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Ekaterina Vespucci	It is midday and the Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci is in the middle of a NYC park doing another landscape painting. She is decked out in a smock which is too large for her five foot one frame just like most of the other clothing she is wearing. As is usual for Kat when painting all the paint on the canvas is in exactly the right place such that the photogenic picture is brain meltingly near to 4k in resolution. On her though the paint seems to have also made a home in all the wrong places. It is on her hands, her face, her clothing. Despite being close to a billionaire Kat dresses down way down. She looks like you typical college freshman having stopped aging at around 20 and been that for the last 1200 years. Kat occasionally nervously looks around. The last time she was in a park like this she tried to help Diana Prince kill a biomechanical terror. Kat blided it but was killed in front of dozens of onlookers. She gave the EMTs a heart attack when her shattered form reformed and was up and about in two minutes. But god it hurt she did not want to repeat the experience.
Nikias	"Got time for a lick?" Comes a voice from behind Kat's shoulder. Nikias stands there, frumpy as ever, an oversized ice cream cone in each hand, "......Please say yes, I have the worst itch right now." He says with a flash of of perfection as his smirk becomes an easy going grin.
Ares	Ares, going by his chosen name, John Aaron, as he maintains a fake mortal persona, was already in the park! Walking with his hands in his pitch black trench coat. His eyes seem to find both Nikias (the one he's looking for) and beautiful Ekaterina (whom he hasn't met). Without much ceremony, the God of War approaches casually. "Good afternoon." If either of them could sense energy? This person had a powerful divinity to him.
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat is practically impossible to sneak up on given her enhanced senses when she was paying attention and not distracted. She was the latter often but not today. No more getting killed for her. She had surmised Nikias was approaching her from behind but when she turns she is suprised to see an icecream awaiting her which she accepts gacefully, "Bene," her angelic little face comically covered in paint. "I'd almost expect you to chalk icecream up as some sort of foolish Athenian indulgence?" she remarks to Nikias. And then Ares/John Aaron approaches and Kat a psychic dsoes pick up on something about the man that is rather overpowering. She's used to similar sensations from Selene Gallio and certain Omega level mutants. In any event her large cornflower blue eyes switch to regard him and she smiles politely. She's hoping thatthis will not lead to another Park disaster like the last one.
Nikias	Nikias chuckles at Kat, "Not at all, it's an invention of Persians. And I got over them after the nineteenth time I pissed on Xerxes' grave." He says with a widening of the grin as he passes the cone off. As the veiled personification of war itself approaches, Nikias turns to him, his expression of apathy showing his total obliviousness to who it is, "Hey, man." He says casually to him as he takes a massive bottom up lick at cone, shifting it dangerously to one side.
Ares	Ares gives both a nod, though his eyes linger on the Contessa. Her eyes regarded a high intelligence and a warmth that the God of War appreciated. A small nod given to her before his eyes shift to Nikias. "Hello." He seems to analyze Nik for a moment. "I pray I have no interrupted any conversations. I heard the word Athenian and I just had to stop by." he looks back to Ekaterina, extending his hand. "John Aaron."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I heard that - in 500 BC they invented it apparently thereabouts. I always get asked by my men whether the Italians got pasta from China and Marco Polo or developed it independently. I always have to say I don't know. Immortal isn't omnipresent." She licks he cone. As Ares extends his hand Kat tentatively extends hers, "Ekaterina - but I prefer Kat".
Nikias	Nikias balances out the cone with a similiarly hard lick to the other side, stopping near the top and furrowing his brow, making quite the sight with his tongue still stuck into the frozen delight, "Joh Ahhron....I heel hike I ho hat hame..." He garbles out into the cone, a few seconds later finishing his lick. He then turns to Kat and cocks an amused brow, "I keep telling you, those skin care packages aren't gonna make you immortal, and neither is that weird algea, crap. It's all a scam."
Ares	"Because, in a way, you do." Ares glances to Nikias then to Kat, sighing softly. "No need to cover for her. She already let the cat out of the bag. I sense your energies as easily as you draw breath. and..." he turns his head back to Nikias. "I know a Spartan when I see one." he speaks soft enough that only they can hear him.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"But I assure you the fountain of youth facial cream I use works wonders. It even has a 5 star rating on Amazon," Kat remarks smiling backing up Nikias for the moment. "Well we are found out - and as for you sir I have only felt a similar aura around one Diana Prince," she licks her icecream. "The big apple must be some sort of lode stone for the elder brood."
Nikias	Nikias's smirk disappears when totally-not-Ares calls him out as a Spartan, his eyes narrowing suspiciously on him, ".....You wouldn't be approaching us like this if you didn't want something....Out with it." He says in a complete tonal change, his stance shifting subtly.
Ares	Ares seems to chuckle lightly at the different responses. "You think I would not notice, Spartan? Not many Greeks escape my notice. I've been observing for some time." His eyes glance to Kat. "In the future, it would be wise to choose your words far more carefully in regards to your immortality. You may be of a different heart than those like you, but it will not be a pretty image if you are public ally discovered. if you've managed not get caught yet already." Nik's question earns a smirk. "Human, there is nothing that you could offer me that I don't already have."
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat notes Nikias going into warrior mode but doesn't change her stance. She was no fighter - she just continues licking her icecream. Her large eyes flick from one man to the next nervously. 'Oh no here we go again,' she thinks. "Cellphone cameras got me I am afraid last time I got squished in public so it's a matter of time. But this world is full of whackos and mutants now. If you want to meet an immortal all you need to do is take yourself over to the Themysciran Embassy. Or Central Park I'm boring by comparison. But point taken." Kat continues eating her icecream. May as well sit this out and see where it goes. It was more this Aaron guys show and Nikiases. She was baggage here. She looks back to her painting.
