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Hedy Larson ([info]hedymachete) wrote in [info]yegods,
@ 2012-07-08 13:58:00

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Entry tags:!log, #npc:ares, hedy larson

WHO Hedy Larson and Ares
WHERE A small gym in East Harlem
WHEN June 8th, afternoon
RATING TBD
SUMMARY Not one to ever follow the pack, Ares meets up with his daughter a bit later than the other gods.
STATUS Complete


Her best shoes were cast off alongside the wall of the small, dank gym that one of her teammates recommended. It wasn't the cleanest place, but several punching bags hung around her and well-kept exercise machines were sprawled all over, looking out of place in the musty room. Best of all, it was empty. On a hot Sunday in New York most wouldn't dare dream of working up a sweat, especially with all the heat warnings in effect. Most people, however, weren't Hedy, daughter of Ares.

Hedy was stripped down the the minimal clothes since there was no one in sight. She pulled on the edge of her sports bra, wishing desperately for cooler air. An old fan pointed in her general direction, giving her little relief from the heat. Wiping off the sweat of her brow with the back of her hand, she gasped for more air after going on a frenzied rampage on the red punching bag in front of her. Every day for the past week she has fought somebody, not even in fights she instigated. On Thursday she got into a fight with a fellow teammate during scrimmage, and on Friday a bodybuilder decided that Hedy looked at him wrong and punched her in the face. Luckily, others intervened before it got too ugly, but Hedy knew that eventually someone would decide to fight her private; in that situation, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Hoping to exhaust her body, Hedy once again began hitting the bag, this time with her feet and knees, alternating between the two.

She suddenly slipped a bit, her socks causing her to slip on the gym mats. Hedy scowled a bit, not wanting to touch them with her bare feet. I can't keep doing this in socks, though. Hedy mentally admitted before slipping off one sock and gingerly putting it on the floor. Shower right after this. After removing the next one, Hedy threw her socks aside next to her shoes before pausing to take a long swig of bottled water. To be alone was fantastic. To grunt, to scream, to cuss, to laugh in peace was just what Hedy needed.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-08 11:25 pm UTC (link)
Well, Hedy was not entirely alone. Ares had been watching his daughter. More accurately, he was aware of the tailspin his daughter was caught in. A god of war hardly had time to spy on even his own children when war was being waged against the gods, but that didn't mean that some corner of his mind wasn't able to keep tabs on them in a vague sort of way. Of course, Hedy had created the environment for this tailspin. She was a warrior and belonged on the field of battle. Leaving the military had left her bereft of a purpose, something that a warrior needed perhaps more than anyone. A warrior with no cause, no purpose was liable to wage war on the only target in easy reach - himself. As far as Ares was concerned, his daughter was not operating with a clear mind. Her brothers and sisters at arms, the ones she mourned, had died as soldiers should; the time for mourning had passed. She should direct her anger to a more suitable target, which would have been easier had she stayed on her true path. Ah well. Other opportunities arose.

Ares appeared, silently, behind his daughter. Clad only in boxing shorts, the god stood with his arms crossed across his chest, looking down at Hedy, waiting to see if she would detect him before he spoke. He was not patient, so he did not wait long. "At least I can be glad that you continue to train your body," he commented. His words may have sounded harsh, but only a fool would expect codling from the God of War.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-09 01:24 am UTC (link)
Hedy was thinking of everything and nothing; finding a new therapist, going to the Armory, training for the next two weeks at Fort Drum. Her fists hit the bag again, satisfied in the sound the impact made. Startled, she turned on her heel and leaned down in a fighting stance before blinking and recognizing the imposing figure that stood on the edge of the mat. Ares.

She narrowed her eyes before relaxing and rising from her pose, not addressing him for a moment. She rolled her shoulders back, beginning to stretch her arms. Her blue eyes rested at his feet as she took her hair down and pulled it into a tighter ponytail. Her tongue ran over her lips before she finally met his gaze again, fists clenched.

Still silent, she idly rested a fist against the bag and regained her breath, wishing there was a button to teleport her anywhere but where her father was. "What do you want now?" Hedy finally asked (or rather stated) in a low voice.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-09 03:23 am UTC (link)
Always ready for a fight. Ares's heart swelled a bit at his daughter's reaction. That was the kind of action that his children should take - always at the ready, prepared for a fight at any moment. Even if there was disappointment in Hedy's chosen path, Ares could find reason to be proud of his daughter. She was still a warrior, even if she neglected her calling. Her heart knew where she belonged, and perhaps that was why she could not neglect her training. The war god was sure of it.

