1963-07-16 - I Am The Storm
Summary: A mutant is about to go supernova, and the X-Men go to talk her out of it
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Theme Song: None
scott bobby warren xavier storm jubilee 


Something has been … strange, in Africa, for the last couple days. When the Professor is in Cerebro, he is drawn to Kenya, to a mutant with an unusually strong mind: but that mind has very strong walls around it. Of course, he could push… but pushing in Cerebro isn't exactly a good idea. Besides, there's no real sign of there being any danger, or any crisis, but there's… something about the mutant which is increasing in intensity. It bears watching.

That has changed. This time, when the Professor enters Cerebro, the walls of that mind are crumbling, but as they fall the intensity and urgency of the mutant is increasing dramatically, her power— and the danger to all those near her— increasing. He can touch her mind briefly through Cerebro and hear…

The storm is coming.

It's not words. Its a sensation. A falling into an endless abyss, but… a willing fall. She stands at the precipice and leans over, and allows one brick after another of her mind to crumble away and fly into the cyclone and give into the power.

She's not losing control. She's choosing to spread her arms, and let go, and allow herself to be controlled instead.

*

Deep within the Storm's mind, Xavier catches glimpses of a futureintentionsof this Goddess among men. Terrible visions that strike him with the usually unfamiliar feeling of fear. Fear, especially for those in the wake of this person who seems to be gradually losing their mind.

He yanks Cerebro from his head and the room is dark. Charles is breathing heavier than he usually does. He takes a moment to set himself before calling all available X-men to the Hangar. They must leave immediately, and even then, they may not make it in time.

*

Scott arrives from RP Nexus.

*

Scott has arrived.

*

A long bout with his company has kept Warren busy these past weeks, but he is well-rested for this. When the call comes and he senses that urgency, he responds immediately. After telling Grace, his secretary, to hold his calls, he dons the red and white, lightly-armored suit he arranged based on a Worthington Industries design. The open-face mask reveals most of his face, but he found early on that too much coverage interefered with much-needed eyesight.

Warren arrives in the hangar soon enough after the call goes out, carrying a bag with a change of clothes if needed. He strides along the floor of the hangar towards where Charles is waiting. "What's going on?" he asks him, looking with genuine concern to the Professor. "Is anyone hurt?"

*

Bobby took the time to stop by his room to grab his costume but he didn't bother putting it on, just running to the hangar in his shorts. "What's up Prof? We're going on a road trip?" Or rather, leaving on a jet plane? Which is gonna be a great song when it's written in a couple years.

*

Jubilee had just finished washing some dishes when this situation comes about. She puts on her boots and gets to the Hangar, seeing what's going on, and if there's any way she can help. Brand new graduate very eager to get out and do something. Boredom settling in? She doesn't say much upon arrival right away, instead listening.

*

Scott never really got his footing at the mansion, not properly anyways. A ghost in the hallways since finding out that his brother was one of the teachers. It happened by pure coincidence that he was here at all and quietly makes his way to the hanger wearing street clothes since he has no uniform yet.

Strolling towards the jet in a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, the ruby quarts glasses have been replaced by a bulky visor with a dial built into the right side. "Professor… One more?"

*

"Not yet," Xavier says as he looks to Warren earnestly. "A mutant of great power is struggling with her power. Should she slip past the edge the results would be catastrophic. We head to Kenya."

Xavier nods to Bobby, but assumes the young man is close enough to hear the conversation with the blonde millionaire. He gives a nod as Summers approaches. "There are extra uniforms in the plane, Scott," he adds casually and he even gives a bit of a smile to Jubilee.

It takes a bit to get the plane in the air, but once he does, the Blackbird is screaming across the Atlantic, heading south east towards Africa. Once the auto-pilot is set, he explains things to his team.

"The woman goes by many names, but I believe her original name to be Ororo Monroe. She is worshiped where she lives as a sort of deity. Benevolent, at least at first, her mind has begun to slip. I believe her to be a good soul, but I am worried for what might happen to the people who follow her, and Munroe herself."

