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Faith Lehane	Faith is located at a biker bar just down the highway on the outskirts of Sunnydale. She's been there for a few hours now and is currently taking a break from the interior madness that is the joint on the 4th of July. There were a lot of people inside and they were all pretty wild and crazy... she loved it. As of right now, however, Faith stands outside of the fornt door leaned up against the wall with a cigarette between her red painted lips. She's glancing down at a smart phone she recently got with some side-earned money and was just thumbing through it while taking drags off of her cigarette.
Ares	That wild night in Sunnydale was memorable for a good number of people. The streets became dangerous, with mythical creatures created from earth, rock, debris, and junk all stalking the streets and emerging from horrible purple vortexes that empowered the monsters. It took a lot of effort to resolve the great battle against these beings who had been brought forth by one of the Olympian Gods in an attempt to finally end the insult and embarrassment that John Aaron represented to all of them. Buffy fought in the battle, Giles cast a great spell to deprive the God of using the Hellmouth against them, even the vampires with the hair helped out and had been around for the final battle.     But there had been another who had aided the former God of War, another whom he had not had a chance to thank nor even to aid her during her own battles that she held against those creatures. So it is such an obligation that brings him back to the small suburb of Bludhaven.     And it is for that reason that while she's flicking through the apps on her phone, she might not see the approach of the tall broad-shouldered man, his boots clunking upon the wooden porch of that biker bar, sounding like just about any other biker in their ubiquitous footwear.     But then she might notice when the tall shadow falls over her phone.
Faith Lehane	The shadow fell over her phone in her hand and Faith just had a smile cross over her lips as she flicked her cigarette out into the gravel driveway of the biker bar's front lot. "Wondered when you were gonna reappear." She said then, her eyes now leaving her phone and looking up at the large man who she'd helped out a week or so ago. Faith smirked up at him and then glanced him over head to toe. "Lookin' fit as ever, big guy." She said with a smirk then. Faith herself was wearing black slim fit jeans and a red bandana as a 'top' and it didn't do much to conceal her torso. For the hard life she lived, her form looked as healthy as an olympian... which might be hard to believe, if one didn't know the power that ran through her veins. "So whats going on tonight? You come lookin' for another monster huntin deal? Cause I got some serious drinkin' to do tonight! 'Murrica, yeah!"
Ares	Turning his gaze towards the bar, John Aaron gets a wry smile. There is something utterly up front about Faith, even if she was going to stab you in the back it'd be with a certain honesty to it and a smile that would let you know that you really should have known better. But then he looks back and he says levelly in that deep braitone voice that has a subtle hint of a growl to it. "I wanted to catch up with you, and thank you."     As for him, he's much as she probably may remember from their one night rushing around all over Sunnydale together. His boots are perhaps a bit newer, those jeans are faded and worn enough that they sure as heck aren't, and his black t-shirt hugs close to the sharp contours of his powerfully defined form, only partially obscured by a brown leather jacket that is entirely too fashionable for a fellow like him.     Those brown eyes turn back to her and he says, "Things got out of hand, didn't get a chance to get back until a bit ago. Figured I'd come by and see what craziness you have running through your head and what trouble you're going to make."     But then he rests a hand on her shoulder should she not draw back and then pull the young woman into a small embrace with one arm. "S'good to see you."
Faith Lehane	Faith just stared at him as he said these things and then pulled her into a hug. She didn't resist but she didn't exactly reciprocate either. Faith wasn't raised to be a physical contact type of person, she only expressed anger through physicality... everything else was either ignored emotions or a complete lack-there-of of them. "Geh." She even said out loud. "I didn't take you for the hugging type!" She said then, pulling back from him and looking up at him since he was a lot taller than her. "Thank me for what?" She asked in her smokey voice, her hands going up then to straighten her hair out of her face. "Things are things... I helped killed a 'Deadite' the other night, whatever the hell that is... I've been skirtin' around the outside of town, slayin' whatever is trying to slink in or out... Goldielocks doesn't get all the way out here, and believe it or not, she misses a lot of the stuff going on."
