Ororo Munroe (
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Entry tags:
- danger | n/a,
- mackenzie "kenzi" malikov | n/a,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † emma frost | white queen,
- † gilbert nightray | n/a,
- † hans | prince of the southern isles,
- † isaac clarke | n/a,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kuzan | blue pheasant,
- † laura kinney | x-23,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † scathach | the shadow,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † valeria richards | n/a
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[For long moments, Ororo simply stood outside, on House #015's lawn. She took a look around the rooms, sure, and she'd spent some time looking through the file that she'd been given earlier. But ultimately there was something about the house that unsettled her. It didn't feel very lived in, and though it was spacious enough, it felt too small. A little like the walls were closing in on her. So she'd escaped to the front yard for some air, and to gather her thoughts and consider her options.
She wasn't a stranger to being pulled into new worlds. It wasn't something that happened often, but it had happened before, so she wasn't too troubled about that. No, what did trouble her was everything that she'd left behind: the school, the students, her team, her family... For her to be pulled away from all of them, at a time like this, left her frustrated and more than a little annoyed. Outwardly she remained calm, but it was harder to keep the sky from reacting to her building temper. Lightning flashed in an otherwise clear sky, and Ororo couldn't be bothered to do more than frown idly up at the clouds. How fortunate, she thought, that she didn't have to worry about upsetting weathermen in this world.
Eventually, she finally takes action. If this were like any other time she'd visited other dimensions, it stood to reason that perhaps one or two of her teammates were around here. It was just a matter of finding them. She switches on the communicator and, after a beat of hesitation, decides on something short and to the point and, hopefully, wouldn't give too much away about her.]
Good afternoon, all. If you have heard of, or know of the X-Men, I would greatly appreciate it if you would please contact me. Thank you.
[ There. Formal, polite, and straight to the point. But... well, not very friendly. Ororo decides to tack something else on, in a much warmer tone of voice: ]
That being said... My name is Storm, and I am newly arrived. Our handlers have been kind enough to fill me in on the situation, but I must admit that it is still a bit much to take in. Would it be too much to ask for some clarification on the information that we have been spoonfed?
She wasn't a stranger to being pulled into new worlds. It wasn't something that happened often, but it had happened before, so she wasn't too troubled about that. No, what did trouble her was everything that she'd left behind: the school, the students, her team, her family... For her to be pulled away from all of them, at a time like this, left her frustrated and more than a little annoyed. Outwardly she remained calm, but it was harder to keep the sky from reacting to her building temper. Lightning flashed in an otherwise clear sky, and Ororo couldn't be bothered to do more than frown idly up at the clouds. How fortunate, she thought, that she didn't have to worry about upsetting weathermen in this world.
Eventually, she finally takes action. If this were like any other time she'd visited other dimensions, it stood to reason that perhaps one or two of her teammates were around here. It was just a matter of finding them. She switches on the communicator and, after a beat of hesitation, decides on something short and to the point and, hopefully, wouldn't give too much away about her.]
Good afternoon, all. If you have heard of, or know of the X-Men, I would greatly appreciate it if you would please contact me. Thank you.
[ There. Formal, polite, and straight to the point. But... well, not very friendly. Ororo decides to tack something else on, in a much warmer tone of voice: ]
That being said... My name is Storm, and I am newly arrived. Our handlers have been kind enough to fill me in on the situation, but I must admit that it is still a bit much to take in. Would it be too much to ask for some clarification on the information that we have been spoonfed?
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Getting to the records he assumes exist for all the imPorts wouldn't be too hard, anyway, if something tried hard enough.]
Storm, huh? That's an interesting name. [And a codename, he assumes.] I'm Isaac Clarke, no special title, and that looks like my yard.
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He opens up the feed on his end, seated in the kitchen of his shared housing, and looking at Ororo with surprise conveyed in gold eyes. He speaks with an English accent: ]
I'm sorry, did you say X-Men?
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the writers keep forgetting herbefore... before everything with Hope went down.]... Danger. [She looks at her through the screen carefully.] Hello.
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I've heard of the X-Men.
[The most mature.]
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Emma. [the tiniest of sighs.] Have you been here long?
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Hi, Your Highness.
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Who's a little behind in the timeline, apparently.]
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Valeria! Goddess, are you alright? [Concern apparently overrides the thought of correcting her. She does manage to calm her initial surprise, at least!] ... Where are you, sweetheart? Are your parents here with you?
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i'm so sorry, this tag got lost in my inbox
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I'm still having trouble understanding what others would consider the basics. [but hey, he figured out how to turn on the video on the communications device, so that's a small victory.]
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Still, she gives Hans a small smile.] That being said, who's to say that we cannot help each other?
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I think I've heard of the X-Men.
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I should hope so. Considering all that they've been up to lately, they are rather hard to miss.
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What clarification can be offered will be dependent on what is needed. If you have questions, I may have answers to offer in return, but otherwise the request may be too general to elucidate.
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But, a more specific concern I had was on this... issue of being registered as Heroes? [Ororo pauses. It troubles her a bit, wording it that way.] Have you had any experience in that?
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It'd been three days since Laura had woken up in the lab of the base, and three days since she's spent more than 15 minutes at #015. She hasn't been back since the initial drop-off, her time spent mapping the city and observing the patterns of traffic to and from the base. She's found no immediate danger or problem to solve, no proof that they truly did need help. Three days was a long time. The cage is big, almost open, but it is still there.
She doesn't know what to make of it yet. Any of it--but she decides to return to the imPort bloc and see what else she can find. What she finds is the last person she expects. Laura stops abruptly on the sidewalk in front of the lawn of #015.]
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-- Laura. [There's no hesitation, and Ororo approaches her quickly.] You're here as well? Are you alright?
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[Spider-Man's looking the worse for wear, in the literal sense. Someone expert has repaired the rips and tears in his uniform, but even on the tiny comm screen they're visible to the discerning eye. But his demeanor is cheerful enough.]
Not to be all, "Great, you've been kidnapped too!" or anything, but you're a sight for sore eyes.
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Hmm. Well, it would not be the first time I have heard that. [A brief smile, and then:] Are you alright?
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no worries!