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[ To say that it is taking some effort to adjust to the new reality Ororo has suddenly found herself in would be quite an understatement, but she still manages to look perfectly calm and composed as she offers the network a polite smile.
Would she like to maybe have herself a minor little breakdown? Sure. But she has absolutely no idea what sort of consequences that might have considering the quite substantial storm that is already going on outside the Ingress Complex, and there really just isn't time to fall apart right now. Maybe at some later point she can allow herself to fully absorb the shock of what has happened, but for now she has to keep moving forward. ]
Hello. My name is Ororo Munroe, and I'm a relatively new arrival here. Where I'm from I'm a teacher, mostly ancient history which isn't really going to be too useful around here unless some of you are dying to know about the Roman Empire, even if that was never a thing on your planet or in your timeline.
What I also am, is a mutant, which in my case means I have the ability to control the weather. I can survive in just about any climate, and I can get all sorts of information about what is going on in the environment around me because I am basically wired into it, which is a gross oversimplification but you didn't come here for a lecture.
[ Damn, but it feels pretty good to not hide what she can do. Screw anonymity, she's nowhere near Earth and its mutant registration act, and she is going to be completely and unashamedly herself. ]
I'm mentioning these things because I'm going to be needing a job pretty soon, so I figured I should put myself out there. Thank you for listening.
[ Her expression shifts into something a bit more amused, and at the same time sort of sad. ]
Oh, and if you have any good hangover remedies? Feel free to share them.
[ She's asking for a friend.
No, seriously, she is. ]
Would she like to maybe have herself a minor little breakdown? Sure. But she has absolutely no idea what sort of consequences that might have considering the quite substantial storm that is already going on outside the Ingress Complex, and there really just isn't time to fall apart right now. Maybe at some later point she can allow herself to fully absorb the shock of what has happened, but for now she has to keep moving forward. ]
Hello. My name is Ororo Munroe, and I'm a relatively new arrival here. Where I'm from I'm a teacher, mostly ancient history which isn't really going to be too useful around here unless some of you are dying to know about the Roman Empire, even if that was never a thing on your planet or in your timeline.
What I also am, is a mutant, which in my case means I have the ability to control the weather. I can survive in just about any climate, and I can get all sorts of information about what is going on in the environment around me because I am basically wired into it, which is a gross oversimplification but you didn't come here for a lecture.
[ Damn, but it feels pretty good to not hide what she can do. Screw anonymity, she's nowhere near Earth and its mutant registration act, and she is going to be completely and unashamedly herself. ]
I'm mentioning these things because I'm going to be needing a job pretty soon, so I figured I should put myself out there. Thank you for listening.
[ Her expression shifts into something a bit more amused, and at the same time sort of sad. ]
Oh, and if you have any good hangover remedies? Feel free to share them.
[ She's asking for a friend.
No, seriously, she is. ]
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Now there's a headache if she ever heard of one. ]
He's still here. Well, a version of him.
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He scrambles to grab up the TAB, clutching it tight in both hands, his eyes looking almost frantic.]
What version? Do you know him? Where is he? [Time for twenty questions, 'Ro.]
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He's from over twenty years further into the future than I am.
[ A future where she is dead, which is definitely an item on the list of things she doesn't really feel like mentioning right now. ]
And he's right here.
[ The view shifts as Storm moves the TAB to show Kurt a shot of Logan's head in her lap. ]
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[That's ... so far into the future, despite him not knowing what timeline Storm's from exactly. She's older than him, so he can assume that it's much further along.
He waits patiently as she adjusts the TAB, iridescent eyes narrowing then widening once Logan's face comes into view.]
H-Hey, I met him! At the Complex, he ...
[Wouldn't say anything to him? Thought it was a joke? Ran away?
Kurt can't bring himself to say any of that. Instead, he stares at the screen, chewing the inside of his cheek in distress.]
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[ She's making what you might want to call a qualified guess. ]
Yeah, he does that.
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Then, he clears his throat and huffs, arms moving to tuck loosely across his chest.]
Is he the one with the hangover?
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Yes, he is. Do me a favor and cut him some slack? He's been through a lot.
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... ja, okay. Only because you asked so nicely, miss Ororo. [This is emphasized by a brisk flash of fangs, his arms lowering so he can tuck his hands behind his back.
Come on, 'Ro. Someone so beautiful shouldn't be upset, riiight?]
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Always such a gentleman.
[ She's missed you, Kurt, she really has. ]
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The time with Apocalypse definitely doesn't count in her case.]Oh, uh, I ... I try?
[He missed you, too, but why must you make him blush???]