 241, Ares, 300

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Juggernaut has posed:
    Mutant Town is a great place if you're a meahuman, mutant or otherwise person of interest and you don't want to stand out amongst the crowd. The varous deniens with visible mutations are a dime a dozen and a person with wings is as liable to fit in as a person with four arms and one eye. And though it can be high on crime it does have a few note worthy places of entertainment that attract varous comers and goers despite the risk that they may entail. One of their famed fight clubs happens to be one of them.

The fight club/casion/bar is buil into what once was an abandoned subway station but now it houses a massive center ring and assorted entertainments for those who brave its underground depths. Mutant healers have a stead pay keeping the house fighters in good shape and restorying back to health any 'Whoops, hit them to hard' sort of happenings and the place is usually pretty rowdy. Right now the crowd is moderate in size as two mutant bruisers pound on each other in the ring. Their blows shaking the first few rows of the spectator seats.

Further in the back looms one of those 'Just wants to fit in for now' types that frequent Mutant Town. Unfortunanty despite his desires he can't help but stand out being that he's gargantuan. At nearly ten feet tall he looms head and chest over the next tallest metahuman or mutant. His body bristling with so much muscle he looks nearly ready to explode out of his tee shirt and jeans with the slightest twitch. A crew cut shock of red hair on hsi head and ice blue eyes eyeing the club with mild boredom. Cain Marko is in the house tonight. The local crowd keeping a wide berth around the behemoth, sensing his dissatisfaction with the current proceeedings.

Trouble (241) has posed:
Sierra came for surveillance and stayed for the fights. It's an excellent opportunity to look for fugitives. At least, that's what she'll tell control back home. Mainly, she wanted to get out and see for herself what it was like to be a mutant.

She herself passes for a mutant, what with the technicolor hair and unnaturally bright green eyes, but she's not one of them. She's neither mutant or inhuman, magical nor metahuman. She's an engineered 'upgrade' to homo sapiens, referred to by her creators as 'Human 2.0'.

Cain's the first thing that really stands out, mainly due to the fact that he's a meat mountain; a quick internet search identifies him as a person of interest.

Which means he's dangerous.

Which means he's fun.

She disappears from the doorway and reappears in a seat right next to Marko, a little gust of wind announcing her arrival. She stares up at him with a wide smile. "Hi."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "What th--" Cain blinks a few times and jerks a little bit at the sudden appearence of the newcomer. He's seated on chairs heavily reinforced for someone of his bulk. He might be the biggest thing present but he's not the only heavyweight. Either way hs sudden movement is like watching a landslide wake up and get startled and the very ground rumble sabit as he presses his weight against it with extra force.

He blinks a few times, just sort of staring at Sierra and then he looks around and then back at Seirra. Finally his less then friendly mood resurfaces and he resettles his vast weight and re plants himself firmly while reaching for a drink, "Girl, what do you want?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"Oh, all kinds of things. My own pet tiger, chocolate, being able to drink without my mom yelling at me, sticking googly eyes to the back of Lex Luthor's head," she rattles off. "I thought about a fight but really, I'd win, no question. You're the only one that would give me a problem, I think, and for some reason that really excites me."

Pause.

"Iiii said that outloud, didn't I."

Juggernaut has posed:
    he behemoth just sort of stars at the girl for a few minutes and then he actually snorts out one of htose muffled half laughs, as if trying to keep from bursting out into a loud room shaking guffaw. She's got his attention it seems and it's the first sign of humor he's had.

"This part of town always brings out th ecrazies but you're the first one to actually make me almost choke on my drink." his bass voice rumbles. "Anyway, nice wish list. But what's a lil'slip of a girl like you think you can do to keep up with those guys in there?" he points at the cage, "..Or me? Not that I like fighting girls but..I do have a rep to keep in mind. You're not secretly a kryptonian..are you?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"Nah. At least, not that I'm aware of," Sierra replies honestly. "I may not look like much, but I can run about mach 3 and pick up a car. Among other things." She looks over the drink options. "Hmm. You know, I keep telling the docs I gotta test for alcohol tolerance, but noooo, they're all 'you can't risk getting drunk, it will ruin PR'. Lame. LAAAAME. What good is being a super hero if you can't do things that ordinary people can't? Besides being able to skip dealing with car payments and insurance premiums, I mean."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Oooooh." rumbles Cain, which just reeks of 'So you're one of thooooose' in tone. He takes another drink from his own bit of beer. By bit we mean a full on metal keg which serves as a cup in his massive hands. It's very, very hard for him to get drunk. In fact he half wonders if he gets drunk only because he 'wants' to and not because he actually can given his stamina and resistance to poison. Either way he rubs his nose and sniffs a little bit, "Mach..3..huh? That's..kinda crazy fast. So you're a superhero eh? What're you doing down in this dump? You on onna them superhero teams or something?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"Nah, I freelance right now. I'm just learning the city, learning who is who, looking for trouble, you know?" She shrugs her shoulders with an easygoing smile. "But yeah, superhero from birth, trained and raised. What about you, big guy? You couldn't get that ripped if you robbed every GNC in New York."

