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Who: Ororo Munroe (Storm)

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What: catch-all for settling in before timetravel shenanigans
When: (early) September
Where: Little Love, Exelsior, others
Content Warnings: n/a

Little Love

Little Love is easy to come back to. The creatures from the previous, repetitive September 1sts are... nostalgic. Some of her earliest days with the X-Men had involved jaunts to the Savage Land, and this was very reminiscent of that.

While Ororo isn't exactly interested in bounties, she can't turn down help when it is asked. So she finds herself in the air, safe distances away from the bigger beasts and scooping them up into precisely-fashioned cyclones, spinning just fast enough to contain and disorient them. Easily done, considering how many times she'd had to do this to the same, or similar beasts before.

She looks to the nearest person assisting her with the job. "Where is the nearest holding station?"

Exelsior

Ororo is drawn to Exelsior, mostly because it seems that most of the younger mutants from her world are here. She makes her rounds, takes peeks at the homes they've made, makes sure they're eating things that aren't junkfood, and then explores the rest of the city.

Gabby and Julian had managed to create a little park for the friendlier beasts they rounded up at Little Love, so she comes to visit them on a weekend. Honestly, she can't believe they've really done this, and spends more time than she ought to just going around what they've managed to do. By the afternoon she'd flown with a perfectly docile pterodactyl and then had a sleeping sabretooth puma in her lap.

Of course, there's also the matter of the recurring power outages. While she's there, she offers what help she can - being a literal light in the darkness, kickstarting generators whenever they're needed, keeping freezers cold with sheets of ice and snow.

Then the total blackout happens, and she's flying off to the power grid to investigate. There must be something she can do. She's hard to miss - hair and body glowing with crackling lighting as she streaks across the sky.

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"I'm not sure a herd of dog-sized horses are really going to be much for draft-work," he says, but it's an amusing image. "Well, I guess they could learn to pull sleds or something, but they're more tropically inclined if what I've read is any clue.

Bart turns at the warning, and a quick signal sends a couple dupes blurring out to either side to check for flankers. "You want left or right?"

She was already headed left, as they were farther out and thus safer to sweep up with a gale of wind, but she calls it out anyway. "Take the right, please."

And as long as the wind stretches out ahead of her, she lets it carry her voice to him as it arcs around. "Where did you find out they were tropically inclined?"

And would it help if she used that knowledge to her advantage? The air she generates drops in temperature. Nothing that freezes, yet, but it's certainly on its way there.

He took his one, running and dodging around the predator fast enough that a vortex soon lifted it off its feet. It wasn't hard, but keeping it where he wanted was harder. He could do vortex manipulation, but not the fine changes in air oressure and temperature the woman was showing.

"I read a lot, and I remember everything. Scientists love extrapolating about past climates, especially with the damage we've done to ours."

Containment worked just as well, since it kept them from getting to the nearby farmlands. It's her own
frigid winds would do more harm than good, though, so she works her own vortices meticulously. She floats in place as she catches hers, stretching the cyclone into something long and cylindrical across the plain and towards a holding pen.

Her bounty drops with a bit more force than she intends, because she looks over to him in pleasant surprise. "While I'm sure you never thought you'd need that knowledge while capturing prehistoric animals - is that something you are interested in? Climate, and how it has changed over time?"

Even if it's not, it's still rare to hear someone acknowledge it at all. Her attention shifts to him more fully.

Bart considers that. He doesn't often discriminate that much in his reading material, and scientific journals are a great way to get lost because sometimes you have to track down a copy of a paper to understand the one you're currently reading.

"It's...interesting. And the physics of weather is just plain mind-boggling. Besides, you never know exactly what kind of knowledge might come in handy when it comes to superpowered disasters," Bart said, trying not to sound completely noncommittal on the subject. "I mostly read because I have a lot of time on my hands if there's no speed limits involved."

The physics of weather was complex - but understanding it had always come easy to her. It wasn't something she could really translate - and if she could, it wouldn't be what he'd read in books. But she nods anyway.

"Knowledge of it comes in handy for natural disasters as well." She tries to help gentle those, whenever she has the time for it.

"Although, if your superspeed is your gift-- your kind do always seem to need something new to learn or do. You must know a little of almost everything?"

"More birthright than gift. And it's...complicated. Learning to do things at an appropriate speed is always helpful, but it's also easy to lose track if you don't have a reason not to speed. I guess it's like reminding a Super to keep their feet on the ground. Some things are just more natural," Bart says, taking a moment to observe the pack of predators herded into their own spot.

"It's never as easy as all that. I may know a lot, but that means I have to think about specific things very carefully to bring out the right memories. Like if it's not something I use a lot, I may have to mentally reread the entire book to find one little detail."

If there's anything that resonated with Ororo, it was definitely the matter of birthright. Her own powers and background were definitely rooted in that, no matter what science and genetics called it. Everything that came after - all the titles and responsibilities - had come because she's always tried to use what she could do for good. For others. For the people who were at a disadvantage.

"But mentally re-reading must come easy to you as well? Quickly, that is, given your powers..." She assumed his quickness carried over to his thought processes, too.

"Ah. But forgive my questioning; I've known others with powers similiar to yours, but we had never sat down to speak of it so candidly." She smiles a little, apologetically. "And for asking all that without even introducing myself. My name is Ororo."

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this is because I read dog-sized horses as horse-sized dogs somehow

Sadly, even dire wolves didn't get THAT big

polarbear dogs do though!!

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