[ Ororo herself tends to be seen out and about in the Up and the Down, finally managing to fall back into her old routines as her powers have been restored to her. She misses the playback of some of her own memories, but when she does notice them, she stops what she's doing to watch it all play out a couple of times. It's hard to miss her, and it's hard to misinterpret whose dreams these dreams-made-manifest are. After all, they all feature the same girl with white hair and blue eyes. ]
One jump ahead of the breadline As a streetrat, Ororo once had the cleverest hands in Cairo.[ A ghostly spectre of a girl, white hair spilling out of a headscarf, weaves her way through the hazy crowd of marketplace regulars and toruists. In her hands are a couple of wallets she'd just slipped from various backpockets, and she's counting out bills when a noise makes her startle.
A guard — but not a SIN guard — is yelling and chasing after her, so she slips through people and towards the alleys to get away. A dead end comes up ahead, and fortunately there's a ladder leaning up against the building. But instead of taking it, she veers straight for some oversized water jugs to hide inside. She only peeks back out when the guard climbs up to the roof - and she quickly knocks the ladder down before she darts away from the alley. ]
[ Visual reference: Ororo: Before the Storm #1 (2005) › 01020304! ]Life is hard. Deal with it, or don't. Marrow was young and angry and fixed live bombs to her heart to take down the sewers and subways of Manhattan.[ She was also a girl that Ororo had failed. But Ororo wasn't about to fail her and the innocent civilians above them, so when she's challenged to a one-on-one duel reminiscent of older times, Ororo takes it upon herself to settle the challenge even after Wolverine and Colossus arrive to back her up.
Marrow unsheathes two sharp-edged bones from her back, flinging them at Storm. She catches them, one in each hand, and the fight begins. At first strike, Marrow takes a chunk off of Ororo's hair - but Ororo has drawn first blood; she takes a second to lick it off her blade, and Marrow demands to know if she's trying to impress her to death. More bone-daggers fly through the air as Ororo tries - Ororo is stabbed in the side, has to use her weapons to take out a psychic lurking in the shadows.
In the end, as Marrow pulls Ororo close to kill her in the coming blast, Storm sinks her own hand into the cavity of her chest and pulls her heart out. With nothing to power the bombs, Ororo stands over Marrow's body as the timer ticks to an abrupt stop. ]
[ Visual reference: Storm vs Marrow - Uncanny X-Men #325: 01020304050607 ]A grace that makes my heart ache (3) Where Ororo grew up, the Masai tribespeople weren’t very big on waltzing...[ And for too long after joining the X-Men, it didn't seem important. But here are three flickering memories that cycle in and out of sight, of Ororo dancing.
With Remy, at a rock concert, as he cheers her up after Forge broke off an almost-engagement. Rock isn't music to waltz to, but it's the only dance this Cajun knows.
With Kurt, in the night sky, to cheer him up after a sad and difficult mission. In the air, everything is easy.
With Logan, in a tiny pub, as she tells him how he's a bad influence, and he says she's been a bad girl long before they'd ever said hi. ]
Intimacy reserved for the closest of lovers. Storm and Magneto have not come to make love; they are here to make war.[ Specifically, they wage war against a great, ape-like monster made of plastic flesh and silicon blood, one weapon among many let loose by Thanos' granduncle to lay waste on the island nation of Arakko.
Flanked by Arakki on-lookers who merely watch in shock - Ororo of the Storm strikes Magneto, once-called-Erik, with her lightning. His mutant gift attunes with hers, and though he has no currently-beating heart, he can use her life force to empower himself. The result is an explosive and blindingly bright circuit of power, the release of an intense surge that overheats molten iron to melt the monster until... nothing is left. ]
[ Ororo wishes she could say that it was nice to be back on somewhat familiar terrain. But as comforting as the Institute is, it's hard to ignore how unsettling Etraya now feels. This may not be Earth, but Ororo tries to maintain some kind of connection with the natural world around her, and upon their return, things feel... out of balance? Or at the very least, decidedly unnatural. It's not just the being watched, but even the atmosphere feels strange - and she wonders if she ought to do something about it. Should she be testing it? Testing herself?
