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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2010, 03:37 AM (226 Views) | |
| Storm | Mar 11 2010, 03:37 AM Post #1 |
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Sept 27, early morning It was early. The sun had barely risen in the sky and even the birds in the trees were shaking off sleep, but Ororo Munroe had been up for what seemed like ages. It wasn't that she couldn't sleep, after going through all she had, the weather witch had learned how to push whatever disturbing thoughts threatened to invade her inner serenity out of her mind. It was her love for the Earth, her genuine enthusiasm and reluctance to miss what it had to offer that was to blame for Storm routinely being the first one up at the Institute. She walked the almost completely empty grounds. A light breeze brushed through her ivory hair and she smiled. After the horrors she had laid witness to in Latveria, the planet's continued spin was no small comfort. The trees, the wind, the sun, all of it stood as stark proof in the relilance of the world. No tyrant, no matter how twisted he could become, would ever be enough to take away from the Earth what made it special. She glanced at the burgeoning sun. It was nearly seven. She turned toward the school, making her way to the office of Scott Summers. He had requested her presence and she was more than happy to oblige. This is the way it was. Scott was a hard worker and, as such, many times while the rest of the school slept, Storm and Scott would talk. Sometimes those talks would be important. There were many things in today's global climate that required constant and watchful eyes. Many times though, they were just the ramblings of friends who knew each other well enough to be at ease with the other's presence. Today was different. Ororo was well aware of what Scott wanted to see her about this morning. She had seen it brewing up inside of him for days. So, entering the building and making two cups of coffee, one for her the other for him, she made her way into the office. She didn't bother to knock. Even without the appointment, Scott would of known it was her. "Good morning friend," she smiled and sat the cup down on his desk. "The day seems to be shaping up nicely, we have surely been blessed." She let on no knowledge of what she knew. She had no intention of making it easy for him. She would offer nothing. If he wanted the answers he would have to ask her the questions. "So, what's the topic of discussion today ?" she said, pretending she didn't know the man well enough to know the answer. |
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| Cyclops | Mar 11 2010, 04:17 AM Post #2 |
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Glancing up at the statuesque woman whose presence always held him a bit in thrall, Scott smiled and indicated a seat. Ororo had been a goddess in Africa, and though she was a good and loyal member of the school, of the X-Men, she still carried herself with a regal manner that Scott would never have attempted. He was not comfortable with her when she first arrived, because of that, because of the part of him that was still the unwanted sickly orphan with the destructive powers that made him a danger. He had never felt, back then, that he was anyone that could be a leader, be a hero, but it had been that constant trying, that constant effort he put out that had earned her respect, and it had been her need to change the world for the better that had earned his. They were friends now, though, bound by their mutually awkward and isolated upbringings, and their genuine desire to do good. Whatever there had been before this, that was all water under the bridge. And he knew that she was well aware of why he wanted to talk to her. It was something he didn't want to bring up around Jean, because, well, he knew that she'd see him as hovering, as maybe... over protective. But, Alex was his brother, his little brother, his only blood family. Scott was hard on the kid because he knew he could do more, be more, be better. If he thought his brother was a lost cause, he would just protect him from himself, and wrap him in cotton, to keep him from hurting himself. "So," he said, "Let's not bet around the bush, Ororo. You know it's not my style. How'd he do out there? I'm worried about him returning to a combat position so soon after... recovering from War. We really don't know enough about what was done to him to be able to predict how he'll handle battle at this point, and, as you saw, of course, only my brother could turn a relief mission into an assault on Castle Doom itself." |
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| Storm | Mar 12 2010, 03:39 AM Post #3 |
