There’s something incredibly terrifying about a Temelechus and Rakshasa who have cause to work together, and it’s something Ares learns about the two of them very quickly, much to his pleasant surprise. It isn’t that he didn’t have effective pairs of warriors previously, but there’s something about the efficiency to the team of Paz and Scarlett that he winds up sending them together on missions often. This suits Paz just fine, as part of her did worry that they would be separated once Scarlett’s training was complete, and she would have hated to have had to kill one of her fellow warriors who did not bring Scarlett back in one piece.
Overprotective? Maybe. But Paz has so few people she feels protective of that she doesn’t particularly care.
Paz gains quite a bit of notoriety as being part of the group that killed Loki, even if she hadn’t been the one to strike the fatal blow herself. It makes some of their work easier, some of it harder, but in the end she appreciates the challenge just as much as the deference. Currently, she’s stretched out the beach, a fire crackling next to her as the sand scratches against her back and she and Scarlett both ride out the highs of their Callings.
“You know, I never asked – why Ares? Aside from the obvious, I mean.” Scarlett shifts over onto her stomach so that she can see Paz’s face and gauge her response. “There are probably a few different gods of war.”
“He was the least judgmental.” Paz replies simply, not needing to give it much thought. “The other gods of war are more concerned with honor and glory than the battle itself. Ares understood my need to kill and didn’t feel the need to reform me in his image.”
Possibly because in many ways, she already was.
“Fair enough.” Scarlett pulls a cigarette from her pocket, holding it close enough to the flames so that it can catch the edge and light. “Just not many people would consider him the ‘good’ option.”
There’s a bit of a smirk as Paz tips her head back. “Have I ever given you the impression I care about good versus bad?”
She laughs. “Course not. I’m not daft. I just thought you might have … turned over a new leaf.”
Paz laughs herself, before shaking her head. “I’m not so worried about that. I just need a purpose. Ares was more than happy to give me it so long as I got him what he wanted.”
“Fair enough.”
Scarlett takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke up into the air, before tucking her arm behind her head as she stares up at the stars. Thebes always has had beautiful stars, and she’s more than happy to lean back and enjoy it, just soaking in the quiet and relishing a job well done. After a long period of silence, Scarlett exhales before turning back to face Paz again.
“Think we might be able to stick around for a little while?”
“Maybe,” Paz glances over at her. “What did you have in mind?”
Scarlett shrugs again, before looking up at the stars again. “Just might be nice to explore for a bit. Haven’t really had the chance to do that.”
Paz considers quietly for a moment, before glancing back and nodding with a small smile. “We can do that. Where do you want to go?”
“Is there anywhere cool that you’ve been? Somewhere fun?”
Paz considers for a moment, before a wide smile splits her face. “I know just the place.”
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Overprotective? Maybe. But Paz has so few people she feels protective of that she doesn’t particularly care.
Paz gains quite a bit of notoriety as being part of the group that killed Loki, even if she hadn’t been the one to strike the fatal blow herself. It makes some of their work easier, some of it harder, but in the end she appreciates the challenge just as much as the deference. Currently, she’s stretched out the beach, a fire crackling next to her as the sand scratches against her back and she and Scarlett both ride out the highs of their Callings.
“You know, I never asked – why Ares? Aside from the obvious, I mean.” Scarlett shifts over onto her stomach so that she can see Paz’s face and gauge her response. “There are probably a few different gods of war.”
“He was the least judgmental.” Paz replies simply, not needing to give it much thought. “The other gods of war are more concerned with honor and glory than the battle itself. Ares understood my need to kill and didn’t feel the need to reform me in his image.”
Possibly because in many ways, she already was.
“Fair enough.” Scarlett pulls a cigarette from her pocket, holding it close enough to the flames so that it can catch the edge and light. “Just not many people would consider him the ‘good’ option.”
There’s a bit of a smirk as Paz tips her head back. “Have I ever given you the impression I care about good versus bad?”
She laughs. “Course not. I’m not daft. I just thought you might have … turned over a new leaf.”
Paz laughs herself, before shaking her head. “I’m not so worried about that. I just need a purpose. Ares was more than happy to give me it so long as I got him what he wanted.”
“Fair enough.”
Scarlett takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke up into the air, before tucking her arm behind her head as she stares up at the stars. Thebes always has had beautiful stars, and she’s more than happy to lean back and enjoy it, just soaking in the quiet and relishing a job well done. After a long period of silence, Scarlett exhales before turning back to face Paz again.
“Think we might be able to stick around for a little while?”
“Maybe,” Paz glances over at her. “What did you have in mind?”
Scarlett shrugs again, before looking up at the stars again. “Just might be nice to explore for a bit. Haven’t really had the chance to do that.”
Paz considers quietly for a moment, before glancing back and nodding with a small smile. “We can do that. Where do you want to go?”
“Is there anywhere cool that you’ve been? Somewhere fun?”
Paz considers for a moment, before a wide smile splits her face. “I know just the place.”