"What I've always wanted - you to find your true path. To follow it again. You're a warrior, Hedy. You neglect yourself by abandoning that path. But you train for it, because it draws you anyway. Maybe you know to be ready for what is coming, as a warrior does." People - gods and mortals alike - tended not to recognize that Ares could be a bit dramatic. He was more known for charging in to a situation without waiting to create the kind of buildup that a dramatic moment required. However, he was used to being indulged. He had his moments.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-09 04:26 am UTC (link)
Hedy breathed in deep through her nose as he spoke. He hated his speeches, his attempts at being inspiring. She briefly turned away from him, as if she was going to walk out on him. Hedy sort of scoffed at him and shifted her weight, unable to stand still. But at the mention of "what is coming", she froze. Her hands made their way to her hips as her mind raced as she panicked. Another war? A bigger one? Her throat closed up as she thought of battle, and her fists clenched together.

"What are you talking about?" Hedy asked sharply, finding it hard to keep in what she was feeling, making her mentally grope for her strong, logical core.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-09 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Ares would hardly have considered himself inspiring - not in the typical way. He inspired fear, anger, hate... bloodlust, those things necessary for battle, necessary for mortals to know their place. He was not now trying to be inspiring. If he wanted to lead Hedy into a frothing rage right now, he could. But what he wanted was the opposite of that. He wanted her to think clearly, to understand what was a simple fact. That Hedy was a warrior preparing for war was as much a fact to her father as the sky being blue.

However, his daughter's behavior made him reconsider drawing her into a rage-induced encounter. She was behaving like a petulant child, unbecoming of a daughter of Ares. His displeasure manifested itself in a darkening of the light outside the gym, and a reddish hue appearing in the light cast from the pale lights inside the gym. Ares, himself, appeared taller, looming as he glowered down at her. He would assert his position, and hers, if he had to.

But the question gave the war god pause. Choosing to disregard the sharp tone, Ares's appearance returned to its normal stature; she was showing interest, it seemed. "You should pay more attention to the Oracles, daughter," he admonished. "Already the first casualties have fallen. A war is approaching, and it is one that will engulf our world. The Oracles are your scouts, bringing you information about your enemy. Give them heed."

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-09 11:53 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes flashed around at the darkening of the room, intimidated by her father's power in a rare moment of reverence. Her arms lowered from her hips as she began to calm herself, recounting various anger management mantras that she'd collected over the years in her head. Hedy straightened and stuck her chin up at her formidable parent, showing herself to be as unyielding as she ever was.

Still, her mind began to tick. He came to her for a specific reason; Ares made himself rare in her life, much to her pleasing. Today's meeting had a different tone. No training, no explanations of godly episodes, but a true, genuine warning. "I try to avoid them," Hedy admitted, trying to contain her annoyance and anxiety, both of which flared in his presence.

Hedy took a few steps towards her father and considered his expression. Even though she'd never admit it, she began going over what very little she remembered of the Oracles's readings as she went over his face. This is insane, Hedy thought, though certainly not for the first time since she'd been aware of her lineage. Shifting her weight a little more, she cocked an eyebrow. "My enemy?"

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-10 12:15 am UTC (link)
That was better. Ares liked his children to have an appropriate amount of fear of him - he was their superior, and they should recognize that. He didn't want them cowering away; first of all, it would not do for a child of the God of War, and secondly, that sort of fear only incapacitated. His children were meant for action.

"Foolishness," Ares sneered. "They provide information, Hedy. Information that can bolster your position. Strength may be foremost on the field, but an assassin slinking through the shadows, unknown, can fell a general just as well as an enemy in the open. Pay attention - if you fail to know your surroundings, the situation, it can be a deadly mistake." No matter that logic and strategy were his sister's arenas; Ares knew well all aspects of warfare, even those he usually dismissed for his preference of brute strength. No one would ever accuse him of being the protective father, but any tool available to his children for their survival, he would bring to their attention.