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Scott pulled no punches. Before Ororo had gotten in the room, he had already threw out the questions both of then knew were coming. Ororo stifled the urge to smile. Scott's inquisition could be taken to ways; as a doting and concerned brother doing his best to ease his own concerned mind, or as a world weary mutant, worried about how the actions of another mutant leader would effect the already fragile political climate. The slight personal crack in his voice was more than enough to convey his true meaning. "He was exactly how you would have hoped he would be. He acted with wisdom, selflessness, and a maturity that I honestly hadn't expected to see. You would of been proud, I have no doubt of that." She took a sip of her coffee. It was black and bitter. She had never one to indulge in unnecessary sugar or cream. "You know that my primary reason for going there was to help with the rebuilding. It's what I dedicated myself to after Apocalypse." She shuttered a bit, as the memories raged inside of her. "But I don't deny that a part of me took a special interest in keeping an eye on Alex, not because I thought he needed watching mind you, but because after all this time I consider you both my family." Ororo walked a little closer. There was tension in her stance now. She had wrestled a bit with telling Scott the next part. "Still, there was a moment Scott, as we approached the castle that I feared he would lose control. There was darkness in him that I had never seen before. I thought, for just an instant, that it might overtake him." She looked away for a second and then back to her friend. "He's a strong man Scott, stronger than I think even you know, but what happened has effected him. I thought about not telling you that, about leaving you with the pristine picture that, even with everything, your brother has earned, but in the end I couldn't bring myself to be less than completely honest with you. As I said, I consider you family." |
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| Cyclops | Mar 12 2010, 04:44 AM Post #4 |
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Listening to her report, because honestly, this is what it was, even if she had taken it upon herself to anticipate his interest, and he appreciated it. She was indeed part of his family, someone he trusted and the fact that she told him the whole truth, even the hard to hear parts, told him he was placing his trust in the right person. "Thank you, Ororo," Scott said, "I'm glad you told me that, and I'm glad you told me he fought it." He sighed, "When I saw what Alex became under Apocalypse's thrall, I felt like my heart had been ripped out," This was very personal information from Scott, he wasn't the sort to wear his emotions so close to the surface, "I didn't know if he could come back from it. He's... my brother and I love him, but part of me, in my mind, part of me thinks that he's still the four year old I had to hold as we fell through the sky. I didn't know if he was going to come out of that hell still Alex. so much was changed in him." Scott glanced at the picture on the wall, a framed and faded newspaper clipping, of the four of them as a family, announcing the accident and his parents' death. It was the only picture he had of them as children. "I'm hard on Alex, Ororo, I'm very hard on him. He's capable of so much, he's my brother, he's a Summers. I'm scared that he hides behind his temper and the tragedies of his life and uses them as an excuse to not take responsibility for his actions. I think maybe turning X-Factor into a publicity stunt for Hodge is part of that. I don't know how to trust that Alex is doing what he needs to do for the right reasons, which is hypocritical of me considering that I ask that of my team." Leaning back in his chair, Scott looked up at the ceiling and he said, "I want to be objective where it comes to Alex, to see him as Havok when he's with this team, a competent and powerful mutant. I don't know why I have such a blind spot when it comes to him. We're grown men. I have a hard time seeing him as such." |
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| Storm | Mar 15 2010, 04:53 AM Post #5 |
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Scott claimed to be hard on Alex, and he was. He was critical and pressing. Still, Scott didn't seem to realize that the person he was hardest on was himself. There seemed to be a tone of frustration and maybe even shame in the X leader's voice. It was something that the weather goddess found to be almost comically misplaced. "Scott, your concern for your brother isn't something that you need to feel should be overcome. On the contrary, you should wear it proudly. It's a sign of your heart. You're so critical of yourself, and I know that that's your way, but there's nothing wrong with checking up on those you love. It's only human, and contrary to the rumors one might hear in the hallways between classes, you Scott Summers are in fact human." There was a bit of jubilance in the tall woman's voice. To be comfortable enough with another person to share her opinions about his personal life was a privilege, one that, during certain periods of her life, Ororo doubted she would ever receive. What's more, Scott seemed to take his interest in his brother more seriously than Ororo thought necessary. There could be nothing more natural than the mutual respect and concern of a sibling. Coupling Scott's personality with the circumstances he witnissed on a daily basis made it even more clear. As protective and thorough as Scott was to everyone around him, it had always been clear to Ororo that he would be an older sibling no matter what the position of his birth. "Don't be too hard on yourself Scott. The part of you that sees Alex as a child is also the part of you that would be willing to lay down your life for him, for any of us. We are all lucky to be gifted with that part of you. I am not a therapist Scott. I can't tell you what part of your mind or your past leads you to act the way you do. All that I can say is that I'm grateful for it, and, if pressed, I'm sure Alex would tell you the same." |
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