Owner	Pose
Rose Kolodny	Always at night. Maybe the razorgirl just likes the dark. In either case the sound of her car in the driveway can be heard, the slight rattle-wheeze of a machine whose owner truthfully probably doesn't know how to take care of it. But at least is still mostly in a serviceable state. At least she knows that alcohol makes the best visiting gifts. There's been a few 'upgrades' in the clothing department, at least, for all that the shaggy hairstyle and silver lenses are the same. Still mostly monochrome in color choice, for all that tonight it's a black wifebeater over comfortable jeans and boots... and her usual jacket. Which is likely notable strictly for the fact that it has some extra holes in it now of the 'caused by high speed lead protectiles' variety.
Ares	"Well," There's that voice from some distance away, and it might take her only a moment with those heightened lenses to see where it's coming from. Up on the roof of all places, the tall man is on the arch of the small cape house, sitting with his legs on her side of the building, his arms resting on his knees. He leans forward, "Look what the cat dragged in." He's rather proud of that turn of phrase, only having heard it recently.     "What brings you by, Razor Girl?" John casually tosses a hammer into the tool chest beside him, standing up slowly to gain his feet and then taking a few steps towards the lower edge of the house. "You seem to be surviving."
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions turns her lenses upward, a scan to determine the best path upwards seemingly without concern,"In Nighttown we'd say 'Look what the vat coughed up'." she calls up, raising the whiskey bottle,"No need to come down, I'll come up." she offers as she prowls about, sizing up the task,"Did you think I forgot about you?"
Ares	"Pretty much," He holds up a hand to stay her from coming up, "Hold on." He leaves the pile of tools there but then he just /drops/ off the side of the building and lands with a _thud_, his boots sinking in an inch into the dirt. But he steps out and away rounding on her as he wanders her direction, "Let's see..."     A few paces and he's in front of her, relieving her of the whiskey and sizing it up, but then looking sidelong at her, "So here to keep me up to date on what the living are doing with their lives while I just keep on as a working stiff."
Rose Kolodny	There's the arch of Molly's brow over her lenses before she shakes her head, watching him step out of the indent with a vague smile,"That hurts just to watch." she's got no shame in admitting as she offers over the Glenfiddich for his inspection, settling her weight onto one hip patiently,"As I recall, you retired for the good of your child. I might be many things... but I'm not going to screw with people's life choices."     Her head tilts towards the roof again,"Fixing the hole, finally? I figured I would have seen you at the fight recently... so when I didn't thought I better at least come and check on you."
Ares	"What fight?" John asks as he turns and gestures towards her with a nod that she should follow him. He starts to walk up the steps to the front door, pushing it open with a shoulder and then holding it for her from the inside. "But yes, figured I had the materials, will get it done soon as I could. Almost finished."     That said one she's in he'll start to walk across the living area towards the kitchen, putting the bottle down on the kitchen island and then moving over towards the cabinets as he looks for some glasses. Once he had those he puts them on the counter next to the bottle and proceeds to open the bottle.
Rose Kolodny	"The bloody and illegal kind." Molly grunts as she follows him up to the door and slithering past him with a smirk, unhurried in the prowl to the kitchen,"Organizer by the name of Roulette. Lot's of not-quite-ordinary there." there's a slight shrug of her shoulders as she peels off her jacket to dump on the back of a chair and follows it by setting her fletchette on the table near it,"What about you? Just working?" a pause before she asks,"The kid here?" with a gesture at her gun like... 'should I hide it'.     She's content to let him pour as she leans up against the table, those lenses examining him curiously.
Ares	"He is still at the Camp of Summer," John starts to pour each glass in turn, taking his time as he gestures to he to take a seat wherever she likes. "He has a play soon, and then he comes home in August." With that said he slides one of the glasses towards he then takes up his own.     Lifting it slightly her way, John offers that as what might pass for a toast, then he takes a swallow. "Sounds interesting for a tournament. I'd be curious, but I would not like the attention such would draw upon me and mine."
