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Alexander Aaron	There are fifteen stories to the Tempus Cavalcade Operations Building in Manhattan. Most of which are occupied by legitimate businesses, accounting firms, lawyers, and a handful of insurance agencies all seeking to further their goals and do what work is to be done in the great city. There are no outward signs that the place serves another purpose, people come and go during work hours, it closes up when needed... and today on the fifth floor it's Sherry's birthday party. They even got her cake.     Yet up on what would be the thirteenth floor, naturally unmarked considering he city ordinance against bad luck, there is a facility that is known to SHIELD and those who keep track of the movements of super beings. Perhaps the man who commissioned its creation would be irate to know that on some SHIELD database somewhere one of his bolt holes is known. It doesn't help that his son makes use of the place and likely is the reason it's known. Still. Annoying.     Inside the facility it's one entire floor that's dedicated to creating a safe harbor under the most dire circumstances. There are supplies in crates and heavy packaging along one wall, food likely enough to maintain operations for a team for several years. There are six cots against another wall, some end tables for whomever would choose to live under such conditions, and a kitchenette as well as restroom facilities... though the only division between one and the other are some screens folded out to separate or grant some hint of modesty.     Yet it's what else is there that likely has Alexander Aaron visiting now and again. The training facilities and gear that are easily on hand. A large matted area for sparring or tumbling is present. There are rows upon rows of weapons on one of the inner walls where the elevators and stairwell pass through the facility, and there is a fencing run as well as various dummies and heavy bags as well as three treadmills. Good facilities for training, and keeping busy if one is in lockdown.     It's there that Alexander finds himself, standing opposite a Shaolin Wooden Man and going through the seventeen patterns of strikes needed to maintain focus through such a long laborious exercise. Inside that gym things are quiet, save for the repeated wooden /thok-thok-thok/ from the impacts of the strikes.
Kendra Saunders	The woman known as Kendra Saunders is rather unassuming. She dresses that way, too. She's pretty enough to perhaps gain notice but she dresses in a jacket and pants to hide her form. She casually walks as if she belongs. Her hair cut short. Frankly, she doesn't exactly stand out. It makes it very easy to walk into a building, punch in a code, and just go to where you wish. She doesn't seem like she belongs or doesn't belong. She just seems like she's there. So, when she arrives at the 13th floor of the building, it's likely no one even noticed her arrival. Hiding in plain sight is the most powerful tool in anyone's arsenal, even non-spies. When she does arrive, she looks around casually, hearing the sounds and nodding her head as her intel seems to be correct. "Alexander Aaron." She calls out lightly as she approaches the area. Seeming unsure if she got the right person or place. Seeming being the operative term.
Alexander Aaron	There had been images of him in the dossier most likely. Along with various warnings, to be fair. The imagery isn't terribly exciting. A few shots of a man five foot eleven in a combat suit with a motorcycle helmet on of all things. And a sword? But there was also a picture from two years ago of a 16 year old in a High School yearbook for a place called Happy Harbor, but that image was of a punk making a face at the camera with one bulgy eye and a twisted smirk. When she enters the training area the Alexander Aaron she sees seems much more... somber.     The voice gets his attention and if she is watching closely she'll likely see a hint of surprise. A hint that's quickly suppressed as the blond youth turns from that training dummy, frowning as his curious hazel eyes meet her gaze.     Same height as in the dossier, light at perhaps one eighty? Wearing just grey sweat shorts and an over-sized white t-shirt, hard to discern much about his physique off hand, but the data had said he was superhuman in that regard. Those eyes though, very strange and out of the norm even as they fell heavily upon her in contemplation.     "Yes, ma'am." He says at first, something about her manner likely seeming that she deserves such a title.
Kendra Saunders	A smirk and she chuckles, "Good manners at least." She states and then nods her head, "I'm Agent Kendra Saunders, of SHIELD, and I have come here to see you. Though, I'm doing it for more personal than official reasons." She walks up and the woman is unimposing and yet also imposing. It's not her size or anything though she is tall for a human woman, it's her confidence. She exudes it. It's an easy sort of confidence. A lack of hesitance or fear that comes with age that exceeds that of even many so called gods. "I was curious about your, perhaps, unofficial title." She nods her head and looks him over briefly, "The one you get from your father."