"Her powers, from what I can tell are that she can control the weather. This may sound humorous until one considers the true ramifications. Lightning, torrential rain, freezing snow. We must be careful and act quickly."

*

Warren stops and listens carefully, his eyes tightening in a subtle squint at the corners. Xavier is regarded quietly while Warren's expression falls into a more grim frown at the news. There will be plenty of time on the flight to Kenya to discuss details. "Understood," he says and then nods to the Professor. "Sounds…bad." Great power he does not have, but he does make his way towards the Blackbird and on inside with the others. Bobby, Jubilee, and Scott are all given a nod of greeting, though he looks a bit nervous at the same time.

*

"Kenya? Be cool if we see some lions." There are lions in Kenya. "I've never been to Africa." Once in the plane and they take off, Bobby climbs into his costume. "Where's the dog with a tuning fork in his head when you want him? This is going to be a loooooong flight." And full of newbies to break in when they get there. Settling himself in, he listens to Xavier then notes "Except no one does snow like the Iceman does snow."

*

Jubilee doesn't have any sort of costume or suit. But she does have her BRAND NEW TRENCHCOAT. It's be a shame if anything happened to it, like getting it cut to shreds by a robotic monster. I mean, it's really nice looking. Taking it off on the plane though for the ride, she listens yet. "I'm a newbie but I'll stay back if it'll help. I'm just here in case I can do something good."

*

Scott is listening, but he does so while pulling one of the spare uniforms from a closet on the jet and quickly pulling it on. The hood pulls up over his head with his hair pushed back beneath it, the visor sets into place across his eyes. Sitting in one of the seats with his arms ungloved, dangling between his bent knees, "Has the power gone to her head or has she lost control? One is bad the other is a lot more so."

Greetings, Scott greets, he lifts his head in greetings to Bobby, Warren, and Jubilee.

*

Bobby's words draw Warren's attention, sitting next to the young man in the blackbird. He smiles broadly at him and nods his head, seeming to be distracted from the bout of nervous energy for the time being. "It's a fact, on both counts. One-hundred bottles of beer?" He gives him an inquisitive look before Jubilee draws a look over. "Hey, no problem. We have some time to work things out. What do you…do?" On Warren's part, it's fairly obvious what with the laarge, dove-white wings that extend from his shoulder blades.

He gives a wave to Scott then, since he's still buckled in himself. "Hey. Warren Worthington the Third. It's nice to meet you."

*

A couple miles out, the turbulence begins, and looking above…

The sky is boiling, the clouds high above swirling in eddies of black and white and blue. They twist and spin and from time to time it looks like a cyclone is going to descend, but quickly that wind gets captured in the much greater cyclone that becomes obvious as they approach Mount Kenya.

It is only as they approach the mountain and see the great eye of the cyclone that is brewing high in the atmosphere that it becomes obvious that the storm system that is being called isn't just stormy weather, its not simply torrential rain.

It's one hell of a hurricane. Yet, it seems constrained, held above, building in power and fury even as it wants to descend and let lose its fury.

The lightning strikes every so often, but always at the tip of that mountain.

As the Blackbird nears and goes into VTOL mode, a better look can be seen out the windows….

For there, above the mountain, is a woman. The lightning strikes her repeatedly, though at times the lightning seems to emerge from her to strike up into the sky and further enrage the boiling storm.

She is a vision of contrasts, as she floats there in the sky twelve feet above the ground. Her skin is dark and yet shines with every flash of lightning, and her full, thick hair the purest white. It is not blond, it is not gray, it is not platinum, it is white. The locks of her hair flow around her as if alive, caught in the wind and twisting and turning, but never wildly. No, the wind does not capture the hair, the wind and hair dance together to the tune of the mind of the storm.