Rose Kolodny	There's a nod from Molly, waiting until she can snag her glass before turning in the direction of the living room,"Playing what?" she asks of him as she pauses, raising her own glass in his direction before turning back to continue towards the couch.     "Most of the people there were wearing costumes and using names like 'Goblin Girl' and 'Horrow Show', so y'know. Break out some skin-tight pants and a mask and no-one 'd know it was you. Except me." she gives him a smirk,"But you know. If you don't want to... no shame in that." without having to worry about who else might here she's content to raise the volume of her voice as she flops onto the couch.
Ares	"Cyrano, in a play." He takes the bottle with him as well as his glass even as he moves further into the living room. He lets her take her seat of choice first, then will sit somewhere suitably close enough for them to continue to talk easily enough, facing her fully as they do so. But then his brow furrows a touch, "A play is where several people act out a show in person. Theatre." Just in case she might not know of such.     He takes another sip of his drink then sets the bottle on the end table at the side of the couch, settling in on one end with his arm across the back, "I don't know, Moll. My silhouette is a little more recognizable than your pre-teen school boy shape." His lip twitches.
Rose Kolodny	"I'll look it up." Molly states as she takes a swig from the whiskey, stretching out comfortably,"There's still a few places that do that in Freeside... I never understood the appeal personally over stimsim, but the moneyed like to preserve cultural gomi like that."     There's a snort from her,"If you want curves, find a model. Reckon you're just making excuses not to fight though." there's a smirk over the rim of the glass,"I finally met a mutant, the other day. Few of them, actually. But I've... given up, trying to make this place make sense in the context of what I'm used to. Hey... have you ever seen a dragon?"
Ares	"Mmm," John considers his glass and takes a sip, "There's something to be said for it. The immediacy of it, and the possibility of failure in some way lends an element of subtle danger that can be seen in the eyes of the actors." His lip curls, "But for children you just go there to support the child. The play itself is inevitably terrible." Art Critic OF WAR!     "And yes, I am terribly afraid of setting myself against the general rabble of the world in some sort of conflict that is inevitably rigged in my favor in some way." He crinkles his nose...     But then she mentions dragons and he nods, "I have slain several." Matter of fact, outright, unapologetic.
Rose Kolodny	"I jack into a stimsim and I get to be the person. The better productions you get full sensory feedback." Molly points out,"Hell, even my rig allows someone full tactile immersion and compared to Tally Isham mine's a Nighttown vat job." she utters with a wry smile.     "Rigged in your favor, hmm?" she nettles with a laugh,"Well this one..." there's a pause,"That day? With all the explosions and such? There was a fire. And for some stupid reason I decided that maybe I ought to help. And right as me and this guy were going to go in this... massive flying lizard appeared and started breathing ice over it. That? Was the point where I was pretty sure I was suffering critical failure. But... this whole place is like that. To me. And if it wasn't for the fact that you don't look at me like I'm having a NAS episode I'd be pretty sure my systems were going into shutdown."
Ares	"Yes, but it's the same each time is it not?" He asks as he looks towards her, "But I can see the appeal." John crosses his leg over his knee and looks thoughtful for a moment... but then smirks when she speaks next.     "Rigged entirely in my favor, for I am me." But that is all he'll say about the matter as she continues on about the dragon she had so luckily met.     "You are a fortunate individual, very few of them are left and to have seen one is quite an accomplishment." He lifts a hand and gestures to the side as if brushing away the moment's discussion, "If you have a chance to speak with one, they are interesting individuals. Ages ago they had been given to conquest and the like. But now less so."
Rose Kolodny	"No." Molly says, then pauses, lingering over her whiskey,"With a stimsim you're... jacking in to the other person. Sure, there's filters so that you're not getting Tally's headache or whatever, but other than that it is like... being in that persons skin for the duration. Mostly it's not my sort of thing, but it is... instead of watching it... you're the person doing it."     There's a small furrow of her brows,"You hint around about that stuff, but you get cagey about it. Why would it be rigged in your favor, just because you're you?" the razorgirl enquires with a nudge of her booted foot, leaving the question of the dragon alone for the moment.