"Do you really think a beast that devours gods would leave your world alone? Hedy, the war is being brought to your doorstep. Already you've experienced the first waves. Will you just let it wash over you? No! You are my daughter, and a warrior by birth. You will fight. Your enemies have come to your home and you will defend it." There. That should settle it. Ares leveled a hard, confident gaze on his daughter.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-10 12:25 am UTC (link)
She narrowed her eyes at him. Foolish? Perhaps, but Hedy felt that he was in no position to say so. No one was, at least in her book. What he was saying to her wasn't news (besides the whole war thing); she learned of strategy at West Point. Even so, she nodded as if she agreed, though her tongue ran over her right canine with dislike in her eyes.

Hedy wasn't going to lie; the whole Dadga thing scared her. A lot. But as far as she was concerned, she wasn't involved. Nonetheless she secretly knew that she, being a demigod, would always have a dog in the races. Her eyebrows raised a bit at his final sentence. "Will I?" Hedy responded. "On what grounds? For what reason? I see nothing to gain for myself," She stopped herself while she was still somewhat calm.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-10 12:42 am UTC (link)
Pretty words were all well and good, but when it came down to it, beating something into submission was a lot easier than reasoning with it. Even if that particular something was your own daughter. "YOU WILL!" Ares roared, his temper at its end, his hand shooting out as if to grab her by the throat.

Now, Ares did not intend to permanently harm his own daughter (not that he particularly showed much love to his own children, and especially not defiant ones); Hedy's offense was slight, and he intended only to assert his dominance. If that meant a good tussle and taking her to the mats where they could continue discussion once he'd secured the superior position, so be it. But at this moment, it was about teaching his unruly child a lesson about who, precisely, the one in control was in their relationship.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-10 01:54 am UTC (link)
Ares had attacked her before, of course. But usually it was within a training setting, and even when he did strike unannounced (which he always did, as did she), Hedy generally knew what was coming. This time was not like the others. His hand gripped around her neck and cut off her air, her block missing by two inches. Hedy's eyes widened in surprise and rage. Her power, though markably improved over the past few months, didn't turn on and off like a light switch.

She blinked hard, seeing white again. Glaring at her godly father, she felt the same awe one feels when standing a mile in front of a deadly tornado as he continued to choke her. For a spilt second, Hedy wondered if all god's touches felt this way. Well, MOST GODS PROBABLY DON'T CHOKE THEIR CHILDREN. Hedy exclaimed in her mind since her throat was a bit occupied at the moment. Bending one knee, Hedy raised the opposite arm and brought down her elbow with all her might towards Ares's forearm.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-10 02:38 am UTC (link)
Ares cocked his head to the side, regarding his daughter with the same sort of reproachful air another parent might use for a child caught stealing cookies - she should have made that block. And, well, he did expect her to fight back, and there was not much better of a motivator than losing the ability to breathe. For a half-mortal anyway.

The blow was not unexpected, but Ares did believe in giving a mortal opponent, even a daughter he was trying to school, a fair fight in that he would allow his physical form to react in a way that another mortal's body might react in combat. So, her strike successfully hit the nerve that caused him to release his grip on her throat and he quickly changed tactics; already knocked forward, bent at the waist from her strike, Ares charged forward, intending to simply ram her into the wall behind her. It would be suitably abrupt.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-10 03:36 am UTC (link)
Hedy smirked briefly as she saw her father double over a bit. She knew he was giving her a fair try, but she wanted nothing more than to fight Ares in his purest form. She stood her ground, anticipating his charge with bent knees and an arched back.

She took in the force almost like a hug, knowing how far her back was from the wall. Trying desperately to concentrate, Hedy knew the move she was planning would require her power to work on queue. Luckily it did, her body engulfed in a metallic sheen within seconds of hitting the wall. The concrete cracked and gave at impact as if a woman-shaped car hit it. The vibrations ran through her body, disillusioning her for a moment. Using the pose her dad was in to her advantage, she brought up her still-armored knee, hoping to hit in him the stomach.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-10 03:46 am UTC (link)
There. That was it. When Hedy activated her power in perfect timing, Ares smirked to himself, smug that his daughter was actively fighting back. Though, the armored knee didn't do much for that pleased feeling - his smirk quickly fell away as a sound forced itself from his gut. Ares dropped to one knee and reached forward to grab his daughter by the ankle and pull her feet literally from under her. He was only so fair in a fight - she should know - and his strength was far better than any mortal man, even when he was pretending to behave like one.

