Owner	Pose
Angela Odinsdottir	Central Park has had a new occupant for the past few days, now. While camping in the Park isn't exactly encouraged, the denizens and local predators have learned to leave this one alone. The woman sits cross-legged on the grass, her hooded cloak draped all around her. She's either sleeping or in meditation, it's difficult to tell for sure. Eyes are mostly closed, her breathing slow and steady.
Ares	Ares knows yet another dwells in the Park that does not belong here by natural means. That said, Angela would almost hear the sound of thunder in the distance. While there -was- weather coming, if she opened her eyes she would see Ares sitting cross-legged right in front of her. He wears a black trench coat with a black shirt underneath, black jeans, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. His hair having been properly styled and his beard a little thicker as he looks at Angela. "Greetings. Allow me to welcome you." he says softly, recognizing her attire as clearly Asgardian, and she is LIKELY a Valkyrie, but he knows not for certain.
Angela Odinsdottir	Angela opens her eyes, showing white orbs without iris or pupil. She doesn't move, other than to smile a little. "I have already been welcomed, by a man in a loud, yellow machine who said rude things to me. And by another who wanted to register my presence here and tag me like livestock." "There have been others as well, with unsavory intentions. I permitted them all to live, but my patience is growing thin." Angela's gaze narrows a touch, and he can see the golden headdress she wears beneath the hood. "How do you choose to welcome me?"
Ares	Ares looks at her right in the eyes, his own warlike but yet it comes in peace. "Unfortunately, humans are big on courage, but not so much on manners. I would greet you by first exchanging names, or will I be forced to meet your blade by such a request?" he smiles then softly. "I am Ares. Son of Zeus. Son of Cronus. Now...may I ask yours?" he smiles then, clasping his hands in his lap as he looks directly at her. On the bright side, he doesn't look intimidated or scared.
Angela Odinsdottir	Angela returns his gaze, smile touching her lips as well. "I am Angela, Hunt Mistress of the Realm of Heven. I do not come here for battle, but neither do I shy from it." The cloak parts to reveal a broadsword in scabbard across her lap. "I have heard something of you, Son of Zeus. You are a part of these Midgardians' legends, are you not? I am searching for a way to return to the Tenth Realm of Heven, after it was sealed by Odin of Asgard."
Ares	Ares looks to Angela then and he 'ahhs'. "Ahhh...a warrior of Heven? Truly an honor, then." he says with honesty, looking her right in the eyes. Alas, despite the flattery, he nods a bit then before she admits that she's heard of him. "Of course. I'm the God of War." he says then, sipping on a glass of water now. "Hm...I may be able to help you. BUt I can make no promises. In terms of magic knowledge and wisdom, Odin is in the top hierarchy for certain. It will be difficult to undo magic of his making to allow even a single individual through." he admits.
Angela Odinsdottir	Angela purses her lips at the mention of Odin, nodding to him. "Odin's Curse sealed my realm, and he cast it out. I was somehow expelled, even through his Curse, and have been wandering the other Nine Realms since that time. I may be a wingless Angel, but it is still my home."
Angela Odinsdottir	The tent is right where he left it, as a matter of fact. The grass is mostly pristine around it, although there's a spot a few feet from the entrance that looks like it might have been the site of a scuffle. Another mugging attempt? Perhaps. For her part, the woman has been holding vigil here for a few days now. Hearing sounds of movement outside, she steps out of the tent with one hand on her broadsword. Upon seeing who is there, she smiles a little and relaxes. "Welcome, Ares son of Zeus."
Angela Odinsdottir	"There was one, three nights ago. Four last night." Angela declares softly. And for a woman who's been cold-camping in the Park she looks remarkably good. "I could certainly eat." she replies, with a small smile. Gesturing towards the unsullied grass beside the tent, she moves to sit. "It smells very good." the woman offers. Opening the box of Crab Rangoon first, she picks up a piece between her fingers and takes a bite. "It tastes even better. Thank you, Ares. I must now declare that I owe you for the food, however. It is a custom among my people."
Angela Odinsdottir	Angela watches him closely for a moment, positioning the chopsticks just so. Then she opens one of the other boxes and starts to eat. Carefully. Brows lift and she eats more briskly. "I do not require much sleep." she declares. "But perhaps it is rude of me to provide such a temptation to the ignorant." "Would you -like- to show me around New York? Because if so, then that would settle the debt for the food." Yes, she's all about the cosmic balance sheet. "Otherwise it is a second service that would need to be repaid."
Angela Odinsdottir	That seems enough to satisfy Angela, at least for this particular exchange. "Very good, then." she declares. Taking the chopsticks, she eats a few more bites and then asks. "What is this you brought me? Truly, I must find it again." After a few moments she asks. "What brings -you- to Midgard, son of Zeus? You dress like these people as well, even though you are not *like* them, anymore than I am."
Angela Odinsdottir	Angela's brow knits at the mention of General Tsao, but the military side of her definitely agrees with it. She resumes eating, more slowly now. "These are not sorrows, Ares. They sound like truths. Truth of corruption and decay, as is so often found in many realms." The woman gestures with her chopsticks, then. "You are liking things here, on Midgard? I admit that these people are sometimes as frustrating as elsewhere. But having been among them for some days, now, I can begin to understand their appeal."