Ororo Munroe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2014-02-13 10:10 pm
oftheplains) wrote in maskormenace2014-02-13 10:10 pm
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
001; video
[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?
[video]
[And Tony Stark should not be permitted guardianship of a goldfish, never mind a child.]
I don't really need to be watched [YES SHE DOES] but it keeps them from trying to send me to foster care or something equally dumb.
[Pity the unsuspecting foster parents who get saddled with Valeria Richards.]
[video]
Foster care is not "dumb", Valeria. But I know it can be very difficult, and that staying with someone familiar is far easier. [Ororo smiles.] ... That being said... I know we have not known each other as long, but please. If you ever need anything, perhaps something Tony or Peter cannot assist you with, feel free to come look for me, alright?
[video]
[Val has a slight suspicion Reed was responsible for the missile strike, but she'll never say it aloud.]
The state pretty much gave up after that.
[And those are Val's thoughts on foster care.]
[video]
... Yes, well, I suppose they are not exactly equipped to cater to a case like yours. [And here Ororo could say something about how the foster care system wasn't exactly the greatest for mutant kids either, back when there were still a lot of mutant kids who needed foster care to worry about. But she didn't exactly want to bring that up with Val, of all people.] That being said, I think I would prefer staying with a familiar face than being entrusted to the foster care system as well. I'm sorry to hear it is taking so long to iron out the details. It must be very frustrating.
[video]
[But they might find out just how big an explosion someone can cause with only the things found in an elementary school classroom.]