Ares	Those forms having been observed he starts to walk along that wooden porch, moving towards the door of that bar, though if she does not follow his steps will falter. He turns to the side and meets her gaze, "Not usually. Seemed fitting. Hm." He quirks an eyebrow as if that possibly puzzled him a bit, but then he goes on.     "For helping defeat the enemies that attacked that night when we first met." A small shrug is given as he looks back to her "And for your support when I was seeking to gain aid in the battle. It led to a victory. Of sorts." But then the tall man pauses to lean near the door of the bar, eyes meeting hers, "You could perhaps do better in the support of this town if you worked with Buffy, as opposed to in spite of her." He holds up a hand as if to stay a protest, "And yes, I know she is _horribly_ irritating, I know this first hand. But if you care about this protector job at all, then it is worth doing well, is it not?"
Faith Lehane	Faith would walk along with him and stop when he stopped to lean on the wall, she put her hand sbehind her back onto the small of her back on her jeans waistline. She cracked a grin at his suggestion of working with Buffy. "Never gonna happen." She said back at him. "She refuses to believe she's not the special snowflake anymore, and she demands everyone around her to follow her lead, but meanwhile... she's taking a bunch of unskilled, untrained, dimwit kids into fights with her and she expects that nothing bad is ever going to happen to them?" Faith grinned big, shook her head slowly and just sighed. "I ain't gonna be privvy to that party when the shit hits the proverbial fan and her little budies start droppin' to the dirt in corpsified forms." Moer head shaking, slowly. "Screw that... for real. I don't want that on my conscious as being apart of it. They call me reckless? Well, do you see me puttin' dimwitted 'friends' lives at risk just so I have people to boss around?"
Ares	The tall man looks at her sidelong for a time, scritching a fingertip along the curve of his jaw. "Well, I'd say you'd make a perfect counterpoint to her. Lend the weight of your regard behind her overly optimistic outlook. Be the yin to her yang and all of that." His lip curls, but then he holds up his hands. "But not my business. I just figured the biggest way you could show her up is outdoing her at her own thing."     But that's enough about the politics of Sunnydale for now. He waves a hand, "Anyways, I figure I owe you a beer. And you can tell me what's been going down. After that, I'll mosey on my way. And don't make any jokes about corrupting a minor." He points at her warily, then pushes up and off of the wall, shouldering open the door for her to precede him.
Faith Lehane	Faith would listen to him, but she'd slowly shake her head side to side. "Yeah..." She said with a serious lack of belief in her voice. "We'll see what happens. I might just breeze on outta this damn town, too. I mean, why the eff am I even here anyway? I should be in New York, training to fight real crime... like a member of the Avengers or some shit." Faith would move to follow after him toward the entrance of the bar. "Normally I'd tell you to be careful for what you're about to walk in on, but then again... I think you oddly enough... might either fit right in in this shit hole, or you might end up ruling it if you stick around inside of it long enough." She flashed him a grin then.
Ares	A laugh slips from him as the tall man shoulders on into the place after her. And there might well be some truth to her words.     For as soon as the beautiful young slayer crosses that threshold she gets quite a round of admiring glances. Men smirking, the pool game stopping for the players to give her a grin and to tip their hats upwards slightly. All eyes on Faith, even the other gals in the place recognize her as the disruptive influence she so often seems to be.     But then John steps through as they say those last few words to each other and instantly she can sense the hate that rises to the fore. Yeah these guys won't need much of an excuse to get their mad on for the tall man. So what if he looks like he belongs in the NFL and could probably chuck most of them farther than a football field. The slayer gal might be just that damn tempting.     But John, when he walks in, he gives the place a once over and it's like all of them are invisible. No concern, no care. He just gestures with a nod to the much shorter young woman beside him and says, "Grab a booth? I'll go grab the beer."     That having been said he starts towards the bar, only for the tender to give him the eye. John orders, "Two coronas, limes." And he gives a smile that seems to be so damn open. It's surprising it doesn't start a fight then and there.     "Corona? Hah!" One guy comments, but nothing more.     The tender starts to fill the order.
Faith Lehane	Faith had already been inside this place for several hours, she was friends with some of the guys around the pool tables in the back. She'd already done a stint on the mechanical bull set off to the side of the pool tables too, which had definitely gotten her more than a few looks. Sure, she wasn't even 18 years old yet, but that didn't stop many from looking at her like she was anyway. Faith smirked at John's words and she walked over to one of the booths and slipped up onto the table's edge to place her butt there ontop of the wooden table. She pulled her phone out of her pocket again and fiddled with it while he went to get the drinks. When he returned she eyeballed his choice of booze. "Interesting." She said at him. "Woulda thought you were a Bud Heavy kind of guy." She told him with a slight smirk.