Juggernaut has posed:
"Bein a 'superhero' from birth seems kinda odd. Isn't that something you decide to do for the greater good or some junk? Helping people because you think you got the right to pass judgement on what's right and wrong?" - Whoops. His bitter side is showing. He shrugs that off and sets his drink down and grins at Sierra while pointing a thick tree branch of a finger at the ring, "I got my secrets. Can't let you 'super heroes' in on everything right away. What if I told you that I fought The Hulk in there. Punched him so hard he.." Cain tracks his finger down the subway station tunnel, pointing out several rows of broken pillars and a massive hole in the furthest wall some great distance away. "..That it did that?"

OF course he's leaving out that it was a sucker punch. It was a fixed fight and it was the Grey Hulk, not Greenie. Details, details.

Trouble (241) has posed:
Sierra's eyes trace the entire path of destruction as Cain's finger points it out.

"... that is [CENSORED] awesome," she murmurs appreciatively, before bouncing slightly in her seat, apparently excited by that kind of hardcore action. She looks right back to Marko's face, looking him right in the eye. No shyness here. "For me, being a superhero is about helping those that can't help themselves." She adds as an afterthought, with a skewed grin, "Also being famous. Maybe action figures made in my image."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "no fooling?" answers Cain, looking surprised at Sierra's response to his bragging. Yes, tell Cain more about 'himself' and how awesome he is.

"Yeah, the guy was being abit of a loud mouth. I mean, he got a few good shot's in and all but you know.. By good I mean, I kinda sorta noticed them. Gnat bites otherwise." He considers Sierra with some confusion as if still trying to get a read on her. His ice blue eyes stare unflinchingly back into hers but it's clear he's trying to wrap his head around how to deal with her. "You're not like most other superheroes eh? Well nothing like making abit of money but.. didn't you just say you weren't even old enough to drink? What're you even doing ere all by yourself?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"I'm old enough to drink in half of the rest of the world. I could be in Bogota in an hour and drink enough to get a Clydesdale wasted. It's only here in this pent-up burg that you can vote and fight in a war but not have a beer," Sierra complains, folding her arms over her chest. "As for what I'm doing? Looking for trouble?"

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain grins slowly and then rumbles, "..Speedster's like yourself can be problematic. I've met a few in my time. But you're not invincible. Being able to move so fast can get to your head. You probably can dish out hits but not take 'em to well..am I right?" he takes another pull from his drink and then rumbles, "So don't go looking for the wrong kind of trouble, like a guy that can punch The Hulk out. Course, I'm in a good mood now and I was all bored before so good for you on that. But no, you coudln't take me."
he thn grins, eyes narrowing abit as he looks on mischeviously, "You want a drink?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"Depends on what you're throwing at me and how fast I'm going." Wisely, she leaves it at that. Can't show everything on the first date, otherwise he'll think she's a slut. "Sure, I'll take a drink. Might get me a little exciteable though, fair warning." Sierra's trying to be polite.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "You mean this -isn't- exicteable?" asks Cain, looking rather surprised. Perhaps he shoudl be concerned..

He lifts a huge hand up and gestures at one of the servers, calling them over. "Get 'er whatever she wants." He rumbles, "It's on me."

To Seirra he adds, "It can be frustrating not being able to hit someone. A 'super villain' might be throwing everything they got at you to try and get you to stop..assuming they're still up after your first few passes.. But you sound experienced enough to know all that.."

Trouble (241) has posed:
"I appreciate the advice. I'll take whatever I can get. I mean, I might be cocky, egotistical and love to jump into headfirst into danger, but sometimes my common sense manages to catch up to me." She orders a shot of espresso rum with Irish cream. "Not too often though. After all, what fun is common sense? It'd be all 'don't go into that fight club full of people that can kill you' and then I wouldn't have the pleasure of your company."