She's naked save for the mist and her hair, but that's enough to keep her reasonably modest: if she had any thought to modesty, for which she has none. She doesn't sit, she floats, standing there in the air with her arms outstretched, spinning slowly in circles, her eyes glowing a bright, radiant white.

Beneath her, somehow, it is relatively peaceful. An old woman sits by a fire that hasn't been blown out, and she rocks back and forth, singing something worshipful.

*

Xavier has reconnected.

*

"I wish I knew for sure, Scott," Xavier gives a wry grin at Bobby regarding the comment about his powers, but stays mum.

Charles begins to look at his controls with a worried demeanor once they get close enough to the storm. He brings the plane downward enough to cut through the massive upheaval going on at upper layers of the atmosphere. Finally he is able to bring them to a shaky, albeit safe halt. The team departs the plane, not far from the old woman and approaches her warily. As they do, Xavier walks towards the rear, trying to reach out with his mind to find Munro and to calm her.

*

LOG NOTE: Please change Munro to Munroe.

*

As soon as the Blackbird enters VTOL mode, Warren unbuckles himself from his seat and gives his wings a quick, carefully-measured stretch. With one hand, he runs fingertips along the ceiling to help keep his balance, which he does remarkably well. He'd let Bobby have the window seat, of course, so he moves to the closest window he can without crossing the personal space of others and looks out.

A long, low whistle can be heard from the young industrialist and his eyes widen. "Right. Very uncool." Looking back towards Charles then, he takes a breath. "Am I up?" The question is asked, but then his blue eyes shift back out the window to fix on Ororo and glance at the peaceful old woman nearby. "I can try to talk to her, distract her…or whatever you need me to do."

*

Bobby's nose is pressed up against the window. "I don't know. Looks pretty cool to me. Damn impressive." Then he frowns and presses forward a fraction of an inch more as if crushing his nose will let him see better. "Is that someone sitting on the ground below her? Is she being mind controlled, Prof? I've read fairy tales like this. Some wicked witch or elf taking control of a person and making them do things. Usually to get revenge on some poor village who didn't invite them to a baby's christening or a wedding or something. I guess witches love parties."

*

As the jet looms in upon the brewing storm, Scott turns in his seat to regard the collection of bubbling clouds. "Either way, we've got a real problem." He says wistfully, glancing back at the collection of costumes in the flashing lightning strobbing in the windows. "A lot of civilians down there… she starts getting pissed and we're going to have one hell of a mess to clean up." Turning then to look at the worshipful humans bowing before their levitating god.

Pointing without looking towards Bobby, "How likely is she to get cross if we interrupt her Goddesses light show?"

*

Xavier has partially disconnected.

*

Jubilee hasn't flown in a plane since she was little, and didn't really remember how it works. So she's looking out the window herself, seeing what everything is like. Of course, she dind't fly in a VTOL scenario before and probably doesn't realize it's not normal. "I guess it won't help if I make my own light show."

*

Storm spins slowly in the air, not seeming aware of them at first. The lightning strikes her again though, but it doesn't do any harm; it simply makes her body crackle with energy. after a time once they land and begin to approach the calm beneath her storm, she speaks, but it is not a language any here know.

But the old woman does: "The Ngai will come to the earth." the old woman says with a thick british accent, voice loud as she calls over, "He who gives all and takes all away by his will. She will open the way for the god, her father. She will bring the god back to the earth again, the holy daughter will."

Even as the old lady says that, the cyclone above seems to be slowly lowering towards the ground.

*

"Let us be careful Warren. Hold here for a moment while I reach out to her. I fear she might hit any of us with a lightning bolt should we lose our care," Xavier says towards the winged mutant. His blue eyes go over toward the old woman as Bobby speaks.

Xavier closes his eyes to search more. The proximity and lack of movement, as opposed to being in the plane, allows him to focus better upon what is going on in Munroe's mind. "I seem to have been mistaken," he tells the others. "I do not believe she is losing control. I believe she is letting go. Wait, Jubilee! No!" Drawing attention to themselves now could get them all killed.