Ares	The air of the place seemed to curdle behind the man as he strolled back with the beers. He slides one across the table towards her before he drops into the booth to sit sideways in the benchseat, propping up his legs on the seat beside him and slouching properly so he can sip his beer and converse with her easily enough.     "I've gained a taste for it, a friend made me some really good Mexican food and since then..." He lifts the bottle as if to emphasize the point. But then he looks across the way towards her, "Anyways, where were we? Training, right?" Those brown eyes meet hers and he says. "If you do wish to learn, I could connect you with several teachers, if you wish to pursue it."     She might get the impression that he was about to say something else but then his eyes slip to just over her shoulder.     "This guy bugging you, Faith?" A big rotund man with a brilliant red beard wearing overalls sidles up, still holding his pool cue. She probably remembers him from earlier, what was his name? Richie? Ronnie? Reggie? Reggie might seem right.
Faith Lehane	Faith's left hand would go down to the beer as he slid it over toward her and she lifted it up for a drink whole laying her phone between her thighs. She was drinking from the beer when Red Beard showed up and she grinned at him nice and big. "This guy?" She asked, glancing back to John. "Nah... he's a big ol' kitten." She grinned then and looked back to Redbeard. Faith would reach out and pat her hand on the center of his chest. "I'm flattered that you're lookin' out for me, Timmy. But you know I can handle myself... You seen what I did to your buddies the other night, remember?" She asked, refering to the throwing two full grown men across the tavern on Friday night. "John here is just an old work buddy." She told 'Timmy' with abig grin. "I don't figure he's gonna get handsy or anything, I mean look what we're drinkin'.. its basically water!"
Ares	Reggie, for his part, hasn't even looked at faith the whole time, he's just standing there with the pool cue in hand and his eyes locked on John's and unblinkingly staring at the other man. "You sure about that, Faith?" He shakes his head slowly, "Because I will end him for you, just say the word."     Ever since she'd tossed poor Reg's friends around, the poor guy had been smitten with her. Such is life.     But John, holds up his bottle and tells Reggie with a small smile on his lips, "Don't worry about me, fella. She's not even my type." But then he takes a sip of his beer and slides one foot up to bring his knee high enough he can rest his drink on it. "You, on the other hand..." The incognito Olympian winks at the redbearded fellow and that only serves to make the guy's eyes widen with suppressed rage.     "The fuck!?"     But it's then that one of his friends comes along and grabs Reg by the arm, pulling him back. They both shoot glances towards the man in the booth, then make their departure.
Faith Lehane	Faith just smiled at Reg and shook her head. "He's just fucking with you, Reggie." She told the redbhearded one before taking another drink of her beer. "Probably... I mean, I don't know him -that- well and he -hwasn't- made a move on me, so maybe its the truth." She grinned. "I'll be back over there to whoop your ass at pool in a minute, just relax... I know you just want me bending over the table a bunch anyway, ya perv." Faith would slide off of the booth's table then and she slid down into the seat with a comforting bounce of the old leather clad cushion that covered it. "So what the hell are you even doing in Sunnydale anyway?" Faith would ask John then, taking another drink of her beer.
Ares	"Told you," He looks back across the table towards her, eyebrow quirking. "Wanted to touch base with you, I owe Giles a reward for his aide and efforts, and Spike fifty bucks." He swirls his bottle a bit and then takes another swallow of the tasty if weak beer. Brown eyes slide back to hers as he rests his free arm on the table in the booth, his smile a bit amused as he adds. "But do you truly wish to be an Avenger, leave this life behind you? Become respectable? Grow up, picket fence. 2.4 children?"     The tall man clucks his tongue a bit and says, "I don't see it. But there is a Master Zhao in Manhattan that owes me a favor. If you wish to train." He looks at her sidelong for a time and hms.     The Olympians do at times have brushes with fate, for ever is it their role. The great cords that are severed by the three Fates, dictating the lives of mortals and when they shall end, for people such as he it is a very real thing. But in some ways it also allows them to get a feeling for the strength of the lives of those around them. And Faith... there is something about her. He frowns, brow furrowing as he looks to the side, but then back as he adds. "Or I could train you. Though it could not be very often."