Juggernaut has posed:
    The huge man seems incredibly amused by that as if in on a personal private joke. He watches, with curiousity, as the drink is brought to Sierra.. partially expecting her to turn into the virtual embodiment of The Road Runner at first sip. Expectation gleams behind his piercing gaze and he grins again, "Just call me the advice giver. I've been around the block a few times. I'd hate to see a newcomer like yourself get hurt.. Especially when you're so keen on having fun and so good at recognizing awesome talent. LIke me."

HeHe takes another pull from his drink, and upon finishing it his huge hand twitches slighlty and the metal can compresses like tin foil and then is balled up and squeezed down smaller and smaller by his finger tips manipulating it. Literally exerting tons of pressure it seems despite looking like he's barel rubbing the tips together. The feat of strength is casual and almost done distractedly, "Still, common sense will keep you alive.. Everybody aint a bundle of friendliness like me..."

Trouble (241) has posed:
Sierra shoots it like it ain't no thing. "Ooo, sugar. Mostly sugar, wow, forgot alcohol breaks down like that but there's also literal sugar in there because it's rum and because of the cream and oh boy caffeine too this literally the best drink ever dude just give me both bottles and I'll mix them myself and don't worry I'm good for it." Hummingbird mode, engage.

She watches him crushing the barrel. "Now, see, that's awesome. I can't manage that level of strength but then again I don't really need to." She grabs the two bottles of liquor as they're passed her way, opens the cap on both of them; pushing them together she puts both into her mouth and tips them straight up, downing the contents of both without coming up for air.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The huge man watches Sierra with a slight hint of trepidation as she begins to engage hummingbird mode. He's tolerated her thus far because she hasn't been doing the mile a minute thing and telling him his use of strength is awesome is of course a huge help as if Cain reacts positively to anything it's any sort of ego stroking.

"..This aint nothing." he rumbles, grinning as he sets the balled up marble size bit of metal on the table. "I'm pretty much unstoppable. You name it, I'll crush it." He watches as she begins to put 'em away, "Ah, maybe you better..slow down a bit, eh?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
Sierra sets them both down, empty, on the bar. "Ahhhhh! MAN that's good flavor!" She laughs softly, cheeks flushing. "Eh, don't worry about it. It'd take more than this to get me drunk, and I can manage the sugar just fine." She holds up a finger. There's a slight gust of wind again, and Cain is now wearing an oversized comedy prop sombrero. "There. Worked it off. Not a bad look for you, either, I get the feeling you're a hat kind of guy. So how are you in a vacuum?"

Juggernaut has posed:
    "What the.."

Cain reaches up and flips the sombrero off his head, looking at it in surprise. He looks aorund, trying to see where it might have been taken from and then just tosses it onto the table whiel eyeing Sierra. He does arc an eyebrow at her question.

"In a -vaccuum-?" He pauses, begins to speak and then pauses again thinking and peering at her. He then allows a slight smirk,

"That escalated pretty quickly. Why? You think I'm some sorta super villain or something? A vaccuum could be pretty lethal, right? That's like, space, no?"

Trouble (241) has posed:
"Yeah, or any general anoxic environment. Because I can do that," Sierra grins. She's having way too much fun with Marko tonight. Who knew the Juggernaut could be such a cool guy? "I suppose I shouldn't give away everything all at once. Or I could. Be a cocky jerk like Stark. Man I wanna see if I can beat him in a fight, that would be EPIC." She shakes her fist for emphasis, a little too into the thought of it.

"So. Got any girlfriends?" And you thought the last question escalated quickly.

Ares has posed:
    The arrival of 'yet another tall guy' is hardly a thing of remark. When John Aaron steps past the burly bouncers for just such a venue they give him a nod and a gesture to the side, letting him slide past them. It's into the crowd that the guy goes, not really cutting an intimidating silhouette as he moves. Not to mention that he's also a bit underdressed in some ways what with the flannel jacket and the jeans and work boots.
    Still, he's got a location, and he's got a goal. The first hint of it being when he steps up to the bar, a pair of patrons parting just in time for him to lean in and snare the tender's attention. He holds up a printed out photo of some kind and points at it, "You know this person?" If there's a way someone can get a good angle on the pic they'll see it looks like a slavering short-snouted werewolf of some kind, crazily enough.
    The tender looks at it, squints at John Aaron, shakes his head. Then John leans closer. Maybe some money's exchanged, maybe not. Whatever happens, however, a direction is pointed at by the bartender. It leads to the Olympian pushing away from it and turning towards the crowd itself.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Oh boy, yeah that escalated fast. Cain just stares blankly at Sierra having apparently now lost control of the conversation ..if he even had it to begin with. "Uh." he rumbles before blinkin a few times and then finaly saying, "You're going a little fast for me kid. One thing at a time. Besides, I can't give all my secrets away." He leans backwards, vast weight rumbling his seat and th ground around them both. "No, I don't got no girlfriend right now. Why? You got an older sister? And what's with all those other questionss? Not to mention what's running real fast got to do with all that? You getting kinda personal there, girl.."

