Owner	Pose
Ares	The sun has set on a hectic day that saw much pass for Aaron and Aesdottir. The press showed up asking questions, the police as well were busily piecing together what happened. Phones were turned over, videos perused. It seemed rather chaotic but also not entirely out of character for Midtown New York. It's just always a rare and surprising thing when the out of the ordinary manifests itself right before you, especially in the shape of a beautiful woman in ragged clothes who takes down a set of armed men in a handful of seconds.     Yet much there was to be discussed between them. So when he called he offered the use of his home, or rather the few acres of the wild behind his house in his particular suburbish area. He gave her a time when Alexander would have been well and truly asleep, and told her he would await her arrival.     So at the appointed time, with the moon high in the sky with the stars barely visible against the light of the shining city, John Aaron was there in the back area. He was settled on an old wrought iron bench along the small section of his wooded lot that allows the light above to shine in. He was alone, for the most part. Though a large black dog was pacing along the perimeter of the fence, keeping a vigilant eye out and only stopping long enough for the tall man to reach over and rub the scruff of his neck before letting him head back off to his investigations of the yard.
Sassa	"Lovely land you have here..." says a familiar voice, one that is almost instantly recognized as Sassa. She floats in from above, for now, dressed in a very simple set of clothing that is a far cry from her normal dress. A strappy blue tank top rests on her shoulders and cuts itself off just above her bared belly button. This, gives one a chance to look at her skin and see it to be tanned, toned, and well muscled. It is also, utterly perfect. Her stomach, is washboard flat and has visible abs. On her hips, a pair of black yoga styled pants rest and climb down her legs to where she remains entirely barefoot. Seems she may have been working out before deciding to fly out to meet Ares.     "Hope you don't mind me dropping in?" she asks, a smirk on her face that just screams, /smartass/ and /yes, I made a pun, deal with it./ She giggles lightly as she finally sets down, her bare feet melding with the grass blades. She stands there, folding her arms up and keeping the smile on her face. "I also hope you don't mind my being in my workout attire."
Ares	"I enjoy it," His answer to her first declaration is given as she'll see him there in the small halo of light provided by the glass doors of the house distantly limning the lines of his silhouette. He gains his feet as she sets down and rises to his full height, his own garb akin to hers in some ways. A pair of sneakers are on his feet, and a set of grey sweat pants cover his legs. He wears a black t-shirt that hugs the contours of his form cleanly. In the dark it might be difficult to tell but he has the precise lines of an athletic man, well-muscled, strong.     As she makes her joke he sort of smiles wryly at her, even as the large black dog trots up towards her for a moment, sniffing curiously and then lifting its head towards John. John looks back at the dog and gives a small nod then murmurs, "Off with you, I'll be fine. I doubt she's here to attack." His lip twitches and the dog for his part 'chuffs' a sound of almost indignation before it turns and starts to trot off back towards the house.     Looking back to her he stands opposite her, arms folding over his chest as he looks to her as well, "Now I am curious how someone with your gifts works out. But no, you look quite..."     "Dangerous."     For a moment he looks at her, the way she stands, the line and contours of her rather strong feminine form and his answer is intriguing. When someone normally would say it to her it would be out of fear perhaps, but when he says it she'd get the impression that he finds the fact terrible intriguing and attractive.
Ares	"Considering what I saw today, yes." Perhaps all things will become clear, but he doesn't seem in a rush to explain them immediately. He tilts his head to the side and then tells her quietly, "If you like. I think more I wanted to tell you that," He pauses as he settles back down onto the benchseat and gestures for her to join him should she so wish. "I would hear what you would tell me."     A turn to the side as he glances aside as his brow furrows slightly, as if trying to figure out how to approach this moment, this situation. It's such a pregnant moment, so many different possible paths into the future could spring from this very point. Does he hold all close to his chest, does he offer what he can to her, does he give fully of himself in some way in the off handed gamble that the sharing with such a kindred spirit is enough.     "I mean," Those brown eyes return to hers and he meets her gaze as he smiles slightly, knowing that amongst his siblings he was not one entirely granted the gift of words. "You are a champion on Earth, are you not? You are a hero. You stand and protect those that you can? I am not entirely unaware of those. I have known many in the past, years ago. Some are even spoken of to this day."     Perhaps that might put her on edge about who he is, or at least who he believes himself to be. "When I first saw you I could sense that there was more to you. A feeling. Then again... perhaps I was just drawn to the way you met my gaze defiantly. I see such fire in your eyes, the likes of which I haven't seen in centuries."
Sassa	Sassa seems lost in thought as she listens intently to Ares's words. Some of them cause her to blush lightly, but it doesn't last long. Now, that he knows what she is, there's also no reason to hide anything and with that, she floats up in to the air a few inches, and then crosses her legs. She is now, floating in the air, with legs crossed together and hands at her knees in that sorta of, meditative yoga style pose. She smiles brightly to him and nods to his first big question.     "I, well yes. I would consider myself a protector and defender. I am no champion or any other such title that well, would speak to my being grander than I am." Then he says he saw a fire in her eyes, one he hasnt' seen in centuries. This causes her to tilt her head and gaze on him with a marked confusion and curiosity. "You.. are like me?" she asks.
Ares	"Like you, but unlike you, Sassa Aesdottir." There's something almost formal in the way he's speaking, as if there was some rite being performed, a sharing between a deity and a mortal... albeit an exceedingly gifted mortal. John Aaron leans forwards on the bench, resting his elbows on his knees and then interlacing his fingers together. "You have embraced who you are, your role." As he speaks he gestures to her subtly with the faint nod of his chin.     John looks to the side, his brow furrowing slightly before he looks back to her. "I have... avoided mine. Yours is an act of bravery, mine... perhaps selfishness. Perhaps I feel my absence from the great stage as best for those around me." His hands flare slightly as if he had not all the answers, then he turns back to look towards her.     "My first conscious memory was of being upon a slope of a mountain in a world thousands and thousands of years ago. A child, yet I had been on a trek, taking blade to those who stood in my way. Mortals fell into step with me and our numbers grew."     He stands up and steps to the side, turning away slightly as he gestures to the side, "We laid siege to those who were left to oppose me. I spoke not at all this whole time, yet they followed. And we did battle." He then looks back at her and he murmurs quietly, as if half-expecting her to laugh in his face as he tries to tell her directly. "It was then that I met my progenitor, the ruler of Olympus, the ancient father. Zeus he was, and I am Ares. I am war."
Sassa	"You.." pause, blink, "Are the Greek God of War?" asks as very, very, skeptical Sassa. Even as she floats there, an immortal super hero, it's hard for her to just accept that she's faced with a God from a pantheon she's never worshiped or believed true. "I, I don't know how to take such a claim John, other than, well, to say I find it very hard to believe.."