Alexander Aaron	The youth's lips part as he draws a sharp breath, but then he nods and does not voice whatever he was about to say. He accepts she is who she says she is, which likely explains several things to him about how she came to be here, and the why perhaps in part.     hose strange hazel eyes remain on her, focused steadily, expression calm and controlled. Yet when she says she's there for personal as opposed to professional his eyebrows rise with consideration. Yet it's not her height indeed that he notices most, nor perhaps even her manner. It is as she seems to carry herself, that lack of fear, that lack of a primal pulse of suspicion and wariness that seems to carry most of humanity from one point to the next. She has so little. It's intriguing, though he gives little sign of that inerest.     "It's..." The youth smiles then, a first break in manner but a controlled one. "Official in a manner of speaking. There was a gathering, and a passing of... obligations." Which was held before several pantheons when his father set him fully on that path.     "But yes, Phobos." He gives voice to the name. Yet then he steps away from the dummy, wiping a forearm across his brow. There is a healthy sheen of effort to his features, and the t-shirt hugs the contours of his strong back as he walks away a few paces, then turns to gesture to the side, "Would you like something to drink?"     Perhaps remembering his manners.
Kendra Saunders	"No, thank you." She states simply enough and nods her head, "Though, yes. Phobos is the reason I am here." She walks with him if he has to move to go to where the drinks are and she takes up a spot against a wall, leaning into her right shoulder rather than her back as some might. She watches him briefly before she adds, "I have met your father." She states simply and nods her head, "A while back." She nods again before she sucks in a breath and hmms as to how to put this. "I also knew the previous Phobos as well." She nods her head before looking to Alexander, "I am curious as to what happened to Phobos. Not you, obviously, but that one." She looks at him, "If you knew what happened, that is. Your father is less...accessible."
Alexander Aaron	"That..." Alexander says quietly as he shifts his weight to the other foot, hesitating before the refrigerator he was walking toward. "Must have been a long time ago?" He asks of her, not disbelieving for he has seen much in his life, seen many that have lived for long and many years.     He stops with one hand upon the handle of the fridge, and then tilts his head toward her, measuring her. Gauging her. Not the casual look of a man peering at a woman, though she has a beauty of her own. But someone trying to discern what they can of another.     And how much of a threat they may be.     "He died." Which might be a revelation in a way, that a God can die. The door to the fridge opens with a faint /whumpf/ as he pulls it free and then he turns away to reach inside, emerging after a moment with his prize of a plastic bottle of water.     "I..." He gestures with the bottle towards his head, "Sometimes still hear him."
Kendra Saunders	A nod, "It was." She states simply and then shifts a little against the wall and states, "As a note, Agent Kendra Saunders never met Phobos." She nods her head, "It's complicated but, I am sad to hear of that death." She nods her head and then she considers. She has been around for longer than, well, most everyone. She knows gods can die. She knows most of them aren't really gods. Not in her estimation. Just powerful. She sighs a little before she nods her head, "Do you know how he died?" She then looks at him carefully, "Especially as you can still hear him?"
Alexander Aaron	"I..." Alexander says as he frowns across the distance toward her. Then he twists the cap off of the bottle, pocketing it as he lifts the water to his lips for a quick sip. His gaze meets hers steadily as he murmurs, "I don't know for sure. I believe my father killed him."     Simply the fact she knows as much as she does, it likely helps him allay some suspicions. But he does still seem a touch reserved. "My father left Olympus, disowned his family. I..." The youth looks to the side then back, "I suspect that my grandfather could not leave his role absent, so elevated Phobos, disguised him as Ares, so there would be no... gap? I suppose?"     The youth walks back toward her, bare footsteps quiet. "I believe when I was born it infuriated him and he threatened my life, so my father fought him and..." He uncurls a hand to the side and frowns.     There's a pause then, just the space of several heart beats until he finally asks. "Were you and he friends?" The elder Phobos who had worn that mantle.
