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Ares	The music in the club is heavy, rhythmic with a primal abandon to it. There's a steady oontz-oontz-oontz that's pounding in the background, loud enough that for the people on the dance floor any attempt at conversation has to be shouts screamed into the ears of their dance partners. There's no band, just a DJ who is wearing shades in the dim light of the sweepingly large room. His head is bobbing in time with the music and at times he touches a button on the control board or on his laptop, giving the impression he's earning his money and doing something more than just hitting play on his playlist faves.     Out across the old wooden floor, there are many conversational pits for people to sit, and drink, and to indulge in whatever mind-altering substance they choose. The bar is doing a brisk business, many a young club-goer is yelling trying to get their drink order fulfilled. It all has this vibrant pulse to it, an almost ephemeral thing that is accepting simply as it is by most, and is seen for what it is by a more select clientele. Seen as natural as the flow of blood from a newly torn wound.     And into it all arrives a tall man. At first he's little more than a silhouette standing to be confronted by a pair of bouncers. A few words are exchanged, perhaps a few bills, and then that tall man is allowed into the club. He doesn't fit. Though he doesn't entirely stand out. He's older than the crowd, wearing jeans... black t-shirt, a red flannel jacket. He's not dressed for the hunt even though tonight he's on one.
Selene	Whenever something tried to poke it's head into their world The Coven often found out and Selene was never one to delegate. She preferred to handle things on her own especially when there was so many unknowns abound. Dressed in her usual attire the slender vampire wearing a long black coat that hit most of the lethal arsenal she traveled with. Those intense blue eyes looking about curiously, some of their spies had taken notice about someone asking about werewolves which of course was her quarry. That short Raven hair somewhat obscuring her features as she perched among the rafters herself looking over the crowd as she felt their heart-beats along with the pulse of the music. When she spotted Ares she could tell somewhat was different about him, he almost looked the sort the Lycans would like to recruit preferring the big and burly, she slipped down from the ceiling into the shadows, weaving through the crowd towards him like a predator stalking it's prey. It wasn't long before he felt the point of a silver blade against the back of his neck and harsh words spoke into his ear. "Lets have a chat." She said trying to lead him towards a more secluded area, though she was ready for a fight in case this was all a lure by her enemies.
Ares	He had been making his way towards the bar, wending through the crowd. She was good, for her to be able to slide between the bodies of patrons, to slip up behind him and to place the chill of cold steel against the back of his neck. If she could see his face from her position, she might actually see the ghost of a smile that flickers into being, then disappears as he turns his head subtly to the side.     "You seem to have me at a disadvantage..." At the glance he'll look her over. In passing when most mortals look upon her they probably see the tight leather, the supple lines, the edged beauty. But when he looks at her he is silently cataloging the important aspects of her. Her physique, the reach of her arms, the length of the blade in hand, the distance of her stride. All to gauge how she would strike, how she most likely would handle herself if death were to come between them.     He moves at her behest, his stride easy, precise. She can in her own turn sense subtle signals from him. The way he moves is almost panther-like, stalking the room with that subtle sweeping gaze that marks each point. His height and build, his weathered features. It all speaks to a being comfortable with exertion, conflict, utterly at home in who he seems to be. "Perhaps you have the wrong man."
Selene	"I've been told you're looking for 'Werewolves' which makes me think you either are one and lost your pack or you're sticking your head into a hornets nest without realizing it. Given that you didn't transform and try to attack me just now I'm guessing you're not one or you'd know who I am." She said rather simply the blade sliding back under her coat after they arrived to a secluded corner, leaning against a wall as she looked to the taller man. "You don't want to be involved in our world trust me, I don't know what your motives are or why you're asking questions but it's dangerous."
Ares	There in the corner, it's got some curtains, a small table in the wall for patrons to put their drinks, and a poster is plastered to the wall proclaiming a concert from ten years ago. Yet it's there that he turns to face her, settling back against the wall as he crosses his arms over his chest. His features, the severity of his gaze, the intensity of his manner... it all could be considered something akin to a lycan.     "Perhaps I felt it best not to compromise myself before the mortals," He offers in way of explanation, not exactly arguing for the best outcome. But there is something wild in his wry smile, as if he were challenging her, daring her. "Perhaps I merely wanted to get to a place where there would be less prying eyes before I leapt to the attack."     At a glance she might get the impression he's serious, so decent at the straight deadpan delivery. But that small wryness at the corner of his mouth might very well give him away.
Selene	She scoffed slightly. "I haven't even known a single Lycan to be cunning in my six-hundred years fighting them. A few alphas might've managed to organize a horde and stage an assault worthy of calling it a battle or even something approaching cunning but I'm fairly certain I've never seen one care what 'mortals' see." She said eyes narrowed at him slightly. "Now stop goading me by pretending to be my prey, why is it you're going after them?" She said stepping closer as she pushed off that wall and tilted her head back to look up at him.
