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#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
Aria took her plate to the table alongside William, taking her seat shortly before he did. The sandwich was handled with both hands, her elbows pinned to the tabletop. It was the ultimate lazy eater pose that disobeyed all the rules of dinner etiquette. Not that this was much in the way of dinner, but that's hardly important.
"This place was created by Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark," William began to entertain her line of questioning after taking a bite from his food. While he didn't go on the further explain the two men he mentioned, Aria knew of them. Batman and Ironman were very popular figures in the superhero world. "It was a place they created to train heroes' children and even some villains' children. So, it's not quite a school like Xavier's but it does have training like it. And it's not exclusive to mutants or super-powered individuals." The last part caused a brow to quirk. Not exclusive to super-powered or mutant individuals?
Several thoughts went through her head in regards to that. Her world was comprised of super-powered and genetically modified humans, so it could be weird to imagine a place where a mere human in cool gear could be equal. In fact, and though she'd not voice it out loud, there's a slight prejudice against non-powered humans where she's from. While he spoke, and she sometimes thought about his words, she ate - every so often adding a head nod or some sort of sound to confirm that his message made its mark.
"My time I spent here I trained alongside Superman's son but also Black Widow's son. I think it was more preparing us to take up our parent's mantles. The world has gotten so dependent on heroes anymore that they wanted to prepare the next generation." She imagined how lucky he must have been to be able to train in a place like this. Aria even spared a moment to take a quick glance around the kitchen. "I think they were trying to prevent something like this from happening." By this, she knew that he meant the disappearing villains and heroes.
"But then, you know... The government always has to get involved," he mentioned, and that was something that mutants could really feel on a visceral level. They've been persecuted by the governments and citizens for an extremely long time. There were entire programs built on the concept that mutants were something that needed to be immediately wiped out, and the x-gene was under constant scrutiny to see if there was a way to further prevent more of this adaptation from being created.
"The government always gets involved under the guise that they are helping, but it never turns out well," she agreed as she reached over to snag an oreo. Like a child, she gave the two dark cookies a quick twist to expose the cream and licked it without much reservation. How else does one eat an oreo if not that way? It seemed that William was of the same mind. They weren't barbarians!
Aria smiled lightly at the current climate, and then William broke the unintentional silence with his own questions, "Did you ever study at Xavier's? Or did your mother tell you about it?"
She sat back in her chair, nipping a bit at one of the cookies. "I studied under my mother until I was six. Then I got the privilege of studying at Xavier's because of my father. It wasn't as technologically marvelous as this place, but it was a good school. The teachers were intelligent, and there were always things that we could do as students. I think my father was bitter, though, as I wasn't properly raised on the mother's abilities." She laughed softly at that, but it held more of a regretful note, "It's really hard to come out from the shadow of a parent that has been named a goddess or one of the most powerful mutants. Then there's my father - not really known, a bit loony. Rather, way too smart for his own sanity. Neither my mother nor my father made social interaction with my peers very easy."
She snatched up another oreo and treated it with the same respect as the former. This time she dipped the cookie pieces into her cappuccino to soften them up. The beverage was cold anyhow - no better than flavored milk with a hint of coffee at this point. "By the time I was an older teen, a lot of mutants were losing their lives and powers. We lost so many X-Men, and everything was falling apart. I wanted to become part of a new team that was being formed, but something happened to my dad."
Aria left that one there because no one needed to know that she was victimized by her own dad. She never blamed him for what he did to her, but it made her feel like less of a person for having allowed her own self to become trapped by him and his paranoias.
The topic shifted away from the past and slipped easily into more futuristic curiosity. After all, if this was an academy, then that meant it was time for her to finally embrace her mother's legacy. Storm's abilities surpassed most mutants, and while Aria didn't want to become anyone's revered goddess of weather, she knew that part of her was far superior to the mysticism of her father. Not that she should choose sides. "I'm eager to see the training facilities," she remarked, finishing off another cookie or two... or five. Who's really counting?
"I wonder what the training will be like, or even if we have time to train." A sigh slipped from her lips as her mind dipped into more grim thoughts. Yes, she imagined the worst of the worse of scenarios with both her mother, father and even her stepfather T'Challa.
"I haven't worked with others in such a long time. In fact, I am a little afraid that I don't know how to anymore. When I was at Xavier's, I was able to co-exist with my peers, even if they weren't always good teammates. After what happened to my dad, and then all of the events that followed that, I don't even know if I can anymore." For one reason or the other, the normally quiet woman didn't seem to mind spilling everything out to William. He just had a trusting personality, so she felt comfortable with speaking.
