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A r i a x M u n r o e
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#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
"I can relate to living in your parent's shadow. My father isn't a goddess, but he's one of the smartest people in the world and he's just plastered in tabloids, news... wherever. My mom too. Ever since my birth that's all it's been. They even call me 'Junior Fantastic.'" She laughed softly at that, but it was more or less out of sympathy than the fact that she could possibly find that funny. There's no humor to be found in not being your own person because your parent was great. For Aria, she had always felt a certain insecurity in never being able to be even a glimmer of the queen of weather as Ororo Munroe. There was an even farther divide between she and Storm when she was just handed off to Forge; a parent that was a stranger to her. A parent whose power did not blend well with what she had been taught for two years. He had ruined her; bastardized her from her powers and eventually made sure that she had the same insecurities about other Mutants as he did. Specifically, the X-Men and her mother.
Aria was deep in thought when William's voice came back to her, "I'm sorry about... whatever happened with your dad. But maybe this can be your new team? I don't know how everyone else here feels about... Well, all of this. But I'd like to think that there could be a possibility of that."
She smiled at that, albeit lightly, behind taking a sip of her now cold cappuccino. "I'm not sure how I feel about all of this, either, other that it was an inevitable occurrance. However, I agree that maybe some fresh and friendly faces will help a lot. I don't know how to be part of a team anymore, but I am looking forward to relearning."
When she looked up from her mug, the oreos were gone and his hand outstretched toward her. There was a brief moment of confusion; not emotion, but just a general confusion that followed actions coming out of nowehere. "Let me show you something." With that statement, she concluded that there must have been a sudden thought that popped into his head. She took his hand long enough to stand up and released just as he did, himself.
They took the lift to Sub-level 20, and she was very curious for the whole quiet ride down. Part of her, just a smidge felt more on the edge of waryiness, but for some reason - she felt like William was trustworthy. He hadn't done anything to earn her trust, yet she somehow knew that she didn't have to be on her toes. He just had that air about him.
Not everyone is out to get you, she had to often mentally remind herself in order to stand strong against the brainwashing of her father. Though, he might notice that she kept at least an arm's length away and perhaps even sideglanced him a couple of times. While her mind was telling itself that everything was okay, and her emotions were stable right at this moment, her body had its own battle.
The lift doors open and she slipped out of it first, per William's silent insistence. It took her a couple of seconds to register that they were inside of some sort of enhanced locker room, of which she was not unaccustomed to having been a student at Xavier's once upon a time.
Aria spared a look over her shoulder at William, and he urged her to go on, "Go ahead. Look around."
So, she did just that. It was easy for her to separate herself from conversation and wander off on her own. The first destination was for the lockers, and they had the names of former students on them. Aria was familiar with many of the names, but some were more obscure. Still, it made her feel some strange sense of loss - even though she didn't know any of them personally.
Among the names were members like Spider-Woman, the famous Black Widow, Shadowcat, and others. Some of these names were also those of former students in the Xavier Academy, only they were no longer there when Aria had been around. They did, however, leave quite an impression on the future generations of X-Men. She ran her fingers along the names of those that were not familiar, likely due to the bias between Mutant and non-Mutant heroes. These were figures like Batman, Green Lantern, and more. They were media-famous, but Aria hadn't really paid them any mind.
She moved on, traversing the room quietly; surveying it in silent comparison to her former school, Xavier's. She looked over at the interactive monitor then to the wide double-doors, the scene instantly reminding her of the holoroom training entrance of her Academy years.
"This must be a holoroom training area," she guessed as she moved to the monitor and tapped a few keys to power it on. They'd be able to train a whole range of scenarios here, and that was lowkey exciting. While she tried to keep herself from a wide giddy smile, it couldn't be helped.
As she did that, she happened to also get a good look at her watch. Her eyes went wide at the time! It was nearing eleven at night. It was no wonder that she found herself growing a little weary despite the cappuccino, which was more or less just flavored milk anyway.
She spun around on her heels to face William's general direction, "Thanks, William. I think I needed this," Aria admitted with that same light smile. "I also think my body is going to start screaming at me to go to bed soon. I'm up much later than normal." Typically, the young woman preferred the routine of being in bed at 9pm. That meant being settled on her bed with a good book and eventually falling asleep around ten. Today thwarted her body's natural circadian rhythm.
