Celebrated victim of your fame. [ closed ]
Who: Ares and Noah
What: bro times or something.
Where: Ladon's bar
When: Day, some time after this
Warnings: Ares is there. JUST SAYIN ( Read more... )
What: bro times or something.
Where: Ladon's bar
When: Day, some time after this
Warnings: Ares is there. JUST SAYIN ( Read more... )
So, it looks like that's a compliment. Coming from the God of War, yeah, it definitely is. Still, Ares doesn't move to help her up or offer to help those wounds and cuts she has. Likely, adding tainted water to clean them wouldn't help, anyway. He just stands there, looking down at her, with a rather amused look upon his face.
Yet, to her last question, he shakes his head and raises a hand in mock surrender. "No, no. There's been enough of that already." Not really, at least for him, but he's willing to placate the situation. The god glances around the bar for a moment before he cocks a thumb behind him. "Almost everyone here's rather shit faced as it is. I'm waiting to another brawl to start." Poor Ladon.
"You can call me Ares. Greek God of War." Oh, and just for good measure, because his ego is just that large, his chin raises ever so slightly and his back straightens just so to add to that godly appeal that he believes every word of that title he just announced. "And before you ask, no, I had nothing to do with that fight of yours."
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"Oh, good. One bar fight a day is my limit. I'm not as young as I use to be," not that she got into bar fights much when she was younger, but he doesn't need to know that.
Now she'll just be staring, not entirely sure if she should believe him or not. Buuuut she's drunk, in pain and is more inclined to do so. That and she already made friends with magical people, elves, giant robots so why not a God of War? Made total sense. "Nice to meet you...?" is that what you say to Gods in the middle of a bar while bleeding from the face?
"I'm Noah. I have no impressive title outside of Lieutenant Commander in the Navy." Lame.
Anyway, she'll be trying to stand again now.
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"Lieutenant Commander? The Navy?" Again, he chuckles in a good natured fashion. "You must be tough as barbed wire to deal with being in the Navy, Noah." Pause. "Well, if your version of the Navy is the same as the one where I'm from."
Still looking down at her, Ares offers a simple shrug of a large shoulder as he notes, "Impressive titles don't mean everything." This coming from the guy that just announced he's the God of War. "But so far, from how you fight, are able to take a hit, and from what little you told me about yourself - color me impressed." The God then smiles towards her.
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She lifts a brow up. Tough as barbed wire? Yeah, maybe to get through basic training but other than that it wasn't that awful. She flew jets, too, so it wasn't like she was in the field...not much. But she had been before, "Somehow I doubt it's the same, but thanks for the compliment." again. If she was sober she'd probably be really honoured.
"Growing up with three brothers I kind of didn't have much of a choice. Either I learned to be tough-- " oops, hold on, spitting blood again, "-- or I get my ass kicked." she shrugged though, wiping her mouth afterward, "So ...do you know how long I was out? Or any idea who that guy is." she nodded to Gabranth now.
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"Well then," Ares starts as he shifts to move to a nearby seat that isn't broken amongst the remnants of the brawl. "Enlighten me. How is the Navy where you're from? How hard is the training and the hazing to get through and prove your worth?" With that, he kicks out the chair across the table he's sitting at, indicating for her to sit.
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Explain the Navy while drunk and half -conscious to the God of War? Suuuure why not. She took a seat in the chair, hoping she wouldn't have to stand up again anytime soon because she was getting really light headed, "Basic is pretty intense..." God, that was forever ago, "They kick your ass, scream at you, call you names and run you through hell and back--" wait, she was talking to a God, "not..literally hell, but close enough when you're 18 and terrified. Uuh...damn I don't know, we didn't have to run through a pride of lions or anything but I definitely got my ass handed to me more than once."
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Once she was done speaking, he nodded in a thoughtful manner as an elbow moved to prop up on the table. "It sounds like you went through your own version of the lion's pit. And that definitely sounds like the Navy branch of the military that I know of in my home world."
Now Ares leaned back in his seat and he took a moment to flick his gaze to the ceiling before he looked back at Noah. "See, after a few thousand years, mortals didn't need us Greek Gods anymore. They advanced to the point where they didn't need us... Some were able to still rule in secret. Uncle Hades still deals with departed souls, and Aphrodite's line of work went through the roof with the invention of the internet... But my area didn't survive."
He paused as he moved to cross his arms over his chest once more, still leaning back in his chair. Realizing she's still drunk, he decided to downplay the next words. "War's still around, but not my kind of war. I look for the mortals who prove their mettle against challenges, instead of hiding behind a gun. Who aren't afraid to throw a punch, see blood spilled, and have this tenacity that only those with true merit have."
