Storm

X-Tinction. Read: tl.gd/n_1snrp47

Ghost Lesson. Read: tl.gd/n_1sot5tf

"I'll sever the heavens, and let the storm fall onto my enemies." — Ororo Munroe.

"...is good enough to take me out of seclusion."

"The Life of Pablo..."

+ will make it back to his people.

+ held that letter tight like it was embracing what Ororo has close to her heart. To Ororo, she has the fullest belief that T'Challa +

+ grateful for T'Challa writing this letter himself and delivering it before he left. The paper crunched up a little when Storm +

+ followed, and Ororo began to wipe away the traces of being shattered. But, Storm was proud of Black Panther seizing action. She was +

+ do it; that was present. To handle losing someone she loved deeply forever? A tear ran over the skin of her cheek. Then another +

+ the sake of his people, knowing the possibility he might not come back alive. She cannot stop this. Understanding why he needs to +

+ she could do... how to react. T'Challa sent her a note, that expressed his guilt. He informed Ororo that he's walking into danger for +

+ of time, which felt longer than the reality. In the next half hour, Ororo spent every minute, re-reading. Trying to define what +

+ in cursive. This distinct handwriting... it was signature to @TheWakandanKing. That realization put Ororo frozen for a good amount +

+ of examining the outside. By the action of that, the backside of the envelope fell on the table, showing Ororo Munroe's name written +

+ an envelope, left in the center on it's surface. "What's this?" Ororo picked up the folded paper, vouching to open it up instead +

+ to see out the window for any sign of X-Men. None in sight. She passed a sigh on turning around to sit in the leather chair, +

+ them when they reached back. There wasn't a need to shut the office door once she got inside, taking a slow walk around the desk +

+ heard. What composed of the X-Men and the rescued have all been deployed on missions. Storm was waiting here, to regroup and debrief +

Ororo headed into to the direction of her office. The X-Mansion was now, quiet. Only the echoes produced from Storm's feet could be +