Faith Lehane	Faith leaned back in the booth and she put one arm back over it, draped along the top whiel the other held the beer on the edge of the table and she slowly turned it in a circle with her thumb and forefinger. She watched John and listened to what he had to say. "Master Zhao?" She asked, for no real reason. At his part about him training her, she flashed a grin. "I need a lot of attention, or I get pretty... distracted easily... so if you're not on me constantly, then I'm gonna wander off and do my own thing. I learned this with that, uh, dead Watcher of mine. She had a hell of a time getting me to buy in to what she was trying to sell me." Faith lifted the drink up to her lips to take another sip as she eyeballed the people at the pool tables who were rough housing as usual and messing with their girlfriends that were all on the back wall stools jabbering with each other. Faith shrugged her shoulders then and looked back at him. "I'd meet with this Zhao fella... I know I could use more training. I don't wanna get reverse-staked, ya know. I do want to live, even if I act nuts most of the time."
Ares	"Alright," John looks at her levelly as he meets her gaze, and his tone turns serious for a moment as he tells her, "I will tell him that I vouch for you, and that I stand for you. This is important, Faith. He is... a man of some repute and he may be difficult. But he will teach you such that you will be able to stand amongst the world's best. If that is what you wish."     The broad-shouldered man reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and produces a small card that has an address on it underneath the word, 'Zhao'. Clearly he had been intending to make this offer to her on some level as it had been written by hand in pencil. He slides it towards her and then says, "I'll be able to look in now and again."     There's a moment as he looks over the place, then back to her. "You could be a great warrior. It would please me to see you become so." At that he takes another sip of his beer and then sets the empty down on the tabletop with a resonant clink. "Alright?" He asks, the tone turning back to more casual as he answers himself, "Alright."
Faith Lehane	Faith wasn't even half way through her bottle of beer when he pushed his empty away after saying all of this. "Fair enough." She said back at him and then leaned over to grab at that card with the name on it. She slid it back across the table and then eyeballed it, flipped it over, then placed it down into her side pocket on her jeans. "I don't really expect to join the Avengers. I know I'm not they're style. They're after those... super-types that come out of the Military all gung-ho and roided out. Thats just not me and its not ever gonna be me." The beer bottle was lifted up for another drink. "I'm just... lookin' for my place in this world. I know its not here in Sunnydale though, the 'Slayer' has made that pretty damn clear. This is where my Watcher asked me to be, but... where's she at? Burried in two coffins six feet under somewhere?" She smirked in a bit of morbid humor. She had enjoyed her Watcher, once she let the woman in, it had been pretty hard on her to lose her how she lost her.
Ares	"Faith," The tall man looks across the way and waits to speak anymore a'tall until she looks him in the eye. He smiles faintly, just a small curve at the side of his mouth. "I know you're probably going to tell me that I'm bullshitting you, and I'm not. But I felt the same way not too long ago." A few hundred years ago, not that long ago.     He lifts a rough hand to rub at the back of his neck and then murmurs to her calmly, "I wanted to do something else, change my life, try and focus on something different and reach for it. I had to go against what I felt was my nature, the... voices or impulses or whatever that wants me to fall back into old habits, old ways."     He gestures to the side, "I still struggle with it, as you may have seen when all the shit went down." He smiles a bit, then John adds, "I found it best to try and avoid my old habits... and I decided to try and do what wasn't easy." Sure his old habits had been murder and conquest, but still. The principle is the same.     "You don't have anyone to call on when things get rough. No support structure. That sucks. If you want, I'll give you my number and you can call when things take a turn. Does that work for you?"
Faith Lehane	Faith listened to this with a somber expression on her face, she seemed to believe him but it wasn't easy for her. Seventeen years of having no one to trust. "Yeah, sure." She did say to him though, but it seemed unconvincing that she'd actually do it when push came to shove. The girl was as fiercely independent as they come and she full-well visualizes herself being found dead in an alleyway someday when SOME adversary gets the better of her in in a fight. "I got this fancy new phone, I may as well start piling numbers into it right? Thast the American dream these days, isn't it? Have our faces stuffed into these damn things more than we bother looking around at the world we're barely around on that long?" Faith showed a smirk at him then and took another sip of the beer. "Appreciated though."
Ares	"Ok, no prank calls though or I'll show up and kick your ass." John's eyes widen a touch as if he were threatening her most dearly. But he leans forwards and tells her the series of digits needed to conjure forth the voice of the God of War, and lo, it was done. That having been said he sits up in the booth, feet sliding to the floor with a clonk as he nods at her, "You going to be alright here?"     John glances around the place, but then looks back to her with a cocked eyebrow, expecting an answer to his question. And if it's anything at all the affirmative he gives her a nod and gains his feet. "Alright, see you later, Faith."     With that, John Aaron starts towards the door, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans as he strolls along.