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Ares	The middle of the day in Manhattan, the sun hangs high as for perhaps the first time this year Summer feels well and truly underway. New York is always busy, but on weekends and around Central Park the tourists are in strength, traveling around and looking at the oh so high skyscrapers. It's all hectic, steadily paced, and a friendly mix of chaos and sight-seeing.     Yet at times on the weekend parts of the park are cordoned off for various events. Sometimes it's Shakespeare in the Park. Other times it's a gathering or a rally for some political cause. Today, however, it is a gathering of sports clubs. People enjoying the thrill of exercise and putting their bodies through their paces. A bicycle race is underway around the outer road that encircles the park. There are several baseball games underway between little league clubs. There's even a temporary pool that's there for a few watersports.     Yet all of those places don't have the attention of John Aaron. He was called here under the pretense by an old acquaintance. A man he had met when that man was a youth ages ago. Now he's a wizened old man with a cadre of students who have trained in Northern style Kung Fu. Right now they're both sitting on a park bench while perhaps thirty feet from them one of his more experienced students is running a group of about twenty younger men through several drills. There are on-lookers there, watching, commenting. Many of them are filming or taking pictures.     But John Aaron is leaning forwards a bit, his elbows on his knees with his fingers interlaced as he speaks companionably with the man at his side.     "A decent class, Zhao."     "They are... passable," The old wizened man crinkles his nose. He's sitting back, however, looking more at ease than the tall Olympian.     "Passable. Is that what you are spending your retirement on?"     "None of them are graced with a gift for the art. But they are victims of the time."     John snorts a bit, smirking sidelong to Zhao.
Sassa	It's a very, very lovely day, and today, Sassa is also in the park, though not that she knew Ares was going to be her. That's obvious as the yoga pant, sports bra and running shoe clad woman jogs right past him. No doubt drawing a few eyes on to her form as she does. The woman could be a fitness model, and no doubt be making millions on fitness, diet, and workout routine nonsense.     Though, she doesn't flaunt the look and isn't in to any of that social media stuff. She also seems entirely oblvious to Ares being there, and this seems to be the first of a few laps around the park. As she runs buy, he'd be able to notice a pair of sunglasses, and an armband with a smartphone tucked in side, as well as a pair of thin white lines leading to her ears, no doubt she's listening to music while working out. Not that she needs to but hey, when you're almost twelve hundred years old, you get bored.
Ares	At the first pass he may have noticed, perhaps letting his gaze follow along. There might've been a quirk to his eyebrow as if he was not entirely sure what he had seen. But then Zhao had asked him a question about his student's form and the Olympian turned his attention back to comment.     The second time, however, he most likely realized it was her and his smile was a small wry thing. He stands up from the benchseat and tells the older man, "If this is not how you wish to spend your retirement, Zhao... then find something else." Little patience there for the old fellow, but Zhao's response is amused.     "You think you are tricking me, Mars bar. But I saw your eyes." He gestures in the absent direction of the way the woman went.     John gains his feet fully and is already reaching for his cellphone as he starts to walk away from the man. "Bah." Is his answer, it's an answer that makes the old Asian man giggle to himself.     But then her phone rings, and should she pick up she'll hear his voice as he tells her. "For a city of several million we seem to run into each other fairly often." As he says this he turns the corner and takes up a spot along her path that when she turns the next bend she will most likely see him. He lifts a hand to wave.
Sassa	Sassa does, in fact, answer the phone, though all she can really do is just listen to it and hear his voice. She gives an audible sigh and stops after rounding that bend and laying eyes on him. What might suprise everyone around him, but not him, is that she's not in anyway tired, sweaty, or out of breath. Pretty typical of a super.     Anyroad, she stops waves back, and the pops her headphones out as she walks up to him. "John.." she says softly. "What are you doing here?" she asks of him, a warm smile on her face as shse plants her hands on her hips. "I didn't peg you for the, sitting in the park and talking to old asian men, type.." she grins a wicked grin that speaks to, /yes, I saw you, just choose not to let on/.
Ares	A short 'harumphf' slips from him as he eyes her, folding his arms over his chest. Central Park is terribly nice this time of the year, the trees and the grass are bright and green, and on the jogging paths there aren't too many people. But enough that he steps off the trail to stand next to a small copse of trees.     "I imagine even someone as smart-alecky as yourself has accrued some friends over the years. Zhao is one of mine." Though he doesn't elaborate exactly on how the two of them met, but he has to keep a few secrets to himself afterall.     He leans back against the tree and smiles a bit as he meets her gaze. "I had thought you might have been still angry after that incident at the bar." Fight Club, bar, casino, whatever it was. But he slides his hands into his pockets and peers curiously at her. "But it's good to see you again."
Sassa	"Yes, I have friends, but they tend to be taken from me or hurt, or simply die as I age.." she replies plainly, keeping her hands planted on her hips.     "Was I angry?" she asks playfully, but then nods right after asking. "I suppose I was, but that's here nor there and it's good to see you again to."
Ares	A nod is given to her as he glances off in the direction where Zhao is still seated, out of the line of sight but still there. Ares turns his gaze back upon her and gives a small nod. "I've come to value the ones that I have while they survive." He quirks an eyebrow, features shifting a touch thoughtful as he considers the elderly man off in the distance. But then his attention turns back towards Sassa.     "Ah, well see if you were still angry I would have told you to deal with it." His lip quirks as he gets a wry combative tone to his voice, almost teasing as it were. "But then I figured we'd end up making a mess of the park." He crinkles his nose and looks away. But the eyes her sidelong, "Alexander asked who you were."
Sassa	Sassa has been trying to find a group to get in to, seems really really hard as an OC