Kendra Saunders	Sucking in a sharp breath, she frowns a little and shakes her head, "Well, not surprising." She states simply enough and then she considers that a moment before shaking her head, "Not much for it now." She states and then she looks over at Alexander and then looks down before considering, "Allies." She states simply enough, "I don't know if we'd be considered friends. I am often amused by those like your father. They seem to often still treat me as they would any human." She chuckles and shrugs. "Something that doesn't make sense to me but then few, very few, know the truth of who and what I am." She looks over at Alexander, "You are among a handful and only because I needed to know what you know." She gestures to him, "I'd prefer if you keep what you know quiet though I will say, technically I am only twenty five."
Alexander Aaron	Another sip of water, his eyes holding hers steadily, then he gives a nod. "I imagine you have a story to share, but if you don't feel it's important that I know it I understand." The youth is so calm, controlled, yet there is curiousity in his gaze. Perhaps simply he knows his place and affords her the due respect for someone of her past and her position knowing of the pantheon.     But then there's a small flash of a smile as those eyes lower, then return to her gaze as he murmurs, "I come from a place that's... a rare cross over I think. I was mortal until I was ten. Then I was immortal. So I have... seen that transition?"     A step carries him to the side to one of the benches nearby against the wall before where she leans, and he takes a seat. So he looks up at her, "And I think I have a unique point of view compared to most beings in the world. Gods aren't much different than humans, so if we treat you that way I think it's natural. It's when we..." He looks away and waves the bottle, "Strike the superior noise and roar about how things mankind was not meant to understand, that's usually half-assed and posturing." His lip curves wry.     "I mean not always, but usually. So yeah. He was just probably being a dick."     Then suddenly he seems self-conscious of that choice in language and appends, "I mean jerk."
Kendra Saunders	A chuckle and then she considers, "It was during a war, kid." She states simply put, "And very few understand or have seen anything like me." She pushes up from the wall and looks at him carefully before saying, "You aren't old enough to have seen a turn of a century." She looks down briefly and considers, "I have seen the turn of three millenia." She nods her head and looks at him, "As far as I can remember." She nods to him. "And if he still speaks to you, he might eventually tell you that he met me back before history started counting the years up." She shrugs and then sucks in a breath before letting it out slowly and nodding her head, "And no, gods aren't much different than humans. Often, humans are better than them. They understand life better than gods and get what it is like to live and die." She shrugs, "I think a few of them could learn a lot from getting killed. It'd be good for them." She smirks at him, "Though, most don't get to come back."
Alexander Aaron	There's a twist to his smile as he mouthes the word, 'kid' and sort of half-smirks at her with the water bottle in hand. Like crossing the Rubicon she has gone past a line that cannot be uncrossed. He takes a sip in lieu of perhaps offering some other words, then looks sidelong before turning his gaze back. "If you are indeed as old as you are, then to you everyone must be a kid in a way, so hey. My name is Alexander."     It may be an admonishment in some form, but it's delivered with a wry half-smirk, and perhaps only then might she be able to make that connection between that picture in the yearbook with the youth making a face and the one in front of her now.     "Did I help you at least? Were you good friends?" And then he puts the smirk back in place as he offers with the true antagonism only attained by a brat, "Did you guys smooch?"
Kendra Saunders	A smirk at him and she rolls her eyes, "Basically. Eighteen is extremely young by comparison." She shrugs and nods, "Alexander, then." She then idly looks at him before shaking her head again and sighing, "Smooch? Really?" She then considers, "If anything, we had a lot of fun putting weapons to enemies that deserved it. Not much more." She states, "Back then I was still very much in love with another. In a way I still am though millenia makes one more open to other things and makes one wonder about choices." She sighs and looks over at the training area. "He was helpful though. We didn't spend a great deal of time together by my standards though I suppose by most people's standards we were aquainted for a while." She considers, "Just when you move htrough lives like I do, friendships don't always last as long as you'd like."
