feel the rain on your skin
. mutant . teacher . goddess .
S T O R M
((rp blog for Storm of X-Men Evolution))
((graphics posted here aren't usually mine!))
“Ororo, huh? Odd name for an odd person.” Morgan grinned to discover that the woman was a teacher at the Institute. And alternative to breaking in was beginning to form in her mind, that maybe Vivian Morgan could arrange to attend as a student. That would easily allow her closer access to the Cerebro machine, a chance to see if it could truly act as a power amplifier.
“Suspicious? Oh, right, I remember hearing about some of the crap that’s happened to you all. My apologies then, for dropping by at such a strange hour. It’s just…the city is so noisy, even at night, and getting out this far was the only way to evade it, if that makes sense.” Morgan gave a sheepish grin, her mind already continuing to plot ways to gain entry to the Xavier Institute. She dropped her hands to her side, giving the impression that she was less hostile and more open now that the woman had been introduced.
“No, I completely understand,” Ororo smiled faintly in understanding. “I’ve lived in the heart of the city myself, it does not quite compare to the relative peace and quiet we have here in the mansion.” She spoke truthfully, but couldn’t quite shake off the slight suspicion of catching someone lurking at the Institute perimeter this late at night.
“That being said, what brings you to our walls this evening? You must forgive me for saying so, but it’s not as if the public sees us as particularly, ah, inviting company to say the least.” Ororo had to wonder if this young woman was a mutant herself, perhaps simply seeking refuge of some sort?
And I’ll think of this:
And I’ll feel upset, because this is possibly the breaking up of their friendship. (But not wholly, because they love each other too much for that).
But I’ll get over it in a little while and carry on.
And then it’ll hit me.
Logan didn’t ask Ororo to join the School.
Because of this conversation, he assumed that anything to do with him would garner a ‘no’ from Ororo, so he didn’t ask her to join the school.
And Kitty thinks that Ororo just left them to it.
But:
They don’t know.
They don’t know that Ororo was packing to join them even after all was said with Logan and her.
Kitty and Logan don’t know that Ororo was packing to join their school and leave Scott to it.
They don’t know the only reason she stayed was to be the Moral Compass for Scott and after some heartfelt pleading from him she relented.
They don’t know she didn’t just leave them to it.
Logan thinks their friendship is dead and Kitty thinks her Mother-Figure doesn’t give a crap.
The woman who approached her was odd to say the least, and somewhat familiar too. Morgan couldn’t quite place how or where she had seen the woman before, but it would surely come to her in time. The woman was dark-skinned, tall, and had shockingly white hair that fell to her waist at least. And yet, despite the hair colouring, the woman looked younger than would be expected. Morgan was intrigued, especially if the woman was part of the Institute.
“Lost? No, I was just walking. Needed to get a better grip on my thoughts,” Vivian replied. “I’ve always had a better time thinking when I’m outside, with Gaia surrounding me. And you are…?” Vivian crossed her arms in front of her, already disliking the woman’s way of talking to her as if she were some stupid child.
How strange. The mansion was quite a distance from Baville city proper, it was odd and a little suspicious for anyone to wander this far out (and near the by-now well known Xavier Institute for Mutants.) She wasn’t sure she believed her wholly just yet, but she didn’t want to be needlessly hostile, either.
The way the young woman folded her arms was very much the picture of disgruntled teenager to Ororo, an image she was all too familiar with. She hid an amused smile. “My name is Ororo. One of the Institute’s instructors,” she said, taking another step closer. “And while I completely understand the concept of a clearer mind to think with when outdoors,” - the teen’s use of Gaia hadn’t escaped Ororo - “You must forgive me for being more than a little suspicious. We haven’t had the best history with unannounced visitors, you see.”
Other versions of Storm
((YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME STORM WAS WONDER WOMAN AND BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF POSIDEON RIGHT?)) ((AND THAT OTHER TIME LOKI MARRIED HER KIND OF AND SHE WAS NEARLY QUEEN OF ASGARD.))((AND THAT OTHER TIME DRACULA WANTED TO MAKE HER HIS QUEEN SO HE KIND OF MARRIED HER SORT OF BUT SHE THREATENED TO KILL HIM.)) ((AND HE FLEW AWAY BECAUSE HE RESPECTED HER POWER AND MIND.))