*

Warren looks raring to go as always, his impetuousness hard to rein in at times. This time, he realizes the very real danger present not to himself, but to his teammates. The winged daredevil stays his hand for the time being, but he looks ready to open the plug door and jump right out of the Blackbird. Nervous, anxious energy thrums through him and he stays quiet for a moment. "Copy that," he says finally, taking some time to think through his actions for a change.

Warren's eyes return to the window. While he can't hear the words being spoken, he does notice the lowering of the cyclone and his eyes widen in response. "I dig what you were saying about powerful, Professor. Damn."

He looks back to Bobby then and grins at the torrent of questions before settling his attention on Scott. "That definitely complicates things. Got any ideas?" With that question spoken, his attention immediately jolts to Jubilee when Xavier speaks sharply to her. "Whoah…what?"

*

"She's in control but giving into it?" Bobby clarifies. "So basically, she's getting stoned on using her power." Which can be a really good feeling and something he's done on the top of a mountain himself once in the winter when no one would notice. "We should probably land and maybe you can talk her down, Prof? I'm feeling a little vulnerable up here."

*

Jubilee snorts and smiles toward Xavier. "I'm not doing to do anything unless you guys tell me to," she insists. "I'm not going to mess with anything I don't quite understand." Where they go, she'll go. Following along, making no waves, and definitely no fireworks.

*

Scott wiggles his fingers to release nervous energy and stares at the sky slowly lowering down towards them, "Time to do something or start looking for shelter." Whatever his body language suggests about his comfort level; tense, attentive, anxious; none of that makes it into his voice. As calm as the eye of the storm above them.

His attention turns with Xavier towards Jubilee and a big gloved hand rests lightly on her shoulder, tight grin on his face beneath the white gold visor. Then around her to Xavier as they descend the ramp to the ground, "What's our play?"

*

"I am wondering the same thing," Xavier says to Scott. He exhales and tilts his head as he breathes out heavily, "I guess that is one way of putting it." Pause. "Before we go in with guns blazing, perhaps we had better talk with this woman."

Xavier does not know Swahili, so when he speaks to her, he uses his mind to translate the language into one the old woman might understand. The words come to his allies in English. "Quite the show up there," he says to her. "There looks to be a giant cyclone coming—is it safe, here?"

*

Warren looks from Bobby to Xavier, clearly wanting to hear the answer to this as well as what their next play is. For this time, Warren seems a bit more willing to follow directions from the tower, as it were. The terribly power this woman calls to bear definitely causes him pause…and rightly so. "Have to agree with Scott and Bobby there," he says regarding their previously vulnerable position.

Warren does not open the plug door to stretch his wings. As powerful as they are, the wind outside looks like it would be beyond difficult to fly in.

When the Blackbird lands and everyone steps off and onto land again, Warren still doesn't look like he's about to take off and fly ahead. Certainly he wants to, but he's not about to go without backup this time. This level of power is outside his pay grade. As they approach, he eyes Storm warily, but manages not to fidget too much. Quietly he listens to the conversation taking place, though he looks a little on edge.

*

Bobby follows the others, looking around the mountain more than the people until he eventually focuses on the woman. "She speaks English? That's kind of weird. Or are you translating for us, Prof?" Telepaths are handy. They say one inch of water equals four inches of snow. "I can make us a shelter if we need one." A big one.

*

Jubilee also follows. She's not making any decisions on her own as long as she has others around she can follow. Much safer, much more of a team play. "Since we agreed what I can do would be a bad idea, I'm gonna go ahead and not do anything until told to." she smiles, laughing high and nervous, making the idea explicit.

*

Scott nods slowly, distractedly, to Xavier while watching the sky above them slowly descend towards them. Bobby's offer for shelter is the only optomistic suggestion offered yet, "We're probably going to need it." Not that he's got any confidence lost on the Professors ability to talk the Goddess-woman off her self induced power high.

