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Ares would have the most fun fighting his daughters and seeing them grow, but at the same time he'll beat them black and blue until their all black and blue.even him.

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beating up the trickster.

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p st pst starter call.

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Ares creating his own island sanctuary only for some people to invade it because they need a war favor or something.

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p st pst starter call.

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p st pst starter call.

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Ares would be a alcoholic in modern times if only because his father still exists.

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whispers...starter call.

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Ares warhammer is only enchanted in a way it can destroy ghosts and spirits

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le...starter call.

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"...Certainly not, it was a poro with a bandana and nunchuks."

entirely different poro, same difference in that it was a poro in the end that brought Ares into this bringy bingewter city. Nothing different then a poro with a giant mariner hat.

"Are you certain they don't? I can...see clearly the magic they have on them."

“Were it one in a giant lookin’ mariner’s hat with two or three that had little bandanas on?” Seemed like a fair question, everyone and everything that stepped into this damn town seemed to take to pirating way too quickly... 

And yet Fate was sure an influx of pirate poros definitely wouldn’t even be the weirdest thing this week. 

“Look, they’re cute ‘nd all but they’re dang dumber than them folk that seem to think they know how to control deep eaters. Don’t be dumber and fall for it, they probably think you got something shiny they can eat.” 

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startter call.

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starter call

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The sun is unlikely to go down soon, this area of the world would face darkness once it becomes past 9 pm. a thing that always vexes him, like his brother but he says little about it.

"Well, You're here now. What answers do you seek that you brave danger for it."

"And do make it as short as possible. I ...do not like talking too much."

Well...   Vulture wouldn't have been a very kind way of going about it, but she was in fact there for whatever metaphorical  or  literal corpses that could've been around.

       ❝ I'm not exactly a stranger to this sort of darkness -   .. sir. ❞   There's uncertainty in her tone, like she's only calling him sir for lack of all else to call him. Her arms fold over her chest, head cantered aside.   ❝ Look, I'm not trying to disturb anything here, but I need answers.   .. Call it a personal journey if you've got to. ❞   A journey she barely wanted to go on to begin with, but knew she needed to.

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starter call