Storm and the Blue

Summary:
November 05 2014: Storm takes a walk during a light rain and sees something unusual

New York Harbor

The New York Beach during a light rain. Not much of anyone is out at the moment.


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Mood Music:
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Ororo Munroe loves this sort of weather. Well, perhaps love is too strong a word, but a blustery day with a touch of rain certainly doesn't bother her. Perhaps it is because the wind whips oddly about her so she doesn't get the least bit wet. Or Perhaps it is because on a day like today she doesn't have to worry about keeping her emotions in check so much. Rain in summer or too much warm sunshine in the winter and people get grumpy. Late fall and early spring are therefore Storm's favourite time of year.

She walks along the harbor, her hands in her coat and a colorful silk scarf about her white hair to keep it from whipping about her face too much. She looks out onto the water, thoughtful and serene.

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Rowan is on the beach not far from the boardwalk, watching ships come and go and the light rain roll in. He doesn't mind this kind of weather either but it's mostly because he's used to being wet and being dry still feels kind of odd to him. He's bouncing ball lightning from one hand to the other idly because he can and it's safe because no one's watching him.

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As she walks along, it is the lightning she notices before the man. Not that she can see it, but she can feel it. She looks at the skies overhead, noting that she doesn't feel any sort of lightning from above. Which must mean… She starts looking around, letting her weather sense tell her where the lightning is located.

When she sees the young man juggling it like a plaything, Ororo has to smile. To have that sort of control of the elements… not even she is that proficient. She leans on the fence of the boardwalk, watching the man on the beach with his ball of lightning while a sliver of sunlight cracks through the crowds as evidence of her mood.

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Rowan hasn't seen Ororo yet. He's facing out toward the sea and when the sunlight breaks through he smiles a bit. A second ball of lightning joins the first and he juggles the two for a moment before he gets that 'I'm being watched' feeling. The muddy haired young man turns to see who it is.

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And there she is, leaning on the railing with her chin propped in one hand. There is a pleasant, if subtle, smile on her face. She nods politely when he looks to her, not wanting to yell at the distance to talk with the stranger with an affinity for lightning.

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The lightning vanishes and Rowan regards his 'admirer' for a while before turning to come over. Which he does with the sudden appearance and flutter of wings. "Hello…" His voice is quiet. He's only speaking just loud enough to be heard. "I hope I wasn't bothering you. I get distracted sometimes."

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The fact that the wings do not phase Ororo might be remarkable. She looks at them with interest, but there is no surprise or dismay. Just polite curiosity. She nods her head in greeting, her own voice quiet with confidence, as though she has no doubt in her mind that her words will be listened to and therefore doesn't need to raise her voice. "I was about to say the same. You did not have to stop on my account." The sliver of sun fades as Ororo's mood returns to its level medium.

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Rowan smiles. "Oh I was just thinking. I do that out here a lot." He looks about at the drizzle and the rain and wind. "Are you… quite all right? Most surfacers I know aren't in the er, habbit of staying out in the rain like this. They don't like getting wet, I guess."

"Oh. I'm Rowan. I'm Blue."

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There is a mirthful twinkle in Ororo's blue eyes. "Ah, but I'm not getting wet." She holds out the sleeve of her coat, still mostly dry. "I will admit to a bit of cheating. I keep a pocket of air about me when I walk in weather such as this to keep out the wet." She looks Rowan over, but there is no glimmer on her features that she is doing so for any reason other then to learn more about the man by things like his stance and clothing. "You call me a surfacer. You are of one of the underwater races then?"

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"Yes. Blue." Rowan says as he examines Storm more closely. "So you are one of the champions of the surface realm? I've met a few but before though not usually for very long." Often he's in the sea when that happens.

"What brings you out here tonight then? I've noticed surfacers prefer the beach in warmer climes." The wings begin to fold and then vanish, disappating.

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Storm makes a mental note of this Blue. It's not a term she is terribly familiar with, but as the Institute's history teacher, she probably should be. "I like to think of myself as a champion," she replies, that hint of a smile playing on her lips.

When asked why she is out, Ororo looks around at the beach. "The weather doesn't bother me and so I like to take advantage of times like this. I get time to think, to ponder. I suppose if I really didn't like the weather, I could change it, but that can have dire consequences, so I try to just let the normal weather patterns prevail whenever possible."

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Rowan nods, accepting that answer. "A weather witch then. I've known a few though… none here." Such magic was used much more profligately on Earth 81 but there was less concern for the consequences there. "Are you… er, is that what you do? I've noticed most of this place's champions do it more or less… er… what's the phrase? Part time?"

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At the moniker of weather witch, Ororo has to smile. She nods her head. "I have been called that before, as well as Windwalker or Storm, but you may call me Ororo." She looks out onto the water again, the waves choppy due to the incliment weather. "I'm actually a teacher. History mostly, though I teach languages as well when there is enough interest at the school for it. The champion life does not pay the bills so yes, part time is all many of us can afford. How about yourself? Full time or part time champion?"

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"I do not consider myself a champion at all. What would I champion after all?" The sea? The sea has its own champions. Rowan hasn't been up here long enough to really became attached to a cause… "I work for a couple of oceanographic research firms. Apparently I can swim better than most surfacers." That last is a joke. He can swim better… and longer… and deeper… he's handy for finding things.

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"Some would say that the land has more then enough champions already. When you consider that the planet is two thirds water, one would think that the seas would have twice as many champions as well." She ponders for a moment. "I'm not surprised that you swim better then us. Most of us can't breath under water."

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"Or turn into things with finned tails." Rowan winks. He's always a bit free with admitting what he can do. Unlike many he's never had a reason to hide it. "There are plenty of champions in the sea, but it's somewhat uncommon for them to be able to leave it. My people can, but don't often. There's little reason for us to. Or that used to be the case. I'm not… from here. So I cannot say for sure."

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Not from here. She's heard that phrase before. "Have you travelled through time or dimensions then?" she asks. She is about to say more when there is a soft chirping coming from her purse. She picks out what looks like a cell phone with an X on it, reads whatever was sent to her and then puts it away. "If you will excuse me? It was a pleasure to meet you, Rowan, but that part time championing work just called."


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