He's interrupted by a loud meaty *THAWM* echoing from the ring and a literal shaking of the ground. A blue skinned bruiser just downed the red skinned one and by downed we mean struck so hard they sent him tumbling out of the ring and into a pillar as the crowd goes chaotic at the brutal end to the match. It's abit of excitement for what had been a dull evening so far.

"The winner! Blue Titan!" yells a disembodied voice. Cain rumbles, "Finally, another match is getting ready to start." As the bookies begin collecting bets, Cain points into the crowd, indicating for Sierra a brawny hairy dude getting up from his seat and taking his jacket off, readying to enter the ring. The same guy Ares was pointed to. "I got money on that guy. Seen him fight before. FIured I'd toss him a bone." Cain snorts and rumbles at an inside joke, "Hah..a bone."

Trouble (241) has posed:
Sierra chuckles. "Older sister? What, are you afraid you'd break me? Ah well, maybe some other time then. I'm being yelled at by home base anyways, something about head case update." She glances over at the fight. "... Maaaan, I'm gonna miss all the action, too." Heavy sigh. "See ya around there big guy. Maybe with less on." She winks, finger guns at Cain, and then is just gone again, moving too fast to see.

Ares has posed:
    A slow and steady approach is made through the crowd, John Aaron wends his way turning his shoulders as he moves. A few people glance his way, though in this crowd... he barely warrants a second glance. But then when he reaches the area with the Wolfman present, he pauses there and gives a nod.
    Considering 'Rover' first met John the other night, albeit briefly, when he was trying to break into the tall man's house... it's unlikely he won't remember him. But before anything can happen, Ares holds up the picture and then tosses it towards the mutant criminal-for-hire. "I'm not here for violence. Nor to have you arrested. I want only one thing."
    There's a pause as John looks around the immediate setting, from face to face, but then adds. "The name of who hired you."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Oh good, she's gone. Cain looks on blankly after the sudden departure of Sierra and just sort of stares after her. The inneundo still lingering in his mind before he shakes it off. She said she wasn't even old enough to drink. Her coming on to him like that. Yow.

But then his attention is drawn to what's happening out in the crowd. The arrival of this 'John' fellow has sent mild ripples through the mediuim sized crowd. Some eye him warily, perhaps picking up on something or another with their superhuman or meta senses or danger sense. Others see him as little more then yet another tough guy. Not even on the caliber of the two meat lunks who were pounding on each other in the ring. 'Rover', however, looks rightfully nervous. Something not lost on those who are betting on him. Money is being exchanged again and the crowd murmers as the announcer tries to speed things up abit, "Alright, let's get this show going! Move it or lose it! There's alot on the line here tonight!" Tensions rise.

"M...mm>milton Berl." growls out the werewolf, his hackles slowly raising as he steps back, intimidated by this 'John'..

"The hell.. my -money- is on that guy. What's he -doing-.." rumbles Cain, a faint urging in his heart building up as Cyttorak's influence pounds on him spiritually, urging his temper to flare. SLowly but surely he begins to rise..towering up and up and up.

Ares has posed:
    At a glance John Aaron seems just like a man with some height, some build. His features are severe and that beard could use a trim, but other than that. But to those who have a sense, who have a key into danger and potentiality, who have an awareness of the arcane, then he is a rather great beacon of primal abandon amidst a sea of the mostly calm.
    Yet his manner is easy. At Rover's answer he gives a nod and gestures with one hand as he asks the small time crook in wolf's clothing, "I don't suppose you would swear to that should I pursue matters with this man?" He presumes not, but seems curious as to exactly how he'll react to such a question. But then a small frown mars his features. He turns his head to the side and sweeps the room with his gaze, expression grim.

Juggernaut has posed:
    It doesn't take long to spot what may be causing a shift in the atmosphere.

Cain Marko begins to move. Each heavy footstep impacts the floor of the abandoned station like a small localized bomb, sending echoing *booms* rumbling through the ground and the very earth shaking and rattling. Peoples glasses, tables, and bodies themselves trembling, rattliling and bouncing at the giants passage. The bouncers, notably, make no move to interfere.