Ares	"Ahh," He lifts a hand to scritch the back of his neck, "But then you don't get to observe from afar." As if that was a selling point, which perhaps to some it was. "Then again I am not what you would consider a strong advocate for technology in the arts or for entertainment or the like."     That said he takes another drink of his and then leaning over to reacquire the bottle to refill his glass. "Well what did I tell you about myself, Molly?" He looks over at her curiously as if asking her to fill in the blanks.
Rose Kolodny	"I've never been one for passive observation." Molly gestures with her own glass in his direction as he's starting to refill,"Mostly human. But you're not augmented and heal faster than I do. You've been a soldier, for all the countries, but are now retired. To be a better person for the sake of your son. You've referenced your family in the context of seperation and avoidance, but also in the context of... power, without specifying whether it's economic or political."     "You don't owe me any answers, John. It's not going to make me think different of you. But it does make me curious." she pulls one of her feet towards her in order to unlace her boot and drop it on the floor as she settles in.
Ares	"Hm," John lifts a hand to scritch at that stubbly hair along the back of his head and then rests his hand on the back of his neck. He takes another sip of liquor and tells her, "It comes down to my family." He looks across the way at her, lifting a foot to rest it on the side of the couch beside him so he can lean back against the arm of it. "Each of us have different areas of influence, where we excel."     John takes another drink, but this time tilts it all the way back until he drains it. "My own... is conflict, personal perfection, War." A small shrug is given, "So for me to enter a fighting tournament isn't exactly... fair."
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions's lenses turn towards him with the kind of blank expression that suggests any kind of relevance totally skipped over her head without even ruffling her hair even as she removes her other boot and settles back against the opposite arm, collecting her whiskey as she turns over that information,"So your family basically expects you to pick something to be good at. And you picked war." is the way her brain chooses to translate it,"You're good, John... but really. Most of the people who enter those things are pretty sure they're the baddest thing to ever hit a ring. Fair doesn't exactly enter into it." she takes a sip before pointing out,"And aren't you always giving me crap about not fighting fair against you?"
Ares	"You misunderstand, Molly." He flares his hands slightly as if trying to push away her words and replace them with his own. "My family is... we are each representatives of our words, our realms of responsibility. When I was born..." He lifts a hand to his chin and scritches there, "I became War."     He looks to the side, then back towards her. "If I let myself... I can hear the whispers of the world, everywhere a man is drawing another man's blood in the service to some... cause. I am there." He frowns and knits his brow, then shakes his head. "It's complicated."
Rose Kolodny	There's a furrow of Molly's brow,"Sorry John... that..." she purses her lips as she considers her words,"No offense. I can tell that you're... sincere? But if this were Chiba I'd be laughing at you for the arrogance inherant in that. How can you be war? War's not a... person. It's a concept."     The further information meets that same furrow of concentration, trying to parse it with as open a mind as she can manage,"But you're not an AI." it's a statement, more than a question,"I mean... I know an AI that can... did? Do that. But the matrix here isn't nearly that extensive from what I've accessed. And even it started splintering into different... personalities? So how does that work. How are you war? What makes you... think of yourself as war?"
Ares	A small shrug is given as he looks across the way, "Well, fortunately your belief isn't required for it to be so." Which on some level that amuses him as he shifts his weight back to the cushion of the sofa as he looks across the room, one eye narrowing to scrunch up as if trying to see something obscured, but then he looks back to her. "Ah here, a small parlour trick. Ask me of a weapon, any weapon that exists now in our world, and I will tell you of it."
