Owner	Pose
Vanya	A warm steam fills the air to the soft bubbling sound of underwater jets. A muscular, sun-baked woman makes her way through the haze and steps over the metal lip of a free-standing hot tub, dipping first a few toes, then most of her foot, then gradually the rest of her leg. Turning and following slowly with the other, she descends gingerly beneath the water's surface taking special care to protect her left arm. A bluish hue and a little floppy around the elbow, a panoply of creatures are at work to repair what's anything but just a human limb. The bones and flesh have reshaped to something closer to a tube than a jointed limb and the inhuman skin color makes it difficult to tell swelling from natural girth.     As she slips beneath the water's surface, grey scales run up the predator's skin just slightly faster until she dips all the way down to her neck. The bubbles are almost enough to keep her decent on their own but a sharkskin bikini of sorts handles the rest. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back with her legs fanned out to occupy what were meant to be seats beside her, the brand new herald sighs deeply.     "Ahh..."
Ares	In the seat diagonal to hers, John Aaron is reclined, his head is settled against the padded headrest that offers at least some measure of support to those who are inclined to let themselves extend fully to the seats opposite them. His own bare feet are in that seat next to hers, and his arm is curled around the side of the hot tub, anchoring him at least a bit against the possibility of slipping into the water.     But when she gets in, the waves she creates cause some of the water to wash up the long curve of his neck even as he opens one eyeball lazily at her. He takes in a deep breath, steadying himself and sitting up a touch as he asks her, "How's the arm?"
Vanya	Vanya misses the question for several seconds as she smiles shark-teeth and loses herself in the warm bliss of the water, but eventually she comes to and looks back with eyes that are now an ornamental pale blue. "Noodly," she answers honestly. "It's not going to break worse like this but it still needs time to heal. I might be able to move it normally in two or three days but it won't be at full strength for at least a week."     "One of my little tricks," she adds with a proud grin. "When I'm rushing I can heal a little faster and just pay for it later."
Ares	"A good trick to have," He offers in return even as he shifts his leg over to press against the far side of the tub, helping himself sit up all the more, the water slickening the fur upon his broad chest and arms. But for now he enjoys the heat and the bubbles, and perhaps a little bit of the company.     Acoss the way the timer ticks on for the tub to cause the bubbles to surge a bit more, the jets coming on to knead the water and their limbs with its rhythmic pulsing. "Will throw something together for dinner and open a bottle, then you should probably turn in to get some rest. It's been a big day." His eyes open and he looks to the scar that is still so very angry upon her features, she does heal fast indeed.
Vanya	"It has," Vanya agrees with a carefree chuckle and squirms beneath the water to put herself in the path of some jets. "Mmm..." she coos contentedly. Happy shark is happy.     "You know... when I was younger everyone always said 'eating too much is bad', 'drinking too much is bad', 'buying too much luxury is bad'," the brown-haired woman murmurs as her mind begins to wander. "Maybe they're right, but proklyatiye Americans have a good life."
Ares	"Technically," John casually extends his foot into her lap and leaves it there, settling in contentedly with his hands resting across his chest, fingers interlaced. He closes his eyes and settles into the water more, his head bobbing a bit with the faint slosh of the water and the pulse of those jets. "I'm not American."     But it is his chosen country these last century. So there's that.     The next few moments flow with them, carried along by the hum of the jets and the flow of the water. He doesn't need to offer any more words for now, simply enjoying the experience, the sensations, and the company.
Vanya	Vanya's not quick to break the peace either, though her lips curl a bit as she feels a foot atop her thigh. The skin there is firm and silky smooth, with just the faintest hint that its scales would be quite a lot rougher from a different direction.     "You're not even from Earth," the were-shark laughs softly. "It's the same thing; greedy western capitalist lifestyle. The language is a little awkward but this is worth it."
Ares	"I'm from Earth. Just an old Earth." John retains his relaxing posture, just letting himself vaguely float with the headrest as his point of anchor. At times she'll see his knee rise a bit out of the water, but other than that they'll have this lovely equilibrium between them should she stretch out herself. But for now, he is at ease. "Though, to be fair, even in that time we were a /smigde/ hedonistic."     As he makes that ever so lovely understatement he peeks out from slitted eyes, checking to see if she'll buy it.
Vanya	Whether or not 'smidge' is in the Russian's vocabulary isn't enough to save him. Vanya's heard the stories and smiles with knowing scepticism back. Stretched out herself in a loose mirror of her divine host, at least she's not in a position to talk.     "When you've got so much power, why wouldn't you be?" she agrees. Idly, the were-woman pulls her arms from the water and rests them on the hot tub's banks, letting a procession of furs and scales run up and down her forearms as she flips through forms like cards in a deck.
Ares	For a moment, John smiles sidelong at her and murmurs, "Vanya, I turned my back on Olympus for several reasons. One of them was that... decadence, that corruption." He slowly pushes himself up a bit more, his hands reaching to grip the side of the hot tub. Smoothly he gains his feet, rising up out of the water like the kraken rising forth from the waves, water sluicing from his mostly bare form, nude save for a black speedo that is at the least a token nod towards modesty.     "It was what comes about when a group of immensely powerful people fear no repercussions save from each other. Some enjoyment of life is well and good, but too much..."     That having been said he swings a leg over the side and steps out, reaching for a towel.
Vanya	Vanya lifts her head enough to watch the warrior stand, smiling shamelessly as she enjoys the view. It's become just a little sweeter now that they're linked and the sight tickles the were-woman's pride; her god had better be statuesque, let the other mortals be jealous.     It takes another few moments for the shark to connect the rest of what was said. "Was that your way of telling me to get out of the tub?" she asks incredulously. A bit grudgingly, the brown-haired woman rises as well and her shark skin recedes only to where it's needed. Vanya thinks for a few moments as she lifts her foot and shakes it free of water before slowly stepping out after her divine host.     "Well, if you're worried about getting soft - I won't let you," she assures with just enough firmness to blur a threat with a promise.
Ares	A light laugh, "No, stay in as long as you like." He brings the towel to his head and rubs vigorously with one hand while staying her exit from the tub with the other. He starts to walk across the large grey room with the high ceiling, moving towards the door across the way that leads to storage and in this case the laundry. Over his shoulder he tells her, "Just to practice moderation at times. I meant no more than that."     With that said he opens the door and disappears from view even as he continues to towel off.
Vanya	Vanya needn't be told twice and promptly gets back in the water. "My moderation is being vegetarian. I get a lot of practice already," she notes to the retreating man - not quite admitting the point.