Brandon’s head snapped up and he found himself staring up at an imposing sort of woman with stark white hair contrasting with her dark skin; she practically radiated dominant energy beneath that kind smile. More than that, he could feel a similar crackling in the air that he felt when he was nervous. As he stood, slowly, and extended his hand, the woman’s identity (as per the media) finally clicked in.
Storm.
Okay, so that was pretty cool.
“Brandon Sharpe, m’am,” he said, plastering his best ‘smile pretty for the cameras’ smile on his face. “It’s good to know my mother had enough forethought to let you know I was coming, ‘cause god knows I can’t count on her for anything else.”
Ororo raised an eyebrow at his words. Though said with a measure of humor, she couldn’t help the tiny feeling of suspicion. She’d seen too many teenagers cast out by their own parents because of the mutant gene.
Still, she didn’t want to pry right away. She chuckled lightly, deciding to play along. “Of course. It was the least she could do, I imagine, after sending you to live with us for an indefinite amount of time.”
She offered him a hand - to help him stand, for him to shake, to help him with his belongings - whatever he decided to take it as. “My name is Ororo Munroe, by the by. I am one of the instructors here at the Institute. We’re glad to have you here, Brandon.”
Morgan started as a woman’s voice called out. She’d been trying to think of a way into the school that didn’t involve going over the barbed fence when the voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Oh…um….sorry. Didn’t know anyone else was out here, to be honest.” Morgan let her discomfort show, trying her hardest to act like the teenager she appeared to be - with the world having grown so strange, it was harder to figure out who was friend or foe. The other person was hard to make out from a distance, but le Fay would be damned before she moved any closer to an unknown person with her power crippled as it was.
The voice sounded plaintive and young, so Ororo took a cautious step forward. A cloud passed overhead, allowing the moonlight to shine a little brighter and Ororo to get a clearer look.
She was young - well, young-looking - and looked a little out of place. Not an uncommon sight to see on teenagers at the Institute, really. Ororo stretched out a hand - a universal sign for the teenager to be calm, there’s nothing to be afraid of, here.
“It’s all right. Not many would be awake at this time of the night, really.” Storm smiled gently. “Are you lost, child?”
(to Logan) “I’m a weather witch, not a snow plow! I’m doing the best I can.”
I know there’s an intercom in the Danger Room. And everything else is scattered about and easy to find.
By all means, you are very welcome to stage an impromptu concert. But keep in mind that this is a school and we have certain rules that you would do well to remember.
And also, Kitty - you know better than to rig the Danger Room without permission.
I know, but I’m so bored!
I can see that. Is it really that hard to amuse yourself within the limits of the school’s rules, regulations and curfew?
What do you have in mind?
See, this girl knows how to have fun. Where’s the intercom system for this place, I’m gonna rig it up concert-style. After that, we’re gonna need a garden hose, a drill, garden spotlights, and a few sheets of transparent colored plastic. This place is a school, even colored binder dividers will work.
I know there’s an intercom in the Danger Room. And everything else is scattered about and easy to find.
By all means, you are very welcome to stage an impromptu concert. But keep in mind that this is a school and we have certain rules that you would do well to remember.
And also, Kitty - you know better than to rig the Danger Room without permission.
Character —-> Ororo Munroe || Storm
Kurt nodded and wondered what it was like to be able to fly. He could only get from one place to another and it could not be the same as being able to soar through the sky under one’s own power. In a way, he was jealous of her abilities. His were cool and all but who didn’t dream of flying at least once in their lives?
“There are too many people and it is always crowded.” Kurt shrugged and messed with the seat belt. At the mention of friends, his face brightened. “Yes! I will be able to see Kitty und Sam und the rest!” He practically vibrated with nervous energy. “But first we stop for burgers!”
Ororo couldn’t help her quiet laughter at his enthusiasm. Trust Kurt to have his priorities so in order. “Yes, yes, I haven’t forgotten. Did you have a specific place in mind, or would you like me to decide?” Of course, if he left her to choose, she may just end up choosing a place that had soy burgers and salads on the menu… She smiled to herself as she settled into smoothly moving traffic of the highway.
(Source: windriding)