Now a smirk seemed to touch his lips as he watched her and canted his head ever so slightly to the side in an amused manner. "Color me surprised when I happened to find that here, tonight." The God of War then leaned forward in his seat, leaning over the table as he pointedly noted, "I've seen men throughout the ages fight with less balls than what you showed - and they were fighting for gods, country, love - and whatever other justified reasons they could come up with. You simply had an all out drunken brawl. That's it... Gotta say, Noah, I'm impressed."
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"Yeah only with less lions and more screaming drill sergeants." Man, she was glad she wasn't in basic for long. That shit sucked.
She did laugh at the whole 'Aphrodite gaining power once the internet came around' business, but it hurt to laugh so that only lasted for a second or two. The fact that he said 'uncle Hades' was some how pretty amusing in and of itself. Man, this guy was a riot.
"I don't use guns unless I really need to, I mean sometimes you don't have much of a choice," but, again, she was usually flying jets and didn't need to be on the field with a gun very often. "Can't depend on them all the time though," and that's where fists came in handy.
"Oh, stop. You're going to make me blush," she giggled, rubbing at her already red and bloodied cheek lightly, "Glad I can make a God proud by knocking a dude in the balls in the middle of a bar."
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There was a moment of silence on Ares' end of the conversation for a moment before his eyes flitted back towards her in a sidelong gaze. Now he accessed the woman, allowing his eyes to roam over her, but not in a lecherous manner. "You know," he started, "If you ever feel the itch to fight, or train..." He then extended his arms at his sides in a welcoming manner. "I'm practically the best one for the job. Something tells me that you'd enjoy training."
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She crossed her legs and closed her eyes for a minute or so, "Training with Ares? Sign my ass up," she might have to consider that more when she wasn't drunk, but she'd still do it, "Gotta stay in shape somehow. I started getting lazy once I found my ship."
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When she admitted to the length of time of her stay here at this strange land, he let out a low whistle. "Really?" Ares then looked around the bar once more, as though looking at his surroundings with a new-found light. "Crazy isn't always bad. It's better than the mundane and the boring." At least that's how he's looking at it so far.
Ares then leaned back in his seat once more, in a rather nonchalant manner, as he looked over Noah again. Normally, he wasn't this friendly, or nice. But, maybe there was something about the woman that already crawled under the immortal's skin, albeit just meeting her. "Do you think you can handle getting back to your home in one piece while you're still intoxicated?"
It was an honest question, really. Ares even motioned to hold his hands up in a mock surrendering manner as he added, "Honestly. No tricks or games. I don't play them."
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"Really." Noah snorted at that, "I guess so. I don't think this place could be boring with transformers and shit walking around." she would be very surprised then. Speaking of transformers, she needed to talk to Ratchet again sometime soon.
She wiped a hand over her mouth idly, glancing around once or twice as if she was looking for something. She wasn't, but she didn't want to just keep staring at him like she had been. It was rude...and if she tried her eyes would cross, "Uh...well let me try and stand up, and if I fall flat on my face I'm gonna have to go with 'no'" so she stood up, using the chair for support for a few seconds and just swaying on her feet.
Then, after laughing at his comment about not playing games, she took out her PORTAL, squinting as she tried to find the map. "...okay I might need some help. Do you know where house five is?" She honestly hadn't been back to her room there in a while and she wasn't going to make it out to her ship like this unless she wanted to fall and drown.
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When the PORTAL of hers was opened, he tried to gaze at the map as well. "House five?" He questioned, trying to remember if he knew it's location at all. He had only been here for two weeks or so, after all.
"I might," Ares started. "But, I'm still getting used to the lay of the land." There's a brief pause as he considered something and looked down at her. "How about this. I'll try and get you back, but if we end up walking in circles and can't seem to find it, I can take you back to my Temple."
Again, a hand raises. "I won't even stay. I have a spare residence at one of the houses that I can use, but that's only if we can't find your house. That work?"
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"Your temple?" If she was sober she would have made a joke about him coming onto her or something, but all the innuendos she could have made kind of fluttered away, "Dude, I don't care," if he stayed, that is, "I've shared close quarters with a bunch of smelly dudes for days-- not that you're smelly -- but you know what I mean." she wasn't worried about it.
So with that she turned and started stumbling for the exit.
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Once outside, he fishes out his own PORTAL device, in the form of some ancient war spoil of his and he looks to the map of his own, trying to gain his bearings with where they currently were before walking ahead. It doesn't take long though, and they heading off to where he believes House Five is located.
"Oh, just a bit of advice, don't drink the water. Something seems to have tainted it." Which could be the reason she's this drunk, or it could have legitimately been because she was in a bar. Either way, Ares found it best to cover his ground.
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Thankfully she knows the general direction of house five sort of, but it's really hard to concentrate and thinking makes her already pounding head hurt more. The city is too damn big.
"Wha?" She tilted her head toward him, "Shit. Really? I drank a shitload of water earlier when I was working on my jet," and then she drank booze here...well that explained a few things, "This place is dumb."
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