*

The old lady looks up at Xavier, and though Swahili is her language, she speaks a thickly accented british english— she learned the imperialists tongue, "That is for the Ngai to decide, british. The holy daughter will bring her father to the earth as I have taught her, and the god that made all and gave all will decide what it is he will take away again."

Above, the floating Storm turns to regard them with glowing eyes. She speaks, and the wind carries her words, and the old woman translates: "The holy daughter bids you welcome. The god will come soon and she will join him."

And Ororo closes her eyes, and reaches down within herself, relaxing, releasing more self-control and with it the iron of her will, revealing more of her mind even as she is choosing to find that deep connection to the earth she has, and she begins the process of submitting her will to the god she calls.

And the winds pick up as the storm descends slowly. Its still high in the atmosphere, but it won't be up there that long.

*

"Translating, yes, Bobby," Xavier says; his face a firm line. As he finishes conversing with the old woman "I'm afraid that the interference in her mind has been clouding mine a bit. All of the energy…" Xavier sighs, "As far as I can tell, if she fully lets go, there could be some terrible repercussions. "Jubilee and Bobby, if you could attempt to create diversions and protect Warren. I will do my best to get control of her mind. A warning; this mutant is even more powerful than we realize. She believes she is unleashing her father, a god named NGai."

A moment after giving his orders, Xavier closes his eyes once more and burrows into Storm's mind.

The pair are suddenly seated at a mountain top, the highest point of Kenya in fact, at midnight with a starless sky. Seated on some rocks Xavier nods to her. "Hello. My name is Charles Xavier."

*

At Xavier's orders for Jubilee and Bobby to protect him, he blinks once. Decidedly, he takes it in stride and just smiles. A look is given to Bobby then, keeping some levity and good spirits in the otherwise tense situation. "Bobby Drake, will you save me?" he jokes, shooting him a quick grin. He exhales a nervous chuckle, but manages to give the same mirthful look to Jubilee.

Otherwise, Warren stands by and watches Charles go into his trance-like state.

Eventually, he draws his attention from him and settles it on Scott. "Hey, do you have the local time?" he asks him, lifting one wrist in preparation to set it. "Also, I'm sorry we haven't seen each other before. What's your take on…?" As the wind whips through his wings and long blond hair, Warren gestures towards the mountaintop and Storm.

*

Bobby gives Warren and steps in front of him. "Any time you want." Which he can combine with a distraction and he ices up, a later of ice forming over him in seconds. Then the temperature starts to drop at the same time a semicircle of ice begins to form upwards from the ground, enclosing them in a U shape and roofing over into half an igloo. And it begins to snow. "Did you know that almost all of the winter deities are women? It's so not fair. I can't even pretend I'm a historical god of winter and ice. And I don't look at all like an ince giant."

*

LOG NOTE: GIVES WARREN A GRIN

*

Jubilee nods firmly to Charles before he's gone. Then looking to Warren, she winks in reply to his look. And then she gets to work. Streaming nearly invisibly from her hands are a series of energy bursts, flying out in the opposite direction as Warren goes, bursting in loud, colorful explosions filling the sky as well as they can. Making something loud and bright away from everyone else: best thing she can offer. "Look at what I'm doing. I'm not frozen anything."

*

Scott watches this all transpire from behind the ruby lense of his visor, but stays close to Jubilee and Bobby as Xavier makes good on his attempt to calm down the raging goddess above them.

*

The winds intensify around them, with some rocks and debris rising up and starting to spin around the area. The lightning no longer simply strikes Storm, sometimes it strikes nearby, as well. The old woman seems unconcerned, even as wind captures her long gray hair and when a stone hits her. She cries out, but not in pain— in glee, even. But then the old lady looks to Bobby as ice covers him, and her eyes widen, "A first son! A winter god!" she declares in her heavily accented british, and then Jubilee, "The first children of Ngai come, they come for his return?"