Rose Kolodny	"My belief. Now you sound like you're talking about the church of the Re-Transfiguration." Molly snorts, polishing off her whiskey and leaning over him to grab the bottle,"John, you're a ex-soldier. Knowing about weapons doesn't make you /war/, it makes you a professional." at least in her opinion, content to crouch over him as she pours herself a fresh glass,"Without even covering that most of the weapons here I wouldn't know anyways." she pauses, adds a little more to her glass and goes,"Okay. So if I accept your premise as given. This capacity to... hear the whispers of the world and blood drawn for a cause... does that only apply to things happening right now? Or things that have happened, too?"
Ares	"It's not... intelligence," John swirls his glass a little bit, "It's..." His lip curls and he shakes his head, "Like prayers." He knows how this sounds and then he looks back towards her, "If I... allowed myself to return to that mindset, I would hear the whispers people give to themselves as they are about to take another's life. I can hear the leaders and generals as they make decisions to change the course of a war. I can hear the women and children as they beg for someone to be saved."     He lifts a hand to the side of his head, fingers like a claw, "It can be maddening, and if I allow myself to be taken by my role as War, then I lose myself in it. It's... not a part of myself I wish to indulge."
Rose Kolodny	"John." Molly says as she settles back on her haunches, placing a hand on his leg,"You understand how crazy that sounds, don't you? And that's coming from someone who has travelled back two hundred and five years." still she reaches out with her free hand to place it over the one that he places to the side of his head,"I know you believe it. But well... understand that it wasn't all that long ago that I met a girl who was absolutely certain that she heard the voices of the loa. Her own parents screwed her up so bad she was organically connected to the matrix. But it wasn't some kind of... god or supernatural entity... it was what was left of an artificial intelligence that I'd released almost a decade ago. You... see where I'm coming from?"
Ares	A small laugh slips from him and he gives a shrug as he gestures broadly with his glass. A glance is given downwards as he motions with his free hand in the direction of the weapon she left abandoned in the kitchen, "Consider: The Winchester-Armitage Corporation Fletchette Pistol. Capable of firing twenty darts per second with a capacity for sixty rounds unmodified, one hundred and twenty with suitable pepperbox enhanced design, it was created by a man known as Asher 3Paul Winchester the 7th in 2178. It was designed to utilize 1 oz carbon-alloy fletchettes. Though, if I am not mistaken." He tilts his head to the side, "Yours has been modified to accept variable round loads."     He flares his hands, "Of course yours is the only one currently present in the world, though the Stark-Oyama cooperative endeavour has created a prototype proof of concept of a similar weapon."
Rose Kolodny	Okay, that gives her pause, Molly's whiskey already at her lips when he speaks and a heavy swallow as she lowers it again. And from the furrow of her brow she goes back through their conversations and is adamantly sure that she didn't tell him even half of that. With her eyes invisible the dawning realization doesn't become obvious until she opens her mouth and then closes it again with a click.     "I didn't tell you that." obvious statement is entirely obvious, but it's taking her a minute to work her way through it,"That's... how?" her other hand retracts to clasp unnecessarily about the whiskey with its partner as she rocks back further, proverbial wheels spinning in her head as she sorts through and rejects about a dozen different theories. And then apparently decides it merits punching him in the chest. Hard.
Ares	The tall man winces as he is pushed back a bit by the force of her punch, his scowl colouring his features with the twist to his lips creating a faint scowl. He, without hesitation, /pops/ her back in the shoulder with a short _whap_ as really what's good for the goose is good for the gander. "Don't be an ass." He says simply.     But then he takes a drink of his glass and sets it aside, "I told you, I have an affinity for weapons, warfare, for battle... when you stepped through and came to this world you entered my purview. I am, in essence, War." A small shrug is given, unapologetic. "So punch me again and see what it gets you."