Nikias	Nikias tilts his head about, looking Areson over, "You claim much, but say little. Either tell us what you want, or darken our day no more." He says darkly, ruining any possible menace right after by slurping at the slowly melting ice cream.
Ares	Ares gives a grin to Nik. "You talk much, but do little. In honor of your bravado, I will tell you my name. I have many..." he smiles. "I am Ares. The God of War. And you, Spartan, have attained an immortality that is a strange and unnatural occurrence."
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat smiles at Ares and says, "I'm Roman Catholic so I'm afraid I'm obligated to tell you that you don't exist," she licks her icecream and smiles at the 'God'. In truth she didn't doubt his word she just needed something to say. This day just got stranger and stranger.
Nikias	Nikias cocks a brow, "....That's a bold claim....And one I am more than happy to skin you alive for if it turns out you're a lying." Kat's cut in draws his irritable gaze, "...I feel personally attacked." He says dryly before looking back to Ares, patron deity of Sparta, "So. Ten seconds to prove your divinity before I decide staying in New York isn't worth suffering the insult." He says with another subtle shift.
Ares	Ares simply chuckled at Kat's comment. "I do hear much about this 'God' the Christians talk about. The only thing I know for certain that there is indeed someone who is first above all." Then he glances to Nikias, a smile as his eyes turn from blue to a bloody, crimson red. He touches a single finger to Nikias's forehead, showing him through a series of history that might overwhelm his senses. It was him. Mars...Ares. The God of War. and he waits for Nik to realize his folly, before he attempts to flick him on his forehead, as if he tried to knock Nik across the park with one blow. "Now bow."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I... don't have to do I?" Kat asks somewhat nervously. Years ago it would have been a heresy to contemplate such a thing. But she just stands there eating her icecream watching with an air of nonchalance. This was no more crazy than her other day in the park. Hopefully less dangerous.
Nikias	Nikias cocks an annoyed brow at whatever Ares mortal guise was calling itself as he talks down to Kat, and goes to say something, but is stopped dead when the Lord of War reveals himself....well, his eyes, and taps Nikias right on the forehead. Nikias' eyes roll back, a litany of images flashing through his mind, many likely familiar to the ancient warrior. He inhales sharply as Ares pulls his finger off him, eyes rolling back down, pupils dialated, and blinks a couple times, "...You-" and then Ares flicks him, sending him flipping repeatedly backwards, ice cream going everywhere, a sickening CRACK letting out as his head snaps back, and a rough impact noise as he lands on the ground, unmoving.
Ares	Ares watches as Nikias flies backwards and roughly dies from the impact from shattering his neck. "If he's truly an immortal as I hear he is, he'll be just fine." He glances to Kat. "No. Unlike him, you respected my true name when it was given. I care not whom you worship." he puts his hands in his pockets, looking at the soon-to-likely-be-revived corpse of Nikias. "I think he's rather learned his lesson, wouldn't you say?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat is horrified and drops her icecream. She races over to Nikias not knowing the nature of the force that animates the 'Spartan' if indeed this is what he is. "Why?" Kat says looking to Ares and back down to Nikias. "Is this a game to you? And you were lecturing me about blowing my cover? Oh Lord I hope I don't have to bring nim back..." ANother of Kat's abilities she keeps close to her chest.
Nikias	Nikias holds perfectly still, like any good corpse, for a good ten seconds. Then, suddenly lurches, sharply gasping for breath as his body rights itself. It's a sickening sight as bones twist and pop back into their proper place. It's a good thing nobody else is around to see this blatant window into The Game. Once the horrifying process process ends, Nikias pushes himself up, still visibly wobbly and panting from the exertion. He pays Kat no mind as he refocuses on Ares, bowing his head to him, "M-my apologies, Lord Ares. To many times have I seen imposters to the thrones of the gods, that my rage at claim blinded me to your truth." He says in the ancient tongue of Sparta.
Ekaterina Vespucci	Ekaterina watches the process of regeneration silently and thne grabs her easel and storms off. "Questo è un club per ragazzi, sarò felice di non unirmi mai ad un immortale fight club!" She mutters in Italian only too glad to quit the company of 'Ares' And her Spartan compatriot of yore.
Ares	Ares watches as Kat looks horrified at what's transpired. "He's not dead." Ares says before the process of healing even begins. But as Nik bows his head before War himself, Ares seems to smile softly. "It is a simple misunderstanding. Many have risen to claim my name. All of them are dead." he says in the Greek tongue of Sparta, casually. "Rise. Mistakes happen." he looks to Kat. "Nothing is a game. But-" then she storms off. "Oh. She's gone. Oh well."
Nikias	Nikias only slowly raises his head back up, and even then, he doesn't allow himself to look directly upon the disguised deity, "Please forgive her insolence my lord. She is but a child." He says in backhanded defense of Kat as she storms off in a huff. He then darts his head back down in a bow once more, "What do use do the gods have of this old soldier, Lord Ares?"
Ares	Ares clasps his hand behind his back, nodding softly. "I know. We cannot expect those not knowing of who we are to understand." He accepts the defense of Nikias before he smiles at his words. "Keep being yourself. You worship us enough already." he laughs. "I simply wished to see a servant of the Gods who gained immortality. My only regret is that I didn't see if first hand sooner." The God sighs before he starts to turn heel. "If I have need of you, I'll call upon you." and within an instant...the God of War is gone.