Alexander Aaron	The youth's smile is a wry thing as he nods at her conceding at least to call him Alexander. But he seems not to push it beyond that, his manner still at ease for some reason despite barely knowing the person before him. "Turmoil breeds camaraderie." He offers in way of explanation for the past and her knowing of Phobos from old.     "That must be a lovely thing however, to have an ages old love." Though it's clear he doesn't entirely grasp that on some level with the way he speaks of it so carefully.     Yet it's at the last thing she says that he nods and smiles a little sadly, "I don't... look forward to that. Leaving behind my friends. When I get older." And ages past his first lifetime, and the one after that.     Silence then reigns for a time between them. Ten seconds perhaps, just long enough to make one realize it is there before he lifts his voice. "I wish I could tell him, but... he is just a presence at times. Not always aware... words. Thoughts. But little more. But if I have the chance I'll tell him you asked of him."
Kendra Saunders	"I'd appreciate that though I hardly know how any of that works." She chuckles, "I mean, where do people like him go when they die? Into you?" She shrugs, "Deity after life?" She grins and shrugs even as she looks to the side and considers, "I never even thought about where I might go when I'm..." She shrugs, "Waiting." She then hmms as she looks to him with a smirk. "Don't worry about what you lose." She nods her head, "When you get older. Worry about what you throw away." She nods her head, "Trust me. No one who dies before you cares that you moved on or is even holding ill will. You shouldn't hold on to bad things either." She states, "You know people. You will have known them. That is a treasure. Don't let it be a burden." She sucks in a breathe, "It's a hard lesson but I had to learn it a long time ago."
Alexander Aaron	"I wish I had answers for you." Alexander says with that same small smile, then he looks around the room for a time, as if seeking some way to bridge the gap. He takes a deep breath, then turns back to look up at her, watching as she leans against the wall.     "Are you a new person each time, or do you view things as one... entity?" He rests his arm along the back of the bench and crosses a foot over his knee. "And in this lifetime you're... a SHIELD agent." His lip twists up a little, perhaps some part of him giving her a hard time for that choice.     Then he says with a glimmer in those curious hazel eyes, "Did you like, lose a bet in a past life or something?" Perhaps it's teasing, but the smile is warm and genuine.
Kendra Saunders	A smirk and then she shakes her head, "I am and I'm not." She states simply enough, "I am a new human being, born to a new family, and raised as best they can by what they believe but I eventually remember everything and, well, I am me again." She states simply enough, "And I chose SHIELD because they have access to a great deal of information." She gestures around, "As you can see." She then sighs and shakes her haed, "It's not as simple as it sounds, though."
Alexander Aaron	"Mmm," Just a sound comes from him at first, accepting her words though those intrigued eyes remain upon her with an open curiousity. He nods slowly at the final explanation and smiles a little, "Does your personality change?"     He asks this as he pulls his other leg up to sit cross-legged before her, curiously. "Do you remember everything you learn? Everything you study?" His back straightens as he turns to the side, hands planting upon the edge of the bench and twisting until there's a faint cartilaginous crackle from his spine as he releases that tension.     Then he looks back to her, "If so that must be very interesting to have that to draw on."
Kendra Saunders	"It doesn't change but it does draw on experience." She states, "Experience of this life before I remembered." She nods her head, "So, in a way it does change but not really." She then looks at him, "And I remember everything." She states and nods her head, "Aboslutely everything." She then shrugs her shoulders and smiles at him, "Why do you ask? You seem rather oddly interested for someone who will probably live for a very long time."
Alexander Aaron	A hand uncurls as he answers her easily, "If it extends to fighting forms throughout the ages, techniques, combat, well I'd be curious to pick your brain or see how things have changed over the years. If you were inclined."     Having said that he then pushes up off of the bench and grabs the front of his t-shirt to wipe at his brow, then lets it drop back, wiping a forearm over his face as he grimaces. "Though, I sorta should take a shower, I reek." His lip twists. "But if you're inclined, maybe we can talk about that sometime soon."
Kendra Saunders	A considering look to him and then she nods, "I suppose I wouldn't mind offering you some training." She nods her head and smiles, "You might even learn something and shrugs, "If you are capable of such things." She teases before turning and starting toward the door, "Get your shower, Alexander. I'll be around the Triskellion if you wish to speak to. Reach out to SHIELD and I'll see about setting up some time for me to show you how to properly fight."