Rose Kolodny	"Ow." Molly settled back further with the blow, but pound for pound she's a featherweight compared to him,"No, that's totally earned. You earned that." she states unapologetically even as she rubs her arm with a grimace,"Been there, done that." she points out tersely,"That's..." there's a brash kind of laugh from her,"every time I think that this place couldn't get any more bizarre... you drop that one on me. Well /War/, I'm picking one with the people that want to dismantle Lucy. So. Yeh." she's not entirely sure where to go from there given the way she shakes her head, pulling her legs out from under her to sit on the couch like a semi-normal human for at least five seconds and tries to find some kind of peace with that reality in her world view.
Ares	A nod is given, "I try not to indulge that aspect of me, which is why..." He lifts his glass towards her as if having made his point rather well, "I have no intention of joining this contest." He takes another drink then reaches for the bottle to refill. A sloppy pour and he's got a full glass again, then he sets the bottle back on the table with a clink. Rounding on her he gives a half-smile, "Besides, I would destroy just about anyone there." He makes a small 'pfft' sound as if dismissing all of the contestants at once.
Rose Kolodny	"Fair enough." Molly agree's, eyeing her whiskey as she shakes her head again and taking a swig. The 'just about' brings a sly smile to her face,"Just about, hmm? So you're not immortal. Just hard to kill." she guesses as she elects to lean up against his leg,"Which means that you've been taking it easy on me when we spar. And I suppose I ought to be grateful for that? But part of me is sort of pissed. Things were simpler, in my world. You know that? At least there if someone was better than me it was because they'd trained harder or had better augments than I... not that they're..." she waves a hand his way,"/War/."
Ares	"Well," John looks across the way towards her as he brings up his other foot and rests it on the couch. "It is a complex matter you bring up. But easiest to say, 'yes?' conditionally?" John then gives a nod as she grumbles about what changes she's having to endure. "Much of who I am is due to my birthright, and much of my skill is because I have lived for so long. But you see, it's why I value someone who can handle themselves without the benefit of such things." A small shrug is given, "A way of thinking about it I suppose."
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions shifts her legs to make room and goes back to leaning up against his raised knee,"That sort of makes me feel better. Not, mind, that I'm planning on trying to kill you." just to clarify there. She takes another sip of her whiskey,"It makes me wonder what happened... in my time, that made things... so different, in that regard. Did we cut it out of ourselves, when people first started augmenting themselves? But you know, now, I've got to ask just how damned old you really are. Even as I know it's just going to make my head hurt." pause,"And for the record... any murdering I do should not be considered praying."
Ares	Perhaps it's the drink, perhaps it's the company, but his answer to her question is a question of his own as he asks, "How long do you think I've lived?" He cocks an eyebrow even as he takes another drink from his glass and sets it aside for now, resting his arm on the back of the couch and leaning moreso against it. "How long did people live where you're from?" He asks with a curious tilt to his head, "The way you speak... it makes it seem like life was terribly cheap there."
Rose Kolodny	"War as a concept has existed since there was more than two men on the planet." is Molly's cynical go-to on the first,"And I met the Imperator of Genosha and his daughter a couple of days ago. For all that this place doesn't have the same kind of tech, some of the things it does have make Chiba look like they're banging rocks together." still there's a shrug from her, peering over his knee briefly,"People in Freeside? People with money? Well... the Tessier-Ashpool's had their offspring cloned in addition to utilizing cryogenic storage. Right drugs... enough money... a century or more isn't hard. A joe like me...? I retired. And when I was dumb enough to think I could still compete with the young it almost got me killed." the scar down the left side of her body probably related to the wealth of information she's leaving out there,"I'm not-quite forty one. I've already outlived most of the people I used to know."
Ares	John spreads his hands again as if accepting her words even as he moves to present her his own. "Then for myself, I am aware of existing for four thousand years, roughly. I know I existed before then, I just was not sentient?" He frowns as he considers that word, "Sapient?" He waves a hand and goes on, "Whichever one means that I existed, but was not aware of my existence. I have memories of being a child, but my first one was from when I was fairly old for a mortal child. But some of it is still a mystery to me."