She walked past him at an obviously hasty pace and waved at him after pushing the button to the lift. "Night, Will! Maybe I will catch you at breakfast in the morning." Aria left him with a bright smile and a waving hand as the lift doors close and she was taken to her penthouse.
When she got to her room, she tossed her braided hair into a showercap, slipped out of her clothes, showered, tugged on some PJs, and was soon after snoozing away in bed as quickly as someone being physically knocked out.
Aria was deep in thought when William's voice came back to her, "I'm sorry about... whatever happened with your dad. But maybe this can be your new team? I don't know how everyone else here feels about... Well, all of this. But I'd like to think that there could be a possibility of that."
She smiled at that, albeit lightly, behind taking a sip of her now cold cappuccino. "I'm not sure how I feel about all of this, either, other that it was an inevitable occurrance. However, I agree that maybe some fresh and friendly faces will help a lot. I don't know how to be part of a team anymore, but I am looking forward to relearning."
When she looked up from her mug, the oreos were gone and his hand outstretched toward her. There was a brief moment of confusion; not emotion, but just a general confusion that followed actions coming out of nowehere. "Let me show you something." With that statement, she concluded that there must have been a sudden thought that popped into his head. She took his hand long enough to stand up and released just as he did, himself.
They took the lift to Sub-level 20, and she was very curious for the whole quiet ride down. Part of her, just a smidge felt more on the edge of waryiness, but for some reason - she felt like William was trustworthy. He hadn't done anything to earn her trust, yet she somehow knew that she didn't have to be on her toes. He just had that air about him.
Not everyone is out to get you, she had to often mentally remind herself in order to stand strong against the brainwashing of her father. Though, he might notice that she kept at least an arm's length away and perhaps even sideglanced him a couple of times. While her mind was telling itself that everything was okay, and her emotions were stable right at this moment, her body had its own battle.
The lift doors open and she slipped out of it first, per William's silent insistence. It took her a couple of seconds to register that they were inside of some sort of enhanced locker room, of which she was not unaccustomed to having been a student at Xavier's once upon a time.
Aria spared a look over her shoulder at William, and he urged her to go on, "Go ahead. Look around."
So, she did just that. It was easy for her to separate herself from conversation and wander off on her own. The first destination was for the lockers, and they had the names of former students on them. Aria was familiar with many of the names, but some were more obscure. Still, it made her feel some strange sense of loss - even though she didn't know any of them personally.
Among the names were members like Spider-Woman, the famous Black Widow, Shadowcat, and others. Some of these names were also those of former students in the Xavier Academy, only they were no longer there when Aria had been around. They did, however, leave quite an impression on the future generations of X-Men. She ran her fingers along the names of those that were not familiar, likely due to the bias between Mutant and non-Mutant heroes. These were figures like Batman, Green Lantern, and more. They were media-famous, but Aria hadn't really paid them any mind.
She moved on, traversing the room quietly; surveying it in silent comparison to her former school, Xavier's. She looked over at the interactive monitor then to the wide double-doors, the scene instantly reminding her of the holoroom training entrance of her Academy years.
"This must be a holoroom training area," she guessed as she moved to the monitor and tapped a few keys to power it on. They'd be able to train a whole range of scenarios here, and that was lowkey exciting. While she tried to keep herself from a wide giddy smile, it couldn't be helped.
As she did that, she happened to also get a good look at her watch. Her eyes went wide at the time! It was nearing eleven at night. It was no wonder that she found herself growing a little weary despite the cappuccino, which was more or less just flavored milk anyway.
She spun around on her heels to face William's general direction, "Thanks, William. I think I needed this," Aria admitted with that same light smile. "I also think my body is going to start screaming at me to go to bed soon. I'm up much later than normal." Typically, the young woman preferred the routine of being in bed at 9pm. That meant being settled on her bed with a good book and eventually falling asleep around ten. Today thwarted her body's natural circadian rhythm.
She walked past him at an obviously hasty pace and waved at him after pushing the button to the lift. "Night, Will! Maybe I will catch you at breakfast in the morning." Aria left him with a bright smile and a waving hand as the lift doors close and she was taken to her penthouse.
When she got to her room, she tossed her braided hair into a showercap, slipped out of her clothes, showered, tugged on some PJs, and was soon after snoozing away in bed as quickly as someone being physically knocked out.