"You're awake?"
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but bạn look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire thing was singed. It's a miracle bạn didn't get fried along with it."
"The magic of modern science. Do bạn know where the x-suit is?"
Declan stared at her for a second, not saying anything. Aryess glanced over at him.
"What?" she said.
The older male pressed his lips together tightly before answering. "What the hell, Ary?"
"What do you-"
"Three days. bạn were unconscious for 72 hours. If it wasn't for that suit, bạn would have died."
"But I didn't-"
"But bạn could have!" Declan exclaimed. His sky-blue eyes hardened. "You infiltrated the Empire State Building, flew through a window that Nic, damn him, shot out just on time, knocked out eight guys and killed another five, then faced off one of the most powerful men in the entire country, maybe the world, and lost."
"I know all of this already, Declan."
"But bạn know what bugs me the most?" he didn't give her a chance to answer. "You went without any back up. Any help. bạn went without me."
"I...." Aryess tailed off, unsure of what to say.
"They were my parents, too, Ary. Daemian was my big brother, too. I have just as much of a reason to want the Magistrate brought to justice. But bạn don't see me practically committing suicide to get to him."
Aryess suddenly hugged Declan. Her sore, battered muscles protested, but she easily ignored them in exchange for the solid, protective feel of her older brother's arms around her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."
"Please be thêm careful," almost in a whisper he added, "This family can't afford to lose anyone else."
Aryess nodded before a sudden thought struck her. She pulled back and smiled the slightest bit. "Speaking of family, where is he?"
"Aunt Ary!" A little boy ran in through the open doorway, right on cue. Declan scooped the squirming four-year-old up in his arms.
"Hey, Riley," Aryess đã đưa ý kiến smiling at the blue eyed, dark haired boy who looked so much like his deceased father.
"Are bạn all better?" Riley asked. Aryess took a moment to take in the full view of the last of her family. A 21-year-old tall, strong man and a bubbly, happy-as-could-be child, and smiled.
"I'm getting there," she answered honestly.
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but bạn look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire thing was singed. It's a miracle bạn didn't get fried along with it."
"The magic of modern science. Do bạn know where the x-suit is?"
Declan stared at her for a second, not saying anything. Aryess glanced over at him.
"What?" she said.
The older male pressed his lips together tightly before answering. "What the hell, Ary?"
"What do you-"
"Three days. bạn were unconscious for 72 hours. If it wasn't for that suit, bạn would have died."
"But I didn't-"
"But bạn could have!" Declan exclaimed. His sky-blue eyes hardened. "You infiltrated the Empire State Building, flew through a window that Nic, damn him, shot out just on time, knocked out eight guys and killed another five, then faced off one of the most powerful men in the entire country, maybe the world, and lost."
"I know all of this already, Declan."
"But bạn know what bugs me the most?" he didn't give her a chance to answer. "You went without any back up. Any help. bạn went without me."
"I...." Aryess tailed off, unsure of what to say.
"They were my parents, too, Ary. Daemian was my big brother, too. I have just as much of a reason to want the Magistrate brought to justice. But bạn don't see me practically committing suicide to get to him."
Aryess suddenly hugged Declan. Her sore, battered muscles protested, but she easily ignored them in exchange for the solid, protective feel of her older brother's arms around her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."
"Please be thêm careful," almost in a whisper he added, "This family can't afford to lose anyone else."
Aryess nodded before a sudden thought struck her. She pulled back and smiled the slightest bit. "Speaking of family, where is he?"
"Aunt Ary!" A little boy ran in through the open doorway, right on cue. Declan scooped the squirming four-year-old up in his arms.
"Hey, Riley," Aryess đã đưa ý kiến smiling at the blue eyed, dark haired boy who looked so much like his deceased father.
"Are bạn all better?" Riley asked. Aryess took a moment to take in the full view of the last of her family. A 21-year-old tall, strong man and a bubbly, happy-as-could-be child, and smiled.
"I'm getting there," she answered honestly.
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.
Name:Khanna Min-ji
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change màu sắc constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good Những người bạn with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope bạn liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change màu sắc constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good Những người bạn with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope bạn liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.