Rose Kolodny	"Four... /thousand/?" there's suddenly not enough whiskey in Molly's glass, to judge from the way she tosses it back and uses his leg to boost herself to grab the bottle and eye the remnants as if debating whether or not she really needs to bother with the glass,"I just... holy shit. No wonder you retired." she elects to go with. The slight tremor in her hand possibly as much to do with the amount of alcohol consumed as the difficulty in her brain trying to even wrap her head around it all.     "Well, at least you didn't drop all this on me the first time we met." which might be as close to a 'thanks' as she can manage right now,"Is it... going to bother you? Me going after Lucy's people? Or is it... as long as you're not listening it everything's... okay?"
Ares	"I'll be fine," His smile is wry as he looks at her over the ridge of his arm as e leans there, "And besides, it I asked you to, would you stop?" John shakes his head, "If the cause you are fighting for is worthy, I would hope you would not." That said he reaches over for the bottle and has now foregone with the whole idea of cups, for he tilts it back and takes a few nice long swallows that helps to give him that lovely warm feeling.
Rose Kolodny	"No." Molly admits,"They wont stop unless we make it economically unviable for them to pursue her. But I would at least take it into consideration." there's a wry smile from her, and although she relinquishes the bottle reluctantly, once he's finished she gestures for it back,"But... sparring with you has at least been good for... pulling my punches, when I need to."     "The Genoshan Imperator... Magneto? He's offered me a job over there. Not sure yet whether Lucy might agree to move there, but mid-term it might be her best chance at getting them off her back short of asking Bog to simply incinerate everyone who might threaten her."
Ares	"I am sure you have matters well in hand," He scritches the side of his nose thoughtfully as she takes the bottle back, though he does take a sip now and again. "Still. Make sure you are secure in your own situation before borrowing trouble." There's a small shrug, "But it is not my place to say as much."     That said he pushes himself to his feet roughly, smiling to himself at the subtle way the drink has affected him. He nods towards her, "C'mon, let's go out on the porch. Good time of night for it."
Rose Kolodny	"I'm about as secure as I'm likely to get in the short-term, John." Molly points out, taking a swig before she hands it back. She's slower about dislodging herself and rising to her feet. Borrowed nanites or no, she certainly doesn't have a gods constitution, no matter how carefully she holds herself and aims in the vague direction of the porch.     "I don't have the luxury of staying independent here. And retirements out of the question. So it's all about picking the most stable situation I can. For better or worse... I'm all Lucy's got. So I gotta think about what's best for her."
Ares	"Mmm," John seems about to say something, perhaps about trusting artificial intelligence creatures and former leaders of terrorist organizations as being the opposite of stability, but then he gives a small shrug as he starts to head towards the back door, footsteps calm and even, apparently unaffected by the liquor for the most part.     Once he gets there at the door he'll shoulder it open and embrace the brisk night air, holding the door open for her to follow him out. Once they're out there he'll take a few steps to lean against the banister with one arm, the other holding the bottle. "Still, maybe play the field more."
Rose Kolodny	"What aren't you telling me, John?" Molly enquires as she navigates the porch with care, not worried about her empty holster being visible, or her bare arms despite the briskness of the night. She picks a spot nearby to lean back against and peer over at him with those silver lenses,"There's been... the woman in red whose company name literally includes the word evil. The guy with the claws who'd have fit right in with the Lo Teks and gave the same warning about people likely to dismantle me." pause,"The woman in..." the expansive way she gestures could mean breasts and could mean something like ruffles,"With a bird that shot tentacles out of its mouth who I'm not entirely sure if she wants to date me or hire me as muscle."     She reaches up to scratch her temple absently,"And the Imperator. Whose... gift... talent... whatever you want to call it.. could kill me just from the electro-magnetic interference an' seemed to have decided that I was going to stay just because I was already there. But also apparently might know people who can help me work out why I'm even here. My ass is in the wind, John. And I can't afford to wait until I run into one of those that'll choose to dismantle me for parts."