So she can be found standing on rooftops at odd hours of the night - whether on the Institute, or other random buildings around Etraya. She isn't doing anything particularly noteworthy, simply studying the sky and the stars, peering into the distance where she knows Moorecroft must be. Other cities too, a little like theirs, housing people just like them, ]
polaroid pandemonium;
[ At Corrine's, Ororo sits at a corner table with her envelope of photos. She's unnerved at first, of course - who wouldn't be? There are a lot of moments here that she knows would have been impossible to capture on any sort of film. Some polaroids she resolutely keeps inside the envelope. But there are also some that she lays out on the table next to a cup of tea and a fruit pastry. It's either because she doesn't actually mind talking about these things, or she wants to get a closer look at them under the bright lights of the café. Some have writing, too, and that's rather... interesting. ]
Hmm. They even got the places in some of these right.
[ Like that's not invasive at all. ]
[ ooc: pick a photo, or try to sneak a peek at one she doesn't want to share! ]
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One jump ahead of the breadline
[ A ghostly spectre of a girl, white hair spilling out of a headscarf, weaves her way through the hazy crowd of marketplace regulars and toruists. In her hands are a couple of wallets she'd just slipped from various backpockets, and she's counting out bills when a noise makes her startle.As a streetrat, Ororo once had the cleverest hands in Cairo.
A guard — but not a SIN guard — is yelling and chasing after her, so she slips through people and towards the alleys to get away. A dead end comes up ahead, and fortunately there's a ladder leaning up against the building. But instead of taking it, she veers straight for some oversized water jugs to hide inside. She only peeks back out when the guard climbs up to the roof - and she quickly knocks the ladder down before she darts away from the alley. ]
[ Visual reference: Ororo: Before the Storm #1 (2005) › 01 02 03 04! ]
Life is hard. Deal with it, or don't.
[ She was also a girl that Ororo had failed. But Ororo wasn't about to fail her and the innocent civilians above them, so when she's challenged to a one-on-one duel reminiscent of older times, Ororo takes it upon herself to settle the challenge even after Wolverine and Colossus arrive to back her up.Marrow was young and angry and fixed live bombs to her heart to take down the sewers and subways of Manhattan.
Marrow unsheathes two sharp-edged bones from her back, flinging them at Storm. She catches them, one in each hand, and the fight begins. At first strike, Marrow takes a chunk off of Ororo's hair - but Ororo has drawn first blood; she takes a second to lick it off her blade, and Marrow demands to know if she's trying to impress her to death. More bone-daggers fly through the air as Ororo tries - Ororo is stabbed in the side, has to use her weapons to take out a psychic lurking in the shadows.
In the end, as Marrow pulls Ororo close to kill her in the coming blast, Storm sinks her own hand into the cavity of her chest and pulls her heart out. With nothing to power the bombs, Ororo stands over Marrow's body as the timer ticks to an abrupt stop. ]
[ Visual reference: Storm vs Marrow - Uncanny X-Men #325: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 ]
A grace that makes my heart ache (3)
[ And for too long after joining the X-Men, it didn't seem important. But here are three flickering memories that cycle in and out of sight, of Ororo dancing.Where Ororo grew up, the Masai tribespeople weren’t very big on waltzing...
Intimacy reserved for the closest of lovers.
[ Specifically, they wage war against a great, ape-like monster made of plastic flesh and silicon blood, one weapon among many let loose by Thanos' granduncle to lay waste on the island nation of Arakko.Storm and Magneto have not come to make love; they are here to make war.
Flanked by Arakki on-lookers who merely watch in shock - Ororo of the Storm strikes Magneto, once-called-Erik, with her lightning. His mutant gift attunes with hers, and though he has no currently-beating heart, he can use her life force to empower himself. The result is an explosive and blindingly bright circuit of power, the release of an intense surge that overheats molten iron to melt the monster until... nothing is left. ]
[ Visual reference: X-Men Red Vol. 2 #6 - 01 02 03 04! ]
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polaroid pandemonium;
[ ooc: pick a photo, or try to sneak a peek at one she doesn't want to share! ]