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#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
#475D6B || Outfit || tempest
Aria had slept pretty well, all things considered. A new place normally got her all high on anxiety, but William had helped ease her into the setting. The calm and deep sleep allowed her to wake up feeling refreshed, but she is still profoundly worried about other things.
She crawled out of her bed, made it, and asked JARVIS to open the tall curtains of her penthouse to let the early morning sun flood in. She stood by one of the windows for a long time and sipped a cup of fresh black coffee. There were a lot of thoughts in her head like. Where was her mother? Was she dead? What about T'Challa? He wasn't her father, but she grew up with him in Wakanda for a few years. He's her mother's husband. What would happen to the country? Then her thoughts shifted to her father, his allies - everyone and everything she knew, to be perfectly honest. A lot of what was happening was confusing, but not unexpected.
She sighed as she tilted her head a bit to the right, and her eyes peered out into whatever was going on out there. Nothing. This early in the morning was always the quietest; even more so in a place that is nowhere like this. It was only JARVIS, when it alerted her to the training, that took her out of the spell she put herself under.
Aria finished her coffee and tossed it in the sink to be washed later. She did all the usual morning things; hygiene and other self-care. Eventually she was prancing around in just a bra and underwear, and she stared down at the small suitcase she had brought with her. She knelt down and unzipped it, flipping the topside onto the floor to reveal the few belongings she had. She had two costumes; one from her father and one given to her by someone from the X-Men. They were both her parents' more renowned outfits, only she hadn't the courage to be as bold and daring as her mother. Forge's costume was always the safer option, but after she took it off to change, her eyes kept peering over a shoulder at her mother's.
Maybe it was time to be a little daring.
She set her father's aside and pulled out the oldest of Storm's iconic outfits; a black leather one-piece with bold gold trimmings and the classic red emblem of the X-Men. There was also her headgear; an inky crown-like headband that looked like something out of the realm of an Asgardian diety or something. Then again, her mother was considered deity-like in the greatness of her omnipotent power.
When she put it on and tugged up the thigh-high boots, she came to realize that it didn't show as much skin as she really thought that it would. She's seen heroines with so much less clothing, and with the plethora of feminine personalities here, she doubts that she will be the only one.
At least, she'd be a lot more comfortable if she wasn't the only one.
She donned the black headpiece, let down her long thin braids, and decided that she was already dressed. It didn't matter that she felt somewhat uncomfortable with this revealing look, but what was done is done. The boots, to be honest, were really hard to put on anyway.
"It's fine," she told herself while looking in the tall mirror. "It's 2021 and femininity should be celebrated." Yes, that was it. While she wasn't as voluptuous as her mother had been, she was still softly feminine in cute kind of way. Sexy? Maybe a little when she actually chose to try, but she's considered a little on the dainty side. Especially for someone of her race, in which people are vasty considered to be thick with big booties - a totally sick stereotype, if you ask her.
"Heroines war stuff like this all of the time," she continued to reason with herself as she turned to look at her butt. The wing-like "cape" that was attached to the one-piece and then to the golden cuffs of her wrists hid a lot of that, so she wasn't particularly cheeky. Thank God. One last thing for Josiah to pick on.
Eventually she did leave her penthouse. Aria took the lift, and when she reached Sub-level 20, she had already grown self-conscious of her clothing. It made no sense. She crossed her hands over her stomach, allowing the wings of her mother's outfit to cover the front of the outfit so no one would notice that she was revealing quite a bit.
"Oh, man, you got one of the classic X-Men costumes!" Exclaimed one very excited Lexa Creed. Of course, she would know a lot about what the X-Men looked like considering her parentage and the familial relationship she had with Wolverine. Wolverine was like everyone's big grumpy dad - even Aria's at one point.
The woman practically bounced toward Aria and circled around her to give Storm's protege a good look. "I am so jealous, but it looks good on you. You got a nice figure!"
All of the sudden she felt a light slap on her rear!
You see, that's behavior that really comes from guys. Maybe that's just Aria steretyping gender roles, but she's never known a female to do what Lexa just did. Then again, as much as Sabretooth's spitfire daughter oozed female traits, she also had some very masculine ones. That was likely due to being raised by her father. Aria could understand that. Or maybe it's just how Lexa is.
"Oh, thanks. It was my mothers second costume," she replied while a few braids were tucked behind an ear.
Lexa could tell that the woman seemed slightly uncomfortable in it all, and she gets it. Aria seemed to enjoy the more 'cute' side of styling, so it might be odd to adorn something so sexy like one of her mother's pieces. Not to mention the fact that she is quite literally stepping and filling in some pretty pig boots. "You don't have to cover it all up! Let your inner-Storm shine, girl." Lexa tossed Aria a bright and friendly smile, then moved somewhere else to go be a bother to someone else.
Lexa, after having seen Myla and Kane come in - together again - wandered over to the blind vigilante. "You will have to accept your money because $200 is way more than I have paid for my entire closet combined." Lexa laughed softly at this, "You look like you've recovered well, so that's great!"