Ares	"You're right," John says as he looks at her as she rants at him, "I could at best aim you at a person I feel would not take advantage of you, but you have nothing on which to base that belief, and also not wise to put all your eggs in the one basket." He gives a small shrug, "Take what you can, find one you trust and hitch your wagon to them. I can offer you little beyond advice and perhaps an introduction to some individuals. But we already covered this ground didn't we when we first met?"
Rose Kolodny	"You told me about SHIELD. But I have done some research on the matrix about them... and they appear to be law enforcement?" Molly asks, reaching up to push her hair back and tilting her head back to let an errant breeze ruffle it,"I understand that things are... different here. But from what you and others have told me... I have no illusions that they would accept what I'm doing for Lucy as necessary, and likely would lock me up. And I'm not okay with exploiting people, either."     There's a heavy breath from her, electing to crane herself back simply for the feeling induced between the alcohol and being half upside-down,"Worse that the information on the matrix here seems to be unreliable at best and trying to determine which sources can be trusted is like firing fletchettes at a port-hole. People use each other... that's just human nature. Knowing how you're going to be used, and making sure what you get in return is worth it is the only things that really matter at the end."
Ares	"Really, most of the sources can't be trusted, ever since 2012." John says with no sense of hesitation even as he looks across his yard. "I was thinking Stark could help you, if you were able to pin him down and talk to him." But that is fairly unlikely. He looks over at her as she lets her head loll back and he smiles, "You bloody lightweight."     But then he sets the bottle down beside her for her to have some more if she wished, even as he turns around to look out across the yard. "You see my shed out there, there's a woodchuck living under there."
Rose Kolodny	"You think that was my first bottle tonight?" Molly enquires with a smile,"Stark? Like... Stark-Fukiwara corporation?" she straightens a little to accept the bottle back and take another swig. There's a pause and the slight shift in the color of her lenses as she no doubt looks up what a woodchuck is,"Looks like a rat." is her opinion,"...Is a kind of rodent. Apparently? Huh. Sorry... animals. You don't... see them much. The plague wiped out the horses when I was a kid. Rats... roaches... sure, plenty of them. But... yeh." she sighs,"One of the mutants I met pointed out that... this is what the sky's supposed to look like. But I'm not going to lie... it still makes me disorientated sometimes."
Ares	"Stark Industries," John leans over and ruffles her hair a bit affectionately even as he turns around and folds his arms over his chest, the woodchuck going unmolested for now as he considers dealing with it another day. "He is Iron Man and enjoys flying around in a suit of armor. He most likely would enjoy examining your abilities, and he's less likely to have you dissected while he does it."     But that's enough for now as he kicks his foot out a little to bounce the heel of his boot on the ground, "You realize if it all goes to hell you can crash here?" He looks at her, "Or I'll help you. If only because you aren't entirely an asshole."
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions uses the railing for support as she takes an unsteady light kick at his leg, offering out the dregs of the bottle,"There's a Stark-Fujikawa facility near where I'm living. That's why I ask." she carefully shifts over to rest her stomach on the railing instead. From the delay probably looking up Iron Man,"Less likely. That's comforting. I'm not... you've got your kid to worry about, John. Granted... I'm a little less concerned about someone getting pissed off at me and deciding to pay you a visit cos I think that would go very badly for them. So I guess that makes me not entirely an asshole? But... yeh. Bogatyr's reluctant to take a look too hard at my systems... not familiar with the organic side of things... though the precision of its crafting is the stuff wet dreams are made of." like the carbine currently sitting under the front seat of her car.     "You've already been a massive help, just... y'know. Talking. And all the rest of it." she straightens up carefully,"I just... yeh. Figured you had enough problems without me dragging my own into it."
Ares	"Well," John says that to start even as he oh so nimbly dodges her kick by sort of half-assedly turning his hips to the side so that she whiffs it big time. "I appreciate that you've given that thought, and you care about my wishes, my family, and their future." That having been said he pushes off of the railing, "C'mon, it's getting late."