Slowly, the colossal man bears down on the position of 'John' and Rover. The crowd parting for him like the proverbial image of the Red Sea splitting in order to allow the brute passage. As his huge shadow falls over John and ROver, his deep voice rumbles, "What's the hold up, little guys. You're supposed to be kicking the tar out of someone in that ring and making me a wad of cash."

Indeed, the announcer has begun to move on. Other fighters not aware of this present confusion, are eager to enter the ring. Rover may be losing his chance but the muant werewolf is caught between two forces of nature at the moment. Cain peers at John as he gets even closer, trying to ascertain if he's familiar to him.

Ares has posed:
    The man in front of Rover isn't familiar to most, unless they're an Olympian or maybe if they've been to the Union Local 477 meetings down at the Y in Queens. Still, he's got a face that seems... familiar to some, if they've lived a life of conflict, of battle. Then again it's probably nothing. He does, however, turn away from Rover, looking towards the approach of Juggernaut.
    It's only then that he looks up and across the way towards the ring where the men were fighting, the conflict over and apparently people are waiting on... him? No. No on Rover. His attention slides back to the furred man and perhaps it's unfortunate for the furry mutant fellow, but now he has two large men pointing towards the ring.
    "Go, fulfill your role here. I shall bide my time." With that said, Ares folds his arms over his chest, gaze level upon the poor set upon canine.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Let's get this party going" roars another voice over by the ring. Another large man, though not the size of the blue brute, leaps into the ring as the announcer calls out, "Bruicser Kong! Place your bets!" The announcer having pushed onward. "H..hey!" Rover begins, furious at being passed over and at the pace of the new match beginning. Cain glowers. He steps forward, reaching a huge hand out for ROver and with looks like barly a flick of his wrist, shoves the mutant out of the way, sending him flyng backwards towards a group of onlookers with such force that the entire entourage is bowled over from the wrist flick. The crashing of tables partially drowned out by the roar of the crowd near the ring.

The huge mans muscles tighten and bulk up, bulging out visibly and straining against his garments as they press out in stark over proporitoned relief against his outfit as he looms over John, "You got some guts acting all un afraid. But now you just cost me some money." he rumbles, further incensed by just how calm 'John' seems to be at the moment, "Tell me why I shouldn't take what I"m going to lose out of your hide!"

And to think, Sierra said he was 'nice'.

Ares has posed:
    The tall man looks back at Juggernaut and he doesn't seem afraid, more... puzzled? It's in the way the man's eyebrow raises and his mustache twists with the incredulity of the turn of his mouth. He doesn't look away as some people might, as if trying to find the person that Juggernaut is assuredly talking to. Instead John meets the man's eyes and he says simply, "If my hide was worth something, my ex would have already flayed it, cured it, and sold it."
    There's a moment of a pause. Silence. Was that a joke?
    But then one of the guys who is close enough to the fracas actually laughs a little. It's a nervous titter of a thing, quickly cut off nervously. Then another person picks up the laugh. Maybe a few more might if the situation allows.
    But through it all this John Aaron fellow is just sort of looking at Juggernaut, curious as to who this being might very well be. There is something oddly familiar about him, reminding him of something ages past.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The goliath stars at John, ice blue eyes boring into him as his huge jaw sets into a deeper and deeper frown. As e hears John his pupils shrink in slightly, becoming more pinprick like as anger builds at not being taken seriously. His huge fists tighten, knuckles popping with a sound more like boulders splintering and sequioa's cracking then knuckles popping.

But in all that, someone has the nerve to chuckle, as do others and then a few others and..Cain Marko, despite his best efforts, let's a slight smile crease over his broad features though it's hardly a pleasent looking one considering the anger bubbling under the surface. Finally he just grunts and snorts out a laugh which breaks the tnsion and causes the immediate group around them all to laugh.

"Alright, alright. Fine. Now that was actually funny.. I'll buy you a drinkfor the good joke now and break you in two later."

Ares has posed:
    And it's then that John Aaron says to the even larger man, "Much obliged," At that he gives the man a nod and then gestures towards the bar with the wave of one hand. "But you seem like warrior of your own." He folds his arms over his chest, waiting for Juggernaut to lead the way and accept the invitation if he's inclined to.
    "Who are you that you are so gifted and I have not heard of your exploits?" He asks this with a certain calm aplomb, as if he's used to asking questions and getting answers for them. "Are you one of those heroes?" There's a pause as the grim man unfolds his arms and starts to move across the way. "A villain?" He pauses and glances at the ring that's the focus of much attention, "Considering our surroundings I would presume the latter."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Poor 'Rover'. Discarded and momentarily forgotten. Folk make efforts to revive him and those he slammed into full bore. Fortunantly mutant healers are around but it'll be awhiel before he shakes that off. And it wasn't even really his fault. Them's the breaks.