"This place was created by Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark," William began to entertain her line of questioning after taking a bite from his food. While he didn't go on the further explain the two men he mentioned, Aria knew of them. Batman and Ironman were very popular figures in the superhero world. "It was a place they created to train heroes' children and even some villains' children. So, it's not quite a school like Xavier's but it does have training like it. And it's not exclusive to mutants or super-powered individuals." The last part caused a brow to quirk. Not exclusive to super-powered or mutant individuals?
Several thoughts went through her head in regards to that. Her world was comprised of super-powered and genetically modified humans, so it could be weird to imagine a place where a mere human in cool gear could be equal. In fact, and though she'd not voice it out loud, there's a slight prejudice against non-powered humans where she's from. While he spoke, and she sometimes thought about his words, she ate - every so often adding a head nod or some sort of sound to confirm that his message made its mark.
"My time I spent here I trained alongside Superman's son but also Black Widow's son. I think it was more preparing us to take up our parent's mantles. The world has gotten so dependent on heroes anymore that they wanted to prepare the next generation." She imagined how lucky he must have been to be able to train in a place like this. Aria even spared a moment to take a quick glance around the kitchen. "I think they were trying to prevent something like this from happening." By this, she knew that he meant the disappearing villains and heroes.
"But then, you know... The government always has to get involved," he mentioned, and that was something that mutants could really feel on a visceral level. They've been persecuted by the governments and citizens for an extremely long time. There were entire programs built on the concept that mutants were something that needed to be immediately wiped out, and the x-gene was under constant scrutiny to see if there was a way to further prevent more of this adaptation from being created.
"The government always gets involved under the guise that they are helping, but it never turns out well," she agreed as she reached over to snag an oreo. Like a child, she gave the two dark cookies a quick twist to expose the cream and licked it without much reservation. How else does one eat an oreo if not that way? It seemed that William was of the same mind. They weren't barbarians!
Aria smiled lightly at the current climate, and then William broke the unintentional silence with his own questions, "Did you ever study at Xavier's? Or did your mother tell you about it?"
She sat back in her chair, nipping a bit at one of the cookies. "I studied under my mother until I was six. Then I got the privilege of studying at Xavier's because of my father. It wasn't as technologically marvelous as this place, but it was a good school. The teachers were intelligent, and there were always things that we could do as students. I think my father was bitter, though, as I wasn't properly raised on the mother's abilities." She laughed softly at that, but it held more of a regretful note, "It's really hard to come out from the shadow of a parent that has been named a goddess or one of the most powerful mutants. Then there's my father - not really known, a bit loony. Rather, way too smart for his own sanity. Neither my mother nor my father made social interaction with my peers very easy."
She snatched up another oreo and treated it with the same respect as the former. This time she dipped the cookie pieces into her cappuccino to soften them up. The beverage was cold anyhow - no better than flavored milk with a hint of coffee at this point. "By the time I was an older teen, a lot of mutants were losing their lives and powers. We lost so many X-Men, and everything was falling apart. I wanted to become part of a new team that was being formed, but something happened to my dad."
Aria left that one there because no one needed to know that she was victimized by her own dad. She never blamed him for what he did to her, but it made her feel like less of a person for having allowed her own self to become trapped by him and his paranoias.
The topic shifted away from the past and slipped easily into more futuristic curiosity. After all, if this was an academy, then that meant it was time for her to finally embrace her mother's legacy. Storm's abilities surpassed most mutants, and while Aria didn't want to become anyone's revered goddess of weather, she knew that part of her was far superior to the mysticism of her father. Not that she should choose sides. "I'm eager to see the training facilities," she remarked, finishing off another cookie or two... or five. Who's really counting?
"I wonder what the training will be like, or even if we have time to train." A sigh slipped from her lips as her mind dipped into more grim thoughts. Yes, she imagined the worst of the worse of scenarios with both her mother, father and even her stepfather T'Challa.
"I haven't worked with others in such a long time. In fact, I am a little afraid that I don't know how to anymore. When I was at Xavier's, I was able to co-exist with my peers, even if they weren't always good teammates. After what happened to my dad, and then all of the events that followed that, I don't even know if I can anymore." For one reason or the other, the normally quiet woman didn't seem to mind spilling everything out to William. He just had a trusting personality, so she felt comfortable with speaking.