<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John listened to the explanation without much care whose voice belonged to who. From his seat on the floor, he saw the backs of chairs and heads, and he recognized Steve’s voice, but didn’t know who the other voice belonged to. From what he understood of the whole explanation, the mission was to infiltrate and create a distraction, which to John meant destroy it. He rose to his feet, gulping the last of the green liquid before he crushed the can and tossed it into the Dew box. He was wired; he was pumped; and was ready to raise Hell thanks to Pepsi Co.<br/><br/>The jock approached the table and slammed his hands down upon it, which was loud enough to get the entire rooms attention—if they didn’t ignore him. He then pointed at the floating-glowy-triangle-thing and declared on a voice that those who didn’t know him might have thought was humanly impossible. It resonated throughout the chamber as he declared, “Destroy the ship!”<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">I WILL SINK THAT VESSEL INTO THE FIERY DEPTHS OF HADES! IT WILL SUBMERGE LIKE ATLANTIS IN A BLOODY SEA OF DEATH! LO MORTALS! YOU WILL WITNESS THE MIGHT OF ARES, THE GOD OF WAR!</span></span></em><br/><br/>The door to the stairwell was then kicked open as John marched down the steps. He wasn’t sure how he was going to bring the ship down without weapons, but he was sure he could find some. He also didn’t take into account that sinking the ship would have it crash in New York and its destruction could harm thousands. It was the price to pay for glory.<br/><br/><strong><em>Continued in Upper Levels...(1)</em></strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112961.msg5831152#msg5831152)<br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers<br/><hr/><br/><br/>No sooner was John back in the Avenger’s Briefing Room after the random change in the forecast. His skin, clothes, and hair were smoking. There were patches burned into his shirt and pants, and black patches of three-degree burns in certain areas. He had found a seat and was sitting quietly, waiting for some of his brain cells to regenerate as every now and then he’d twitch from a sudden spasm that wracked his spine. His eyes were slightly rolled back into his head unable to focus, but he was there and able to listen further regardless. He would speak nothing of his father and what had just transpired.