Ares	There is something about this seemingly young mortal woman. Something that is subtly out of the ordinary beyond her strength of will and manner. His eyes narrow slightly as he tilts his head to the side slightly, gauging her for a silent moment before he confides calmly. "If I grant you answers so easily then chances are you will rush off, disappearing into the crowd again." His dark brown eyes slip to the side, as if already following her departure.     But then he looks back and tells her, "Perhaps you can agree to answer mine as well?" He offers that as perhaps the most wary of peace offerings. But then he says, "But here as an act of faith." He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, quick enough that it might set her on edge that he might be drawing a weapon. Yet his stance is all wrong for such if she is that strong of a judge of character.     He produces a small worn printed photograph, turning it over to present it to her should she accept it. He offers it to her with a turning of the paper, letting her see the furred canine-like individual photographed somewhere at night, somewhere that looks like a yard and a porch... or a deck of some sort.
Selene	"I'll tell you what I think you can handle." She tentatively agreed. Leaning forward she looked at the photo before leaning back and crossing her arms. "It looks like a sub-breed unique to this continent if I'm not mistaken, likely not one of the packs we've been fighting but no doubt dangerous none the less. Do you carry silver? You'll want to start doing so if not." She said as if it were a matter of life and death. "You referred to those people as mortals, and you're not a Lycan so exactly what manner of creature are you?" She asked with a sharpness to her tone, The Coven only had one major enemy and she'd like to keep it that way. She hesitated a moment before offering a olive branch as well. "I'm Selene, it's my job to destroy creatures like that for the betterment of everyone. I've never known a Lycan that wasn't a bloodthirsty monster and they can spread like the plague if you don't tend to them."
Ares	"John," He offers to her, though no handshake. Not yet at least. But he accepts the photo back and frowns. He puts it back where it was in his pocket, holding his words for a moment before he taps his fingers on his upper bicep after folding his arms across his broad chest, still leaning back against the black cement wall.     His eyes meet hers again and he blinks slowly, his nose crinkles slightly, perhaps annoyed with himself at having let the 'mortal' term slip. Usually he is good with presenting the right facade to the right people. He holds up a hand as if to stay that line of inquiry, "I'm a construction worker." He offers, then presses on. "That creature was acting on the behest of a man known as Mr. Berl. He was seeking to gain control of some artifacts that I had in my home. My son was able to hold him off for a time before I was able to reach home. When I did that being fled."     A breath is taken and he meets her gaze. "I do not know if he was a werewolf or the like. If it is as you say and they are not... cognizant. Then he seemed intelligent. Enough to speak and to curse as he fled."
Selene	"They're intelligent enough, just ruled by rage and a strong desire to fight and feed. Strong though, very strong." She saw how he almost seemed off-balance when she called out his comment and then he spoke of artifacts. "Oh so a construction worker that deals in ancient artifacts in your off time? Somehow I don't think it's so simple, but yes I suggest if you see it again kill it. They slaughter whole families for the sake of it and turn innocent men to join their hordes just to wage war against my people." She shifted in place a moment. "You don't appear that old but your son was able to fight off a Werewolf and it feared you? Just what sort of warrior are you?"
Ares	"And what kind of soldier are you?" He asks as if in perfect counterpoint. For truly he has been able to perceive that much about her. The no nonsense approach, the rapid-fire patter, the precise delivery of information, not to mention that subtle vibe of barely hidden violence. It all surrounds her and gives him that impression he's seen in millions of beings.     He at first does not answer her, instead he shifts the topic back to 'Rover' the befurred creature that harassed his home. "So this particular wolf, you do not know him by sight? You have not seen it before?" He asks as he draws the picture out of his pocket again just to take another glance himself, then replaces it.
Selene	"I've spent most of my time fighting a war in Hungary, only recently have we traveled to this Country so I don't know all of the packs here yet." She sat down finally after opening her coat more to get comfortable, that sleek outfit of leather and latex revealed along with the various implements of death on display from throwing weapons, guns, and even blades. It all looks rather high tech and certainly nothing on the market. Her outfit was incredibly tight fitting to boot almost too much so and looked to be lined with thin kevlar in some areas. "But I think it's obvious at this point you're not an ally of my enemy, so instead why don't we help each other kill this beast?"
Ares	As she takes a seat on one of the low chairs that adorn the alcove, he watches the way she moves, and the revelation of those weapons. There is definitely more going on here than he might have at first assumed. Initially he might have thought her to be a well trained mercenary, or an enforcer for a local crime syndicate. But now, with those weapons, that technology... but also her dedication. It's clear that she is part of something larger, something worthy of her devotion. A cause.     The tall man slowly takes the seat opposite her and now they can see eye to eye, his height difference negated as he meets her gaze across the way. "I do not know if his death is needed. I had brief words with him, but he lied to me in part. I merely would question him."     The music shifts now, no longer quite as loud and heavy with the bass. Now it's got something of a electronic keyboard lilt to it with synthesized voices seeking to play at the otherworldly, then a few moments later it shifts back.     "But I find myself more interested in your story, Selene. You are not what I expected."
