"Declan, are Ты 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 Показать 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 улица, уличный 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 by 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 Друзья of the family mingling and wandering the dazzling ballroom.
Aryess had spotted Bruce Wayne here, representing Wayne enterprises accompanied by Dick and Kyra. She was sure Sam Grant was somewhere in the crowd in favor of Grant Industries. Nic was undoubtely in a круг of girls flirting with them all.
Finally an associate of the Jasper's called him away and he excused himself.
"I didn't think Ты were going to come," Emily muttered to her legally sister when they were alone.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything," Aryess сказал(-а) 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 Ты 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 Ты 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 сказал(-а) 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 Показать 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 улица, уличный 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 by 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 Друзья of the family mingling and wandering the dazzling ballroom.
Aryess had spotted Bruce Wayne here, representing Wayne enterprises accompanied by Dick and Kyra. She was sure Sam Grant was somewhere in the crowd in favor of Grant Industries. Nic was undoubtely in a круг of girls flirting with them all.
Finally an associate of the Jasper's called him away and he excused himself.
"I didn't think Ты were going to come," Emily muttered to her legally sister when they were alone.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything," Aryess сказал(-а) 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 Ты 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 Ты 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 сказал(-а) 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.
Riley Weston
Coda Kenway
Adam Kenway
Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself или confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white плащ and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained еще powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope Ты enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white плащ and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained еще powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope Ты enjoyed
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