Ororo blinks slowly as she is just sitting there in a clear night's sky, with this british man. She frowns. Yet, inside, she can still feel the sense of her power that she's holding onto with the tips of her metaphorical fingers, "Hello, Charles Xavier. I am… I am the storm." Her english is accented, slightly british itself, "You are not the god. Who are you and what have you done to me? Where are the others? There were others. And the priestess, where is she?" She looks up to the sky, frowning.

*

"I brought you here in an attempt to speak reason with you, Storm. You see, should you let go of your power completely, it stands to reason that you will destroy many of the villagers who are here and who worship you. No, I am not a god, but I am a mutant. I am able to enter the minds of people and I come to you begging for you to keep control of yourself and to spare these people."

*

Warren blinks as Bobby ices up, having never seen this trick before. "Whoah…" he utters, looking truly astonished at the display. "Bobby, since when the hell can you do that?" No wonder Xavier asked Bobby to look after him. Right now his job is to stand there and look pretty - and pretty he does look. The stunning blond man's hair whips about him and through the feathers of his angelic wings. His eyes only barely squint against the gusts, able to withstand much higher windspeeds. Glancing to Jubilee, he raises a brow her way. "That is a hell of a distraction." He looks up towards the shouting, trying to make it out. He had thought the same, roughly, apparently. "Right?" he calls back up, but then shuts his mouth once more.

*

"Since I was fifteen." Bobby answers. "Though at first it was most snow." he admits. "I looked really dumb. Except on Halloween and then I had the best costume ever." The igloo continues to gain thickness and strength as the snow picks up. And snow in a hurricane isn't just snow but a blizzard. "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice." he recites. "Ice wins, baby." Then after a moment, he says "I don't think she's all that distracted."

*

Jubilee snorts, and continues, putting her hand out as she focuses on keeping the blasts going. Breathing slowly, deeply, she listens to the conversation, and snickers "Well it's worth a try. Every little bit might help. If mental powers and stuff are involved you never know right?" With all the cold going on, good thing she got this new, glorious trenchcoat, may it last forever.

*

"Distraction." Scott says with a leveled tone, still staring up at the sky, "I can do distraction." Hopefully. He reaches up to the dial on the side of his visor and spins it forward until the shutter is fully open releasing a solid foot long beam up into the clouds from the ruby lenses.

*

Warren shoots Bobby a fond look at his words, clearly both impressed by the display and his friend's wit. "You probably have an inkling of how many puns on 'cool' are running through my head right now," he quips back at him with a short laugh. It definitely helps to break the tension, this back and forth. "I don't think I could fly in this," he says before Bobby solidifies the igloo around them. Another low whistle escapes his lips. "Still…supremely cool. Literally." Looking to Jubes then, he widens his eyes briefly. "Mm? Yeah, true enough. This lady's about as bad as my man Bobby." When Scott fires off his laser eyes, he looks doubly amazed. "So that's what that's for…" he muses, watching.

*

"My father is coming. I can feel him. He is everything. He is who gives all things." Ororo tilts her head from the side, "A cow in the westernmost village has lost her calf; my father can take what he gives, if he so chooses." Ororo frowns, looking intently at Xavier, "In Wakanda my mentor thought me a mutant and so taught me to suppress my emotions and close my mind, but the priestess Gakuru showed me he was wrong. My blood is their blood, the blood of these people, but I am of the first children. The first children of the god are themselves gods. I am the last, though. So I must call my father and submit to his will. I am become one with Ngai and will no longer be alone."

The sky continues to boil in fury, but it stops descending. The wind whips around, capturing the old lady's hair, and she stares wild eyed at the igloo and the god-children within, and their obviously display of god powers. But since they are sealing themselves away, she says nothing else. Perhaps all this distracting is working. Then again, a lightning bolt suddenly strikes the igloo and sends a crack along it— but really, Bobby's got that covered.

