4282/Old Soldiers

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Old Soldiers
Date of Scene: 02 December 2020
Location: Downtown Manhattan
Synopsis: Old friends meet and realize tales need to be told! Over drinks! They will have to meet again once John finishes his work day.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Ares




Thor has posed:
    A city grows and evolves like a living thing overtime. It adapts to the demands of the world it is settled within and changes as the people within change through the churn of ages. A thing of progress when recognized as such, and a symbol of mankind's growth through the years. To the many people who live within the city so far below it is this monumental statuesque monolith to man's progress for it rarely changes over their four score of some years passing their lives within the shadows of the great skyscrapers.
    But for beings such as the likes who occasionally walk those streets, those beings who have seen the island of Manhattan as it first was in he age of exploraion... it's as if the great city exploded into being overnight. And for Thor, God of Thunder, it is something he is often reminded of.
    For the first time he saw the island was from the prow of a long ship, waves crashing against the hull. He had lifted up, rose above the waves and into the clouds to espy the white smoke rising from the small settlement of natives who lived there in those days. And today, high in the clouds with his hammer in hand he is reminded of that moment. Even as steam and smoke rises from those tall skyscrapers, letting him know how far man has come.
    A small twitch of a smile lights on his features as the wind buffeted him, casting his blond hair back from his eyes. Always working, always building, always moving forward into the future. Such was the way of the Midgardians. It was an admirable thing. Which led him to descend, slicing out of the clouds and across the skyline...
    Then landing upon the high construction site for the new United World Bank building. In the future it would be a great tall pillar standing sentinel in the great city. Only now it was a mere skeleton of itself. Yet a beautiful view to be seen from so high above.

Ares has posed:
It was a blink of an eye in their existence. A mere moment. Yet, some had chosen to live this life. By choice. To truly turn their back on the world they were born into and live simply among the mortals who had once worshipped them. Some still did, though the number was trivial compared to the past.

One such man happened to be at that very construction site. Not visiting, as the God of Thunder was doing. This was one was earning a wage by doing a good day's work. A very tidy wage as they were paid well for such dangerous work, moving around on I-beams upon a skeletal structure stories above the New Yorkers rushing to-and-fro on the sidewalks so far below.

John Aaron came up the elevator, a well designed albeit temporary version of it used to ferry the workers up and down the building. He walked out on the beams set forth for them to use as passages from one spot to another until the flooring was put into place. The metal held firm as he crossed, pausing as he heard the murmurs of his fellow workers. He looked the direction of the figure that was familiar to anyone who had a TV really. After all, the heroes were on the news often. But John Aaron recognized the man from another time and place.

He walked in the direction of the god. "You're required to wear a safety harness if you are going to be on this floor. Union rules." There is a smirk on his face should Thor turn to look his way.

Thor has posed:
    Thor had greeted them when their attention was drawn. Just a smile and a lift of his hammer, even as he stood there on the edge of one of those I-beams, his cape whipping around him with the wind so strong at this height. It would almost be picturesque. Which, in fact, is why several of Ares' co-workers are holding their phones up and taking what images they can.
    Only for Foreman Aaron to raise his voice and tell the Thunderer of them, which causes the blond man in the black and silver armor to turn, that crimson half-clasped cape flowing around him like a sinuous wrap around those broad shoulders. Which draws Thor's attention.
    "I need no safety harness, good fellow." His voice is deep and strong as he rounds, "For you see I carry an area of safety with me at all times." As he says this he flips Mjolnir into the air and catches it by the haft, looking amused at his own cleverness.
    But then those blue eyes fall upon the other rather tall man and his eyes widen. "By Odin's Blood, is that you?"
    The Thunderer asks as he turns and starts to walk across that narrow I-beam toward John, likely about to announce who he is to the world.

Ares has posed:
That definitely won't do. Realizing what is about to happen, John shakes his head negatively. "Not likely. I don't believe we have met. My name is John. John Aaron." He stresses it a little bit, doing his best to send out little mental vibes in the direction of the other god to just go with it even as he helps close that distance betwen them.