Cain does indeed lead the way to the bar framing the rear of the refurbished subway station. He's far to huge to sit at it, even by other large mutant standards, but he contents himself by standing and gesturing for 'John' to have a seat of his own choosing.

"Who me?" he rumbles in answer to John's inquiries. "Seems like tonight's a night for interviews. For that super fast chick and now you. Funny though. Why things gotta be divided into super heroes and super villains. No room for the inbetween mm? Maybe I'm just a guy trying to make his way through life. Delicately.." Cain grins an dthen says, "Your way of speaking though..kinda formal is it? Am I a warrior? What..you Asgardian? I met a few before.."

Ares has posed:
    "No. I'm from Canada." John says with such casual aplomb that it seems entirely believable, but then again he does have a killer straight man delivery. He waves a hand slightly, "Still getting used to English. It's not my first language." That much is a truth, of a sort. Yet whatever his origin, he's willing to discuss matters with Cain and on some level... finds them rather interesting.
    I would agree with you, however. About the acceptance of roles. I am just used to individuals ascribing to the black or white view of matters." He pauses at the bar and curiously enough people get out of the way of the two of them, giving Cain Marko a rather broad berth as the two men make their way.
    There's a pause as he tells the bartender, "Whiskey, straight." But then he turns back to Cain and replies, "I have met an Asgardian before, however. Interesting people, if a bit uptight."

Juggernaut has posed:
    The giant man eyes 'John' with an incredulous look at mention of Canada but he can't outright catch him in the lie. It's a clever mis direction and Cain really has nothing to stand on to say otherwise aside from odd word choices..and honestly ..indeed anything can explain that. No reason to go 'Ah hah!' at JOhn over any of it though his huge fingers twitch slightly.

"Canada.." he repeats. He then inclines his head and listens to the comment about roles and then he shrugs his shoulders lightly, "Yeah..things aren't so..black and white. But maybe I'm good with the bad, so to speak. II"ve done my community service bits from time to time though... As for my exploits.. You just gotta ask around.."

He points across the massive station, towards what looks like a massive trench that was dug into the ground the full length of the room, passing through several broken pillars and into a massive cratered opening in the furthest wall. He then curls his pointed fingers into a massive fist. That cracking sound splintering the air as his knuckles pop. A nearby glass cracks.

"Did that to The Hulk..for example. He was calling himself 'Fixit' at the time..but it was A Hulk."

Ares has posed:
    "Ah, I've heard of the hulk creature." John gives a nod , accepting his glass from the bartender and then leaning to the side against the bar. He downs the shot and then sets it back down, no reaction to the drink as if it was just a bit of tap water tossed back and discarded. "That seems as if it would be an accomplishment." He accepts the statement of that conflict, but does not delve, perhaps satisfied with letting it rest where it is.
    Instead he flares his hands slightly, "You had placed a bet on Rover?" There's a glance off in the direction of the furred individual who is still being tended to. John looks back and then offers some insight as to his reason to seek out the lupine person. "Two nights ago he attempted to rob my home and accosted my son. Luckily he was caught in the act and fled." Urged on most likely by the crossbow bolt in his arm. "I was mainly seeking to find out who hired him."

Juggernaut has posed:
    No reaction? Hulk Creature? Cain is single minded and overly focused at times but most mistake that for stupidity. He's not. He wouldn't be able to function in the mercenary world without some wit and cunning baout him. "I'm sure you have heard of 'Hulk'" he says, tone dry but also with some amusement with his own curiousity now quite high. "Canada don't get much world wide news, does it?" he pokes and then at mention of the robbery and of JOhn's child being attacked..Cain grows cooler and more restrained.

"Hey, I dont' now what they do what their private life. I just bet on the good fighters as I see it. You came -looking- for him though? Knowing he's a mutant fighter? You didn't call the police?" Cain inclines his head, "You're bold..or 'Canada' has a little more going on with the peole from it then I gave it credit for. What if he had of attacked you here?"