She turned toward Kane, placed a hand on her hip, and stood in one of those thinking poses, "I didn't think he was going to be back," she thought outloud.
She crawled out of her bed, made it, and asked JARVIS to open the tall curtains of her penthouse to let the early morning sun flood in. She stood by one of the windows for a long time and sipped a cup of fresh black coffee. There were a lot of thoughts in her head like. Where was her mother? Was she dead? What about T'Challa? He wasn't her father, but she grew up with him in Wakanda for a few years. He's her mother's husband. What would happen to the country? Then her thoughts shifted to her father, his allies - everyone and everything she knew, to be perfectly honest. A lot of what was happening was confusing, but not unexpected.
She sighed as she tilted her head a bit to the right, and her eyes peered out into whatever was going on out there. Nothing. This early in the morning was always the quietest; even more so in a place that is nowhere like this. It was only JARVIS, when it alerted her to the training, that took her out of the spell she put herself under.
Aria finished her coffee and tossed it in the sink to be washed later. She did all the usual morning things; hygiene and other self-care. Eventually she was prancing around in just a bra and underwear, and she stared down at the small suitcase she had brought with her. She knelt down and unzipped it, flipping the topside onto the floor to reveal the few belongings she had. She had two costumes; one from her father and one given to her by someone from the X-Men. They were both her parents' more renowned outfits, only she hadn't the courage to be as bold and daring as her mother. Forge's costume was always the safer option, but after she took it off to change, her eyes kept peering over a shoulder at her mother's.
Maybe it was time to be a little daring.
She set her father's aside and pulled out the oldest of Storm's iconic outfits; a black leather one-piece with bold gold trimmings and the classic red emblem of the X-Men. There was also her headgear; an inky crown-like headband that looked like something out of the realm of an Asgardian diety or something. Then again, her mother was considered deity-like in the greatness of her omnipotent power.
When she put it on and tugged up the thigh-high boots, she came to realize that it didn't show as much skin as she really thought that it would. She's seen heroines with so much less clothing, and with the plethora of feminine personalities here, she doubts that she will be the only one.
At least, she'd be a lot more comfortable if she wasn't the only one.
She donned the black headpiece, let down her long thin braids, and decided that she was already dressed. It didn't matter that she felt somewhat uncomfortable with this revealing look, but what was done is done. The boots, to be honest, were really hard to put on anyway.
"It's fine," she told herself while looking in the tall mirror. "It's 2021 and femininity should be celebrated." Yes, that was it. While she wasn't as voluptuous as her mother had been, she was still softly feminine in cute kind of way. Sexy? Maybe a little when she actually chose to try, but she's considered a little on the dainty side. Especially for someone of her race, in which people are vasty considered to be thick with big booties - a totally sick stereotype, if you ask her.
"Heroines war stuff like this all of the time," she continued to reason with herself as she turned to look at her butt. The wing-like "cape" that was attached to the one-piece and then to the golden cuffs of her wrists hid a lot of that, so she wasn't particularly cheeky. Thank God. One last thing for Josiah to pick on.
Eventually she did leave her penthouse. Aria took the lift, and when she reached Sub-level 20, she had already grown self-conscious of her clothing. It made no sense. She crossed her hands over her stomach, allowing the wings of her mother's outfit to cover the front of the outfit so no one would notice that she was revealing quite a bit.
"Oh, man, you got one of the classic X-Men costumes!" Exclaimed one very excited Lexa Creed. Of course, she would know a lot about what the X-Men looked like considering her parentage and the familial relationship she had with Wolverine. Wolverine was like everyone's big grumpy dad - even Aria's at one point.
The woman practically bounced toward Aria and circled around her to give Storm's protege a good look. "I am so jealous, but it looks good on you. You got a nice figure!"
All of the sudden she felt a light slap on her rear!
You see, that's behavior that really comes from guys. Maybe that's just Aria steretyping gender roles, but she's never known a female to do what Lexa just did. Then again, as much as Sabretooth's spitfire daughter oozed female traits, she also had some very masculine ones. That was likely due to being raised by her father. Aria could understand that. Or maybe it's just how Lexa is.
"Oh, thanks. It was my mothers second costume," she replied while a few braids were tucked behind an ear.
Lexa could tell that the woman seemed slightly uncomfortable in it all, and she gets it. Aria seemed to enjoy the more 'cute' side of styling, so it might be odd to adorn something so sexy like one of her mother's pieces. Not to mention the fact that she is quite literally stepping and filling in some pretty pig boots. "You don't have to cover it all up! Let your inner-Storm shine, girl." Lexa tossed Aria a bright and friendly smile, then moved somewhere else to go be a bother to someone else.
Lexa, after having seen Myla and Kane come in - together again - wandered over to the blind vigilante. "You will have to accept your money because $200 is way more than I have paid for my entire closet combined." Lexa laughed softly at this, "You look like you've recovered well, so that's great!"
She turned toward Kane, placed a hand on her hip, and stood in one of those thinking poses, "I didn't think he was going to be back," she thought outloud.