Who: Ares and Abby When: late evening Where: an abandoned warehouse What: Looking for a place to house his temple. Rating: TBD
He'd been enjoying the days of silence. The calm before the storm so to speak but Ares was getting increasingly bored. With no one to bark at that could retort, or at least give a half assed attempt he was slowly growing agitated. He'd paced, headed back to Olympus for a bit then had come back and was wandering a dark district that housed abandoned and not so abandoned warehouses. He was looking for just the right place.
Stopping outside one, he smirked as he looked over the exterior of the building and muttered his approval. It would do. He reached out and pushed the door open then stepped inside. Once his eyes adjusted he looked around and grinned. Much better than he'd expected. He moved into the large interior and snapped his fingers. A flash of light and another broad grin from the God of War as a bone chair, his throne appeared centered at the back of the room. "Welcome home." he said to himself, his voice gruff and deep.