Ares has posed:
    "I avoid the news," Another truth in a way, since he does avoid it for various reasons. A glance is given towards the crowd as he looks over the variety of people there, the casual craziness of this hodge podge of beings thrown together, the utter ease with such rampant violence. In some ways it plays to an aspect of Johnn Aaron, in others. He grimaces slightly and then looks back, "These days, all of the events, the madness, the politics." He shakes his head and scowls, "I try to keep my head down. Do my job, do what I can for my family. That's it."
    The more John speaks it's that curious meld of utter truth yet offering few of the details. But it's enough. "He ran, an associate of him knew him. She gave me his 'name' and where he runs. Wanted to make sure he wasn't going to try anything more." But then he mentions cops and a particularly sour look touches John Aaron's features. "The police are rarely helpful, and last time I dealt with them one of them tried to shake me down for money." Another drink is ordered then, one hand waving to the side at the bartender, just enough to send the man to task.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "It's not just you..not seemingly being up on news. It's...more then that. I mention I bodied The Hulk and you didn' bat an eye.. But I can tell a false sense of confidence from the real thing.." muses Cain as he waves a huge hand back and forth and then wobbles it from side to side as if attempting to touch someting invisible or sense something that can't be seen.

    At his disatisfaction with the local law enforcement Cain shrugs a little and leans a big hand onto the bar counter top, "Some good cops around. Just not many. Even so, taking matters into your own hands when you're just a..non powered human.. Liable to leave your son in need if something happens to you. Better at least have some back uphandy before you go tracking down the trail of the guys behind the attack on your hone.."

Ares has posed:
    For a moment John Aaron looks at Cain and that gaze is steady, dark brown eyes meeting the Avatar of Cyttorak's with barely a shift of movement. He takes a slow breath, then exhales through his nose, steadying as that glass of whiskey is brought back to him refilled with another shot. He grabs it, downs it, sets the glass aside and signals for another before he answers. "I used to be a soldier," Another truth of faint detail. He glances again at the room for a moment, his frown growing slightly, but then he looks back towards the giant of a man. "Eventually..." He seems about to say something else. Eventually you have seen enough. Eventually you get used to acting like everything is nothing. Fatalism, nihilism? Either/or. But instead he says, "You stop batting an eye."
    But then he shifts back to the discussion of the police and gives a faint scowl, "In any case. Some things you have to deal with yourself." Even if you're an unpowered normal mortal type sort of person. But hey, such is life.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "..A soldier? Yeah..so was I. You do see some things. To many things. That explains..some of this I suppose but not all. Jst be careful. Being unphasable can provide its own set of dangers and vulnerabilities. You'll lose your sense of scale and with it your sense of danger because everything has become the same with no variance or sense of appreciation for what you see and witness." He shrugs lightly and taes a huge handful of peanuts from a nearby jar, "Just consider it.."

The two large man are at a bar in the back of whatwas once a subway station that has been converted into a fight-club of sorts. A center ring holds different matches between fighters seek fame and fortune. Mutant healers, meta human fighters and more..the crowd is a bit of a mix. It's a moderate night as well. A little wordy but not overwhelmingly so.

Ares has posed:
    In some way, John Aaron had indeed made that mistake already, even here, right now. He had presumed, perhaps disengaged part of his mind as he looks slightly past Juggernaut though he listens to the larger man's words. But as the immense man speaks, John finds himself growing more intent, turning his head slightly and taking those words from the man. It's a truth on some level, even though he had not confided much to the mercenary bruiser. Yet he perceived more than he let on. He could sense that sort of ennui that was there for the Olympian, and he managed to give voice to it succinctly.
    It's enough that the immortal finds himself smiling for once, it's a small thing, offered slowly and then his voice lift as he replies. "You are a being of some depth." And then, as if some test had been passed he introduces himself by saying, "My name is John Aaron." His lip curls wryly and he adds, "I work in the city, construction. Local 477." A union of some repute in some circles but nothing staggeringly exciting.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    If /anyone/ can manage to look out of place, in a place like this, it's Sassa. The nearly six foot tall red head with green eyes is built like an instagram fitness model, and showing it off as she walks around. Dressed in nothing but a gret sports bra, a black set of yoga pants and black sneakers, she's either silly, or overly confident. Perhaps both, but as she walks about the place, her head swings from side to side as though she is scanning for someone. That someone catching her eye and causing her gaze to focus on him, then on the other man. There's a moment of hesitation, but well, she can hope one of the two of them doesn't recognize her and the other does.