Selene	"Expected? Here I thought I caught you by surprise. I told you my story, I eradicated these rebels in my home and then came here as we saw fit to expand given out newfound safety there. The Lycans used to serve and were treated fairly only for their base nature to get the better of them as they revolted killing plenty of innocent people and bent on conquest. I'm not sure what you hope to gain by not killing it. They don't understand anything but a silver blade or bullet and nothing less will take them down."
Ares	"Hm," He refolds his arms over his chest as he settles back into the chair. "When you look at a situation, when you see events unfold, you start to get an idea for what forces are at play." John meets her gaze unwaveringly as he speaks in that steady, subtly accented tone. "You can start to imagine the shape of a thing. I sought this person, creature... what have you. And in New York I was told he was a low level operative for a particular man. I asked around those he had worked with details about him. Details about his recent past, his outlooks, what his plans might have been."     For a moment he pauses and then asks her, "Do you want something to drink? I find myself terribly thirsty?" He asks this of her even as he waves towards a passing by scantily clad waiter, waving the man over and telling him simply. "Vodka." He quirks an eyebrow silently towards Selene asking if she wants anything, he's buying of course. And whether or not she accepts he waves the waiter off after the order is placed.     Looking back he continues, "One of the aspects that led me here was one of his acquaintances mentioned he had for a time had intentions to work a job in Gotham, then in Bludhaven. But apparently something spooked him, he was told of something that made him decide to /never/ come to this area despite apparently having some connections here."     Even as the music shifts again, Ares leans forwards slightly and then says, "A shape starts to take form. I ask of others about some of the mutants that are so prevalent in Manhattan. Ferals, a rumour running amongst them that this town is not welcoming to their kind. The shape becomes more defined, but is still terribly amorphous."     "So I come here to Bludhaven. I openly approach the local criminal element, playing at the dunce and showing this picture as if to say I am a helpless child in the wilderness. Please help me." His smile is a little gentle, a little amused as he then says, "And then I enter one of the clubs I've heard has the most... mystique of late. And then a blade is touched to the back of my neck by a beautiful woman."     He allows her to draw her own conclusion from there, until he then says... as if to offer the last leaf upo that olive branch. "My name is John Aaron. I have lived several lifetimes as a mortal. I would hear your story, Selene. If you will tell me."
Selene	"Does it really matter why I fight them?" She asked a moment and then sighed looking off for a moment. "I wont have a drink, I've little taste for alcohol but the reason is during some of their early revolts the Lycans slaughtered my family like the butchers they are. I was given the chance to seek revenge and found out I'm rather good at fighting them. It gives me purpose, a reason to exist and because of that I've never stopped. I lead a small army that fights them at every corner and I will continue to do so until the wars over which sadly seems sooner then I imagined. The Remanent of the armies we faced were chased here and we'll hunt them down in time."
Ares	Nodding once he hms to himself. For some reason he had not imagined this would be such a... defining conflict for a person. It is hard to imagine such a thing in the shadows, but it explains things as well. A hand lifts to scratch at the stubble along the curve of his jaw thoughtfully, but then he says. "If we are to hunt this being, I would require one thing of you. Allow me words with him first, then take your revenge as you wish. Are you capable of holding yourself in check?"
Selene	"I'm not a wild animal, if you want to talk to it you can talk. My bloodthirst is cold and calculated. Not savage and berserk like those beasts themselves." She said simply enough. "So a man that's lived many lifetimes, exactly what are you? I've not met many others capable of such a feat and I'd like to know who I'm helping. If you're worried about secrets trust me I can keep them, most of the world doesn't even know I exist."
Ares	He scrunches up one eye as he looks to the side, clearly not at ease with such a topic of conversation. He looks back to her, eyes meeting for a time. They have such a blue to them, something that is all the more intriguing in the shadows of the club alcove. John takes a breath as he pushes a rough hand over the stubble of his hair then flares his hands slowly. "My first memory was of being a child several thousands of years ago. I was standing at the base of a mountain, and I had a purpose. I knew I did, but I could not put such a thing to words for I had none at the time."     John seems to measure his words carefully, not out of any desire at drawing out the moment and more... at perhaps trying to surpass the bounds of incredulity that the simple fact of his existence might cause. "Behind me was an army, men who followed me at their own behest, and somehow I knew that I was to climb that mountain and put all that dwelled there to the sword."     He rests his hand upon the arm of the chair and then says calmly, "It was there that I met the being that claimed to be my father. He proclaimed himself to be Zeus, and that I... I was merely his son returning home."