*

"I do not doubt that you believe that, Ororo Munro. But you are not alone. And you are not about to see your father. Your father was a journalist. He perished in a plane accident. You were born in New York but you moved to Africa. This woman has been pushing you towards this direction, but she is confused at best and controlling you at worst. I do not want to incur your wrath, Ororo, but you are not a goddess. And to prove it to you, watch my X-men. We are like you all in our own way."

All of the members of the team will get a message into their heads, encouraging them to show the full power of their mutant abilities. Not as a weapon, but as a show for the Weather Witch.

*

Sealed away inside the igloo, Warren looks to Bobby once more and lifts his brows up. "Impressive work," he says to him. For the moment, he's just waiting to see if things don't go to hell in a handbasket. The silent conversation between Xavier and Ororo is not someting he's privy to, but he does look curiously at the Professor. For the most part, he is entirely quiet so that Bobby and the others can concentrate.

*

Once the others are sheltered, Bobby steps out of the igloo, not in the least bothered by the cold. Looking around, he turns toward the old woman then walks over into the eye where it's at least not blowing everything around. "I'm not a god, you know. I'm just a mutant."

*

Jubilee doesn't do any talking. Keeping her coat on, she amps up her firepower. Again not as a weapon, as she was instructed, but just to be more interesting looking. Larger, louder, the pops become booms for a while. At least until she gets tired, and then she slumps down to sit, with a heavy sigh. hopefully her meager role in this ends up valuable, because that was tiring.

*

Jubilee leaves, heading towards RP Nexus [O].

*

Jubilee has left.

*

For a long moment, Ororo watches the display of power, and listens to Xavier's words. She considers. Dark, dark thoughts enter her mind, old terrors: glimpses of a fathre and a mother she doesn't remember. But she sweeps that away before those emotions break the last of her will. She frowns at Charles. "I have made a mistake." And she closes her eyes, and concentrates.

It takes a long time for her to build up her will again, those walls in her mind that make it like iron, after grinding them down to nothing. Those walls are enough to block out most telepaths— but not Charles. Still, even when her will is fully in place, she turns her concentration upon the sky. She doesn't stop flying, floating there: for her that is as natural as breathing. But she struggles. She pushes the storm up into the sky, and away, and then begins dispersing its energy away.

By the end of it, she opens her eyes and finds herself settling down on the ground, swaying, and then collapsing. Unconscious.

The old woman is shrill, shaking her finger around, "You have chased away the god!" And then, she lifts up her walking stick, spits, and starts stomping away.

*

"If only it were that easy." Bobby murmurs.

*

"Warren!" Xavier exclaims. "Catch her!" The Professor is out of his trance fully, now, but the falling Storm could get messy.

*

The command from Xavier and the woozy state of Ororo when she begins to collapse have Warren immediately springing into action. While he's certainly not the most powerful of them, his speed and reaction time are remarkable. With a sudden gust from the flap of his wings, he jets forward to catch Ororo before she feints. "On it!" he calls out. Those large, powerful wings whoop into the air and carry him forward at a low altitude…still surprisingly quickly. Although she might not be in the most terrible danger from a fall, he still manages to catch her before she sets down on the ground. Cradling the woman in his arms, he helps settle her to the ground. "Does anyone know first aid?" he calls out to the others.

*

It's just like Warren, really. Let everybody else work and then show up to save the girl and look fantastic doing it.

*

Once the storm dies, so too does the snow and though it's not instant, it's difficult for temperatures low enough to cause snow to remain in Kenya in summer even on top of a mountain. The igloo just disappears as allt he ice sublimates into water vapor once Bobby decides it's outlived its purpose. "We've all had the basics." he says, moving over to kneel next to her and check her pulse. Naked? Check. Big deal.

*

Storm is catched, and while Bobby goes over to do some basic first aid, he finds her pulse is weak but stable. She's clammy and cool, but there's no immediate danger. She should probably be wrapped in something and put in a corner and then checked out more when they get back.

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