Once he was close enough others wouldn't overhear, or even see his face since they were behind him, he murmured softly. "They know not who I am and I would keep it that way, Thunderer. Perhaps we can meet in a bit to catch up when there is no one watching us so closely?"

A simple suggestion as he offered his hand to the god, raising his voice a bit. "It is an honor to meet you. I didn't realize who you were. Didn't want the site shut down for a safety violation. We all need our jobs around here."

Thor has posed:
    At the statement, 'Not likely.' One can see Thor's brows rise again, incredulity coming to the fore as he readies his counter-arguments which might be along the lines of pure aghast disagreement. Only for him to be brought along with the other god's thoughts and his lips part in a silent 'oh' of understanding.
    "Of course, forgive me. You remind me of an acquaintance of old." Thor says as he clasps John's hand and gives it a hearty shake. "Truly I should have realized you were not he, such a rude uncouth individual he was and stern. Very stern." His lip twists slightly as he gives a handshake.
    Then he steps back and to the side, "But bide, I would have words with thee. I need some information on how you handle your day to day efforts. So stand with me, and speak, and perhaps later we will meet again."
    Then, to Ares' coworkers he lifts his chin, "If you would be so kind, gentlemen." There's a nod spared to those others who some seem inclined to still film and watch... yet under the attentive gaze of the Asgardian prince eventually... even they depart and head back to their daily tasks.

Ares has posed:
"I am certain this mystery man was not so uncouth. Perhaps stern. For good reasons," John countered as he saw that look on Thor's face. "I can only guess of course."

As the others follow the suggestion of the Norse god, John gives a glance over his shoulder their direction. A few give him smiles of encouragement that he gets to stay and chat. A few even look a little jealous. But in the end, they all enter the elevator and descend about ten floors below where they can work and leave the two men in privacy.

Once they were out of sight and earshot, John gave a big smile while giving a hearty slap to the shoulder of Thor. "Thank you, my friend. It would not due to have my secret revealed. I have worked hard to create this life and I appreciate no need to do so again somewhere else."

Thor has posed:
    The thump on the shoulder barely causes Thor to move, yet to Ares' credit it does indeed move him. Yet perhaps it's aided by the tall Asgardian's curiousity.
    "In truth?" Thor asks of Ares. He folds his arms over his chest and lowers his eyes a little as if the slight shift of stance and point of view might give him some edge on discerning the sincerity of the other deity. Yet it does not help, so Thor falls back on belief, at least for the now.
    "I shall admit I am surprised to hear of that. What of your family? Your obligations as..." He gestures with Mjolnir then, as if using it he could summon up the visage that is the God of War..
    "I am sure there is a tale within these words worthy of retelling. And though I find this view agreeable I am inclined to find your thoughts right of the matter. Perhaps we should adjourn and speak on this in more agreeable surroundings?"

Ares has posed:
"My family..." John stops. The suggestion of more agreeable surroundings receives a nod. "Yes, I think this tale is better told with alcohol. Gallons preferably." After all, it isn't something that gets to his physique unless there is lots of it or it is something made by gods instead of humans. "You more than any know how much things change as times passes." He gives a brief shrug. "I happen to be one of those things. In some ways."

He still is what he is. His blood still is that of an Olympian and that which he embodied was always there, beneath that surface veneer of civility.

"I will take some time off. Where shall we meet that we may speak freely?"

Thor has posed:
    "I will call on you, there is a bar I frequent now and again in Hell's Kitchen." Thor sets Mjolnir spinning, slow at first as he speaks. "It will serve and they are used to seeing me there, so no suspicion will fall on you."
    So he believes.
    A step back as the hammer breaks into a blur, flashing through its range of motion and humming as he holds it to the side. "Until then." He gives a single sharp nod and then with a slash of his hand upwards he takes flight, rushing into the sky!