Should his plan be successful, he intended to also lay a strike to her solar plexus as she fell (it seemed also that Ares would fudge the fairness of his reflexes as well). And should it fail, well. He'd be displeased. And he'd have to settle for an elbow to her gut, followed by a headbutt as he stood. Not that he intended to fail, but he did have high expectations for his daughter. Even to the extent of surprising him now and again in a contest of battle prowess.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-10 04:05 am UTC (link)
Damn! Hedy exclaimed internally, knowing she should have expecting that move; ankle-grabbing seemed to be a favorite tactic of the god of war. Her body bounced once on the floor, metallic still, but soon became normal again. She glanced frantically at her hand as she caught a glimpse of her "scales" retreating to her head. No time to worry about that now. Her father barely missed a blow that would surely knock the wind out of her.

The elbow met it's target, making Hedy cough violently. She gritted her teeth through the pain and attempted to get up but was interrupted by a spot-on head butt that sent her face-forward to the mat before she could properly get her footing. Her head pounding, she knew she couldn't stop or rest. Ares would show little mercy, and she sure as hell wasn't going to be on the floor in front of him. Using all her strength, she pushed herself up and backed up with her fists in front of her face, glaring at her father as she kept light on her toes and circling him. In pain, she suppressed another cough before rushing him, faking him out and grabbing onto his shoulders, prepping for an advanced movethat Ares himself taught her.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-13 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Ares grinned down at his stubborn daughter. Putting her in mind of who was really in charge around here was his main purpose. The pain would remind her that there were beings far stronger and more skilled than her, and that she would do well to remember her place. Ares' children fought on through the pain - those who succumbed were weak and did not deserve to claim his lineage. He expected that Hedy would be moved to action in this little skirmish, just as she would be when the real battle knocked at her door.

The war god was not disappointed. Ares knew what move she was planning as soon as her hands landed on his shoulders. (Indeed, he felt a swell of pride to know she had set up the move without his noticing until that moment.) Again, he grinned and as she propelled herself upward, he reached back with one hand to grab the waist of her shorts and give it a hard pull, intending to throw off her balance, and enable him to throw her to the ground. As he pulled her down, he stepped back so that she would fall in front of him and he could set up an arm triangle hold.

Again, the God of War was not known for fighting fair - it was unlikely that any mortal could match the speed or strength with which he moved, as it should be.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-16 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Hedy's eyes widened as she felt his grip on her shorts, knowing that he clearly had the upper hand, given he was the one who taught it to her. A yelp that she was unable to contain escaped her as he threw her off balance and slammed her onto the ground. Unable to turn, her skin remained normal and the breath was knocked out of her on impact, stunning her a bit. It all happened too quickly for her to catch up.

Again, seemingly out of the blue, she found herself in a vicious hold, her father's head close to we own. Trying to stop the move from cutting off her air, Hedy closed her eyes and made her skin change. Another yelp came from her lips as she realized that it wasn't helping. Sure, her father could not longer press on her neck, but the armor was adhering to how the skin was presently; tight on her neck. Seeing that his side was completely exposed to her, she punched him in the ribs once, twice, three times.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-18 01:13 am UTC (link)
Ares grunted as she punched him, but he didn't relinquish his hold. He was betting that he could hold out longer than she could - as soon as her armor failed, she would lose consciousness within seconds if she did not free herself. "Your armor will not hold out, daughter. You'll soon be defeated," he boasted. Even if she succeeded in cracking a rib or two, he would win the match. And that was all that mattered to him. Once he had defeated her, she would have to yield to his superiority.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-21 01:27 pm UTC (link)
Hedy's eyes shut tight. Not only was he correct, but her father didn't seem to be giving into her armored blows at all. She knew her nails weren't affected by her power, but she desperately tried scratching at his side in a last-ditch effort to free herself. Hot tears welled up as a reflex to the pain as soon as her skin returned to normal. Using her last surge of energy, she squirmed underneath him and moved all her limbs wildly. 
Hedy felt herself going, and she opened her eyes to look into her father's. Oh she loathed him, but never more than in that moment. Everything about their relationship could be summed up in that very pose; her father cutting off her air as she struggled to free herself. She couldn't work up enough energy to scratch at and/or spit in his face, but a part of her didn't want to fight dirty, at least not with him, not in this moment. Slipping, she stared at him as she gasped for air without looking desperate. I'm not breaking.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-24 09:59 pm UTC (link)
No, he wouldn't. He might not have been the tactical genius his sister was, but he knew his advantage. If she'd had a weapon, he might have been more concerned. Her armored blows hurt, and if he wasn't certain of her defeat in a few moments, he would have paid them more heed. But as it was, any damage she dealt him would matter very little. He would win.