    With that, she makes her way straight towards Ares, confidence in spades as she does, ignoring any whistles, or leering looks she might get on the way. When she stops, it's right in front of mister Ares and she just stands there, tapping her foot as she folds her arms under her bust line. "John.." pause "what are you doing here?" she asks him bluntly.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "I've been told I'm smarter then I look.." quips Cain as he hears John. Once te name is given, he looks long at the other man and then finally cracks a big grin, "Ahh.. Cain Marko." he rumbles, "Nie to meet you John. I guess I'm going to have to put a rain check on breaking you in half or somethign. Doesn't seem like it'd be quite right to do so now." He's evolved from the days when he could gush over being Dazzler's fan to her face in one instant and then warn her to be ready to take a beating from him due to getting in his way in the next breath, it seems. At least somewhat.

"I gotta stop being so friendly. It'll hurt my rep."
he adds. As Sassa walks up he turns slightly and peers at her. his eyes widen ever so slightly but he restrains himself from any outright leers or catcalls.

"Eh? Whose this?"

Ares has posed:
    "I am pleased to have met you, Cain." There's a tilt of his head to the side as he eyes the large monument of a man, the deity's smile a rare thing but offered for the moment with an ease. "I do enjoy surprises, and this has been one." Overall indeed, considering he had come here for information and has in turn met one of the rarity's of this world. A titan who walks amongst man.
    At Sassa's arrival, however, John Aaron does notice her... as do most any red-blooded individual in the bar, considering. But as she approaches his brown eyes follow her progress and when she draws close enough to offer words his smile has grown just a touch more. "Cain Marko," He gestures to the side with one hand calmly, then indicates her as he murmurs, "May I introduce you to Naomi McCarthy?"
    A moment is given for them to recognize the other before he continues. "She is a good friend and seems... displeased for some reason." He looks back at her with a quirk of an eyebrow, asking the silent question of 'why.'

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa first looks to Cain, and well, she knows good and damn well who he is, but she's not going to make a note of it. They did go toe to toe not but a few days ago, and she lost, badly. So, to that, she just shoots him a smile and turns to face Ares fully.

    "I stopped by your house to see you, and check on Alexander, and you weren't there. I thought you a man who cared for his son? So, is he with you or did you leave him with a sitter?"

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain's identity s not public and he can pass for either a huge metahuman or even simply a massive man when he opts to restrain such an example of Cyttorak's power. Thus to most he's just a red headed giant. Might be a mutant. But he doesn't bother disguising his voice and once you've fought him or gotten a real good look at him, his distinct size and presence can be picked up on. The same can't be immediately said of Sassa as far as Cain is conncerned. He looks on her, gaze critical and examining. He gives a non committal grunt at 'John's introduction and her smile to him but he stays quiet as she poses what sounds like an accusatory question to John and he glances over to him to see hsi reaction.

Ares has posed:
    For some reason the woman's tone, her manner, the way she stands there with such stern strength of character and gives voice to her concerns. It all speaks to a subtle subtext that could easily be mistaken for a myriad of things. Yet his own reaction is to smile a bit and look down at his empty glass of whiskey before he sets it back upon the bar and leaves it there for the moment. Despite the trio of drinks he's consumed it doesn't seem to have affected him much at all, but then again he seems like a fellow who might be used to his drink.
    "Ms. McCarthy, at this hour he's most likely in bed and does indeed have one to watch over him," An interesting way to refer to the overgrown hound with the blazing red eyes that keeps watch on the Aaron homestead. "But some matters have passed which I should perhaps apprise you on if it concerns you so that you come here and seek me out."
    There's a pause as he awaits her response, but before it's uttered he turns to Cain and gives the man a nod. "If you will forgive me, Cain. Until another time." With that said he pushes away from the bar and gestures towards the door, perhaps expecting Sassa to precede him.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa just, blinks. Several times in fact. It's either that she can't believe that he just jumped over her and past her ability to respond, of that he just did a /the men are talking/ kinda thing as she takes, or finally, that he just walks out expecting her to follow him. She just looks, well, dumbstruck. That fades though as she looks to Cain and sighs, and simply states, "Apologies Cain.." before turning on heel to follow Ares outside.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Yeah.." says Cain, allowing a slight grin to come to his features as he nods his head to John and then later to Naomi as she also addresses him and then turns to catch up with John. The friendliness of his smile fades as her back is turn adn he instad watches them both depart with a look that could be described as curious as well as calculating and just a hint of danger behind his cold blue gaze. Ultmately almost emotionless in its coldness.

But they are gone and with them the mystery posed by them both. "Hmm." he rumbles and then he turns and begins to cross the bar, heading back towards his original reinforced seat.