Selene	She leaned back with a slight shifting of her outfit, her mouth open a little agape as if surprised he'd feed her such a tale giving a slight glint of those fangs within her mouth. "Are you aiming to tell me you're the man-slaughtering god of war? Which child was defending your home then Phobos or Deimos?" She asked as if part of her didn't believe such a thing. Still has a six-hundred year old vampire she was more then a little educated on Greek stories even if she never given much thought to the fact that they might be anything but stories. "You're not still laying with your Sister are you?" She said with a bit of amusement on that otherwise stoic form.
Ares	His eyes lift, rolling upwards but his smile is wry. At the least he can understand that humor in just such a situation. But then when his eyes meet hers his smile is a touch larger as he shakes his head and points at her with that hand upon the armrest of the chair. "You see, this is why I didn't want to tell you."     A low rumbling 'harumph' slips from him before he adds a few more words in that baritone of his, "As for my son, his name is Alexander. If I have my druthers he'll live his life never having to deal most of my family. As to Aphrodite... slander. Lies and slander." But he at the least seems at ease with the absurdity of the moment.     Another breath is heaved and he tells her, "Two hundred years ago... I left. I decided I did not wish to be a part of the... madness that there is amongst the Olympians. Since then I've tried to live as a mortal." He gestures to himself and then adds, "As you see."
Selene	She shifted in place slightly, it all seemed so absurd but then again she'd seen stranger things in these modern ages. "I'm Selene the 'Death Dealer'. I work for a organization known only at 'The Coven'. We've been locked in war against the Lycans for centuries and we've a appetite for blood, that's why I rejected your offer of a drink. Now I've never talked to a god before I'm not sure if I should be bowing, offering your a goat, or perhaps trying to kill you to avenge some lover like in a greek tragedy." She said with a curious glance towards him. "I don't mean to sound insulting but do you have any proof of your heritage?"
Ares	A low rumbling chuckle slips from him as he lifts a hand to touch the palm to his brow and slooowly wipe it down the length of his face as if he was so terribly put upon. He looks away, and it's at that moment that the waiter returns, carrying his top shelf vodka straight. A nod is given in thanks as well as a bill in payment and a murmured thanks.     Now with something to drink, John takes a long pull and sets the glass down upon the nearby end table with a resonant clink. "I would not like it if you were to bow, unless perhaps it was at the beginning of a sparring match or the like." He rubs at the side of his chin thoughtfully, then he adds. "Goats are horrible creatures, so no, if you must sacrifice something to me perhaps a large ox or the like." His lip twitches as he tries to hide the smile. "And if you tried to kill me at least that might give you the proof you seek."     But then he looks around. "If you wish for some sort of evidence then we perhaps should not stay here."
Selene	She nodded at his request. "Give me a location and I'll meet you there the next night. This evening wanes and I'm rather allergic to sunlight." She said standing up and fixed her coat back closed as she looked down towards him as he drank. "Who knows maybe a god can even teach me a few things about hunting, though it'd be a better surprise if I could teach you." She said waiting for him to tell her where to go on the coming night. "I'm glad this evening didn't end i battle. I'd much rather make friends in this new land then more enemies."
Ares	Gaining his feet as she does so, he towers over her once again, resting his hands upon his hips as he observes her making ready to depart. He frowns for a moment, turning his head to the side as if gazing off into the distance before he looks back towards her, "Can you make it to New York?" He asks in that low rumbling tone of his. "I must return and make sure..." He seems about to cut himself off, then smirks and shakes his head as he looks aside, before finally adding, "My son gets on the bus and does not forget his lunch." He laughs for a moment and shakes his head before looking back at her, knowing that perhaps he is not at all fitting the image she might have had of a God of War.
Selene	The Coven had safe houses all over the eastern coast since they arrived so going to New York wouldn't be much of an issue. She nodded. "Yes I'll meet you there as request, perhaps I'll show you my tracking skill by finding you there." She said rather assured it would be no problem, though at the comment about his Sons lunch she seemed a little surprised. "I seem to remember stories saying beings like you were hounded by fate if you tried to spend too much time in the world of mortal men. I guess you'll find out how much of that's true."
Ares	"Mmm," Ares gives her a nod, "Then I will await you in the night, Selene." He gives her a nod and then steps out of the alcove, moving back into the crowd of more mellow club goers, that time of night having been reached where people are coming down from their highs and recovering.     A few steps, then he offers her a few final words. "And if you must know..." He frowns and looks away towards the deejay for a moment before he tells her, "Fate is dead, if what I've been told is true. And no one has assumed her mantle." And with that he turns away and starts to walk the winding path towards the door of the club, slipping out with as little notice as he had arrived.