Characters: Ares and OPEN Location: Sub-Basement 2 Time: 9/7/16, Afternoon Summary: Brooding between missions Status: Incomplete/complete/in progress Warnings: tbd
There were many advantages to having an eidetic memory. For Ares in particular it allowed him a certain measure of escapism from time to time when he grew weary of living below ground as a veritable prisoner, only released now and then to pull another team out of the fire. He could remember, in painstaking detail, what it felt like to be free. To be able to take the time to feel the warm sun upon his skin without having to worry about dodging bullets or completing one mission or another. The feel of sand or grass beneath his against his feet. The taste of a sweet delicacy. Memories so vivid that when he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to them, it was almost like experiencing them for the very first time all over again. It helped to pass the time between missions and training.
But despite what he could remember he held little desire to actually be a part of the world above. It was that world, after all, that had allowed him and his kind to be imprisoned simply for existing and he doubted if there would ever be a public outcry against the treatment of supers. Humanity naturally feared what it did not fully understand, what it could not comprehend, and as long as Supers had been around they still largely remained as an unnatural force in a world not all that receptive to change despite various ongoing political rantings.
No. Ares could care less about humanity. And so instead of longing to be free, he simply contented himself with his memories. Presently he rested on one of the couches in the lounge area, hands behind his head and his fingers interlaced together. His eyes were closed as he quietly recited passages from The Art of War to himself, only stopping when he heard someone approach, prompting him to open one eye.