That last look, the one that continued to defy him in her last moment of consciousness - it pleased him in some way. He was still annoyed that she refused to give. And maybe it was indulgence that kept him from being truly pissed off as he rightfully should have been, but what pleased him was her fighting spirit. Her refusal to break - that had been his point. She would fight. She would fight because she refused to go quietly. Leaning down so he could speak softly, he told her, "See, daughter. It is inevitable. You will fight because you have no will not to."

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-25 10:56 am UTC (link)
Her father was putting enough pressure on her to both cut off her air and cut off blood flow. Though not a mortal woman, all 176 pounds of her was limp. He's going to kill me. The thought flashed through her mind in big, neon letters. Of course, he obviously wasn't going to kill her at that moment; she knew he wanted her to fight in his war. Still, Hedy's going mind could recognize the fact that Ares, at some point, would directly or indirectly cause her demise. Not necessarily due to the upcoming war, for as long as Hedy was alive and his daughter her life would be in danger. She, like everyone other demigod, was a slave to the will and politics of higher beings.

Her face, now lost nearly all color, fell. Her father's words rang in her head as she descended into blackness.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-07-28 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Ares felt his daughter succumb to the lack of blood flow and oxygen, and lay her down gently, checking to be sure that she did indeed continue to breathe. Contrary to Hedy's supposition, he did not generally kill his children. Generally. There were children who were unfit to continue be called his, and he had dealt with them as necessary. However, he did not enjoy it. It was like a fact of life. Sometimes his children needed to be returned to the afterlife to be reborn for a chance to be the kind of warrior he expected, and no hand but his own would dispatch them in such a way.

He waited, crouched down beside her until she stirred and was conscious again. "Do not speak, Hedy. Your throat is probably irritated and it will be painful for a while. You must see that when this battle comes to your door, you will fight because it is in your nature. You have much to lose. If you think what you have lost on mortal battlegrounds is painful, you cannot comprehend what is coming. The forces at play here will sweep you and all your new-found friends up in it, and will dash you against the rocks if you do not fight the current. Stop fighting me, daughter. I am not your enemy."

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[info]hedymachete
2012-07-29 09:25 pm UTC (link)
She came to, her mind dull with the details of how she got there. Dull, that is, until she noticed her godly father crouching down beside her. Ugh, not a dream. She brought a filthy, sore hand to her equally filthy and sore head. Nightmare. Sure enough, Hedy found it impossible to speak. Had she not just gotten her ass handed to her, Hedy would be enraged. But as she regained consciousness of her body and it's bruises, she decided against it.

Her eyebrows raised at "new-found friends". Was that what you'd call them? Hedy supposed so, at least in the eyes of her father. "Who is my enemy?" Hedy mouthed to Ares.

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[info]yegods_npc
2012-08-01 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Ares watched as Hedy regained consciousness, not just awareness, but also consciousness of her physical state. She had fought well, but he was her superior. She could not deny it.

At her question, the war god stood and crossed his arms, looking away. Finally, he looked down at her. "The enemies of the gods," he said. He wished he had a better answer for her, not that, that wish showed in his expression. His features were as hard and serious as ever. After a moment he stepped away from her, as if planning to exit out the front door. Instead, he simply vanished after a few steps.

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[info]hedymachete
2012-08-02 12:26 am UTC (link)
Ugh. Typical.

Hedy laid on the gym mat for what felt like an hour, but she had no idea how long she was there for. Eventually, she propped herself up on her elbows, grimacing with every move. Thankful for small miracles, she noted that her neck wasn't broken. Eventually she moved onto her knees. Finally, she stood up, feeling every joint and bruise. She shuffled to her things and slid her feet into each shoe, forgoing laces.

I'm not explaining this to the Army. Hedy thought as she slowly exited the gym, reminding herself to not workout alone again. Not until this "war" was over.

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