"Declan, are toi ready yet?" Aryess peered into the mirror, trying to fit in the back to her silver dangly earring.
"Almost," the 21-year-old called from the other room. "Why do I have to go to this thing again?"
"Because I want to be there when Jasper makes the big announcement."
"Again, why do I have to go?" Declan walked into the foyer wearing a navy three-piece suit. His fair hair was spiked in the front casually, somehow boyishly mature.
"To montrer support for our friends!" she said. "Where's Riley?"
"Tada!" the four-year-old exclaimed as he jumped up from behind the couch. His bright-blue eyes stood out against his dark hair and black tux.
"Wow, little man," Aryess said. "You clean up nice."
"Uncle Declan used fancy gel in my hair!" Riley sad proudly.
"Cute," she commented.
"The car's here," Declan said. He was looking out the window at a black Mercedes below. Riley ran over and peaked over the window sill as if the busy rue was an exciting circus act. Declan pulled a fedora low over his eyes and picked up his nephew and strode out the door, quickly followed par his younger sister.
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"Aryess?"
The blonde turned to meet the hazy blue eyes of a tall man. He carried a ruby-studed cane in his left hand. A dark haired girl stood beside him, her elegant, satin maroon dress matching his tie.
"Jazzy! Em!" Aryess greeted, hugging them each in turn. "It's so good to see you."
They chatted easily about college, life, their families, any usual things two heros and a vigilante could talk about. The party progressed around them, associates of Kenway Industries and Friends of the family mingling and wandering the dazzling ballroom.
Aryess had spotted Bruce Wayne here, representing Wayne enterprises accompanied par Dick and Kyra. She was sure Sam Grant was somewhere in the crowd in favor of Grant Industries. Nic was undoubtely in a cercle of girls flirting with them all.
Finally an associate of the Jasper's called him away and he excused himself.
"I didn't think toi were going to come," Emily muttered to her legally sister when they were alone.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything," Aryess a dit quietly back.
"It's only been two weeks since..." she trailed off. "How's Riley?"
"Good," Ary responded, happy for the change in subject. "How's your soon-to-be-husband?"
The older woman smiled and twirled the glass of champagne between her fingers.
"Amazing," she said. They were interrupted as a girl with short, dark red hair walked quickly to their side.
"Hey, Ary," Coda greeted before turning to Emily. "Jazzy's up on stage."
"Alright," Emily gave Aryess a departing smile before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Declan stepped up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, Riley sitting atop his shoulders. The teenager looked to the raised platform where Jasper was walking up to the microphone. His parents stood to the side smiling proudly at their eldest son beside with Coda, Adam, and Emily. The complete Kenway family.
Aryess wondered in the back of her mind if this was what 'normal' was supposed to look like: elegant gowns, fine-pressed tuxes, glittering chandlers, plenty of champagne. And family.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank toi for attending tonight's event," Jasper began. All chatter was halted and attention turned respectively to the man on the staged. "I would like to present to toi my fiance, Emily Weston and my sister, Coda Kenway. My new co-partners in Kenway Industries." He had to raise his voice slightly as the crowd erupted into applause. The two a dit women walked onto the stage waving and beaming. Emily kissed Jasper on the cheek, earning them loud approving whistle from Declan.
Even Adam, the youngest of the Kenway siblings at the age 16, usually scowling in a Playboy fashion, stood straighter and smiled subtly.
Declan suddenly stiffened. The grip on Aryess's arm hardened at the same moment the girl felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. Declan slid Riley down from his shoulders and into his arms in a flash. The skylights in the ceiling suddenly shattered inward.
"Almost," the 21-year-old called from the other room. "Why do I have to go to this thing again?"
"Because I want to be there when Jasper makes the big announcement."
"Again, why do I have to go?" Declan walked into the foyer wearing a navy three-piece suit. His fair hair was spiked in the front casually, somehow boyishly mature.
"To montrer support for our friends!" she said. "Where's Riley?"
"Tada!" the four-year-old exclaimed as he jumped up from behind the couch. His bright-blue eyes stood out against his dark hair and black tux.
"Wow, little man," Aryess said. "You clean up nice."
"Uncle Declan used fancy gel in my hair!" Riley sad proudly.
"Cute," she commented.
"The car's here," Declan said. He was looking out the window at a black Mercedes below. Riley ran over and peaked over the window sill as if the busy rue was an exciting circus act. Declan pulled a fedora low over his eyes and picked up his nephew and strode out the door, quickly followed par his younger sister.
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"Aryess?"
The blonde turned to meet the hazy blue eyes of a tall man. He carried a ruby-studed cane in his left hand. A dark haired girl stood beside him, her elegant, satin maroon dress matching his tie.
"Jazzy! Em!" Aryess greeted, hugging them each in turn. "It's so good to see you."
They chatted easily about college, life, their families, any usual things two heros and a vigilante could talk about. The party progressed around them, associates of Kenway Industries and Friends of the family mingling and wandering the dazzling ballroom.
Aryess had spotted Bruce Wayne here, representing Wayne enterprises accompanied par Dick and Kyra. She was sure Sam Grant was somewhere in the crowd in favor of Grant Industries. Nic was undoubtely in a cercle of girls flirting with them all.
Finally an associate of the Jasper's called him away and he excused himself.
"I didn't think toi were going to come," Emily muttered to her legally sister when they were alone.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything," Aryess a dit quietly back.
"It's only been two weeks since..." she trailed off. "How's Riley?"
"Good," Ary responded, happy for the change in subject. "How's your soon-to-be-husband?"
The older woman smiled and twirled the glass of champagne between her fingers.
"Amazing," she said. They were interrupted as a girl with short, dark red hair walked quickly to their side.
"Hey, Ary," Coda greeted before turning to Emily. "Jazzy's up on stage."
"Alright," Emily gave Aryess a departing smile before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Declan stepped up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, Riley sitting atop his shoulders. The teenager looked to the raised platform where Jasper was walking up to the microphone. His parents stood to the side smiling proudly at their eldest son beside with Coda, Adam, and Emily. The complete Kenway family.
Aryess wondered in the back of her mind if this was what 'normal' was supposed to look like: elegant gowns, fine-pressed tuxes, glittering chandlers, plenty of champagne. And family.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank toi for attending tonight's event," Jasper began. All chatter was halted and attention turned respectively to the man on the staged. "I would like to present to toi my fiance, Emily Weston and my sister, Coda Kenway. My new co-partners in Kenway Industries." He had to raise his voice slightly as the crowd erupted into applause. The two a dit women walked onto the stage waving and beaming. Emily kissed Jasper on the cheek, earning them loud approving whistle from Declan.
Even Adam, the youngest of the Kenway siblings at the age 16, usually scowling in a Playboy fashion, stood straighter and smiled subtly.
Declan suddenly stiffened. The grip on Aryess's arm hardened at the same moment the girl felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. Declan slid Riley down from his shoulders and into his arms in a flash. The skylights in the ceiling suddenly shattered inward.
Yo! Attention all Red Revenge fans! I've got a proposition.
((It's called a contest toi idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I a dit *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask ou one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, soumettre it par November 31st in the images on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement toi have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
((It's called a contest toi idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I a dit *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask ou one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, soumettre it par November 31st in the images on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement toi have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue ou Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised par the joker and abandoned par
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!