The Old Wolf and the Weather Witch

Summary:
December 11 2014: Storm detects a change in the winds

New York National Park

An lakeshore in a national park. All but deserted


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The winds here in North New York are out of whack. Storm can tell. Not horribly so, but there is something… wait there. A gust of hurricane force winds at ground level near the lake!

Fenris hates C'thonic beings. With a passion. Fortunately this little incursion is just about cleaned up. He's got blade in hand, stained with black blood and is right in the process of hurling an Elder Horror back into the dimensional rift from which it came. After which he's going to have very sharp words with the one or two summoners that may have possibly survived their ritual…. when he tracks them town.

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Storm took a fly out when she felt the disturbance in the winds of the area to investigate. Another weather witch, perhaps? She sees the tentacles retreating into the vortex of another world. Landing behind Fenris, she aids him by directing the winds with more focus and purpose. A crack of lightning called down to shock the tentacles that are trying vainly to hold on helps get the job done.

With the vortex closed, Storm is looking at Fenris' back. "Considering it looked like you were trying to banish it, might I assume that you were not the one that summoned it?"

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Jeremiah Wolfson, also known as the Fenris Wolf, turns at the the lightining. He hadn't heard or scented anyone approach. His eyes quirk as the rift seals itself shut under his magic. "Rather not." He rumbles, with that vaguely predatory vibe he always puts off. "I don't often get assistance either. My thanks."

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"I could tell it was not of this world. While aliens are not always a bad thing, I doubt that that being had good intentions. Besides, with the wind you were calling to banish it, you were changing the likelihood of the snow storm that is going to be happening in Vermont tomorrow." Dressed in her X uniform, the white haired black woman cuts a striking figure. "You are most welcome."

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Fenris chuckles and regards Storm curiously. He's not had dealings with more than a couple of the X-Men before and they were never in uniform so he's not aware of the name of the group other than from old news items when the Brotherhood and the X-Men were warring. "This is ordinarily the part where I introduce myself as a park ranger." He says with a slight smirk. "I don't suppose that'll work here, will it?"

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Storm manages a small smile, just enough of one to show her appreciation for the joke without seeming too cold, but not enough of a smile to change the weather accidentally. "You very well could be a parks ranger. We all have our day jobs. I myself am a history teacher. If you do not wish to tell me, you are not obligated to do so. I understand the wish for and need for privacy."

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The Old Wolf shrugs and smiles. "Well I am a park ranger, as it happens. But, as you have no doubt deduced, not only that." Fenris doesn't give his right name out to just anyone. In fact he rarely does, but he doesn't live in the same terror of it being discovered that some do. And he's been getting more recognition than usual of late. "I am the Fenris Wolf." Now it's time to see A) IF she beleives him and B) If she's going to try to zap him.

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When one deals with mutants and aliens and other craziness on a daily basis, belief is rarely an issue. The subtle smile on Storm's face fades and the clouds overhead begin to rumble with thunder, her eyes going white. "I see. And what business do you have here? Is Ragnarok approaching?"

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"Not yet." Fenris murmurs looking back to where the portal to the netherworld has vanished. "Though not for lack of trying on the part of some." He glances back and chuckles, shaking his head. That's a common reaction to those who don't instantly disbelieve. "Relax. I've been here for two thousand years and haven't ended the world yet."

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As Storm's eyes shift to blue, the thunder overhead starts to settle. "Two thousand years? Interesting. I must admit that the teacher in me wants to take you out for coffee and scour you for all the things you know, both of the history of your mythos as well as all the things you must have seen over the years."

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Fenris smiles. "Look up Jeremiah Wolfson. I live in the Bronx. And I'd be happy to just chat with someone who has an interest in such things." The Old Wolf turns and tears a Way open, pausing halfway. "I don't think I caught what I should call you."


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