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*This chappie: The Institute and Morigan meets Storm.
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Morigan pulled her blackbird feather cloak tighter around her against the cold rain. It had been two weeks since she and Mystique had parted, and Morigan had traveled the long distance to Westchester by foot, not daring to shapeshift and walking through the woods, avoiding roads and towns. Unfortunately, there wasn't much by way of food on her route, and she hadn't eaten in a week and a half, except for some sour berries that made her sick.
A large gated place loomed before her. Climbing over the gate, she walked up to the front door of the largest building and knocked on the door.
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Ororo Monroe, also known as Storm, was in the library, reading. She couldn't get to sleep, for some reason. When she heard the knocks on the door, she wondered who it was. Who could be arriving at this hour?
She walked to the door and opened it to reveal a tall, malnourished- looking young girl with long, matted black hair and dark eyes that held a hunted look. She only clothing was a simple deerskin tunic and skirt with moccasins, and a black feather cloak.
"Is this the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters?" The girl asked politely. "I was told this was a safe place for, for people that are different."
"This is as safe a place as any," Storm replied. "Come inside."
The girl followed silently. "Where are you taking me?" she finally asked.
"To Professor Xavier, who runs the school," Storm said.
"Oh. I'm Morigan, by the way."
"Ororo. You can call me Storm, though."
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When they reached the professor's study, Storm knocked on the door lightly.
"Come in," a voice answered. They walked in, and Morigan saw a man in a wheelchair with a book in one hand. 'Your flight is over, young one,' his voice said in her head, startling her. 'You are safe here.'
Storm left, leaving Morigan alone with the professor. "Hello, Morigan," he said.
"How did you know my name?" Morigan asked.
"My mutation. It allows me to read people's minds and control people's actions," the professor said calmly. "Yours, on the other hand, is very unique, even for a mutant. You don't even know the full extent of your powers, do you?"
Morigan shook her head no. "There's a lot of stuff I don't know, Professor. My heritage, my past, not even my age. And likely, I'll never find out."
"I wouldn't be so sure. I can help you discover your past, Morigan."
"Thanks, but I'm not sure I even want to know." Morigan yawned.
"Perhaps we can continue this discussion later, once you've had some rest. The girls' rooms are not far from here, and there's an empty one you can have. Follow me."
Morigan obeyed, then when the professor left, she curled up under the blankets and went to sleep.
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Next Chappie: Surprises and Morigan discovers some history.
*This chappie: The Institute and Morigan meets Storm.
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Morigan pulled her blackbird feather cloak tighter around her against the cold rain. It had been two weeks since she and Mystique had parted, and Morigan had traveled the long distance to Westchester by foot, not daring to shapeshift and walking through the woods, avoiding roads and towns. Unfortunately, there wasn't much by way of food on her route, and she hadn't eaten in a week and a half, except for some sour berries that made her sick.
A large gated place loomed before her. Climbing over the gate, she walked up to the front door of the largest building and knocked on the door.
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Ororo Monroe, also known as Storm, was in the library, reading. She couldn't get to sleep, for some reason. When she heard the knocks on the door, she wondered who it was. Who could be arriving at this hour?
She walked to the door and opened it to reveal a tall, malnourished- looking young girl with long, matted black hair and dark eyes that held a hunted look. She only clothing was a simple deerskin tunic and skirt with moccasins, and a black feather cloak.
"Is this the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters?" The girl asked politely. "I was told this was a safe place for, for people that are different."
"This is as safe a place as any," Storm replied. "Come inside."
The girl followed silently. "Where are you taking me?" she finally asked.
"To Professor Xavier, who runs the school," Storm said.
"Oh. I'm Morigan, by the way."
"Ororo. You can call me Storm, though."
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When they reached the professor's study, Storm knocked on the door lightly.
"Come in," a voice answered. They walked in, and Morigan saw a man in a wheelchair with a book in one hand. 'Your flight is over, young one,' his voice said in her head, startling her. 'You are safe here.'
Storm left, leaving Morigan alone with the professor. "Hello, Morigan," he said.
"How did you know my name?" Morigan asked.
"My mutation. It allows me to read people's minds and control people's actions," the professor said calmly. "Yours, on the other hand, is very unique, even for a mutant. You don't even know the full extent of your powers, do you?"
Morigan shook her head no. "There's a lot of stuff I don't know, Professor. My heritage, my past, not even my age. And likely, I'll never find out."
"I wouldn't be so sure. I can help you discover your past, Morigan."
"Thanks, but I'm not sure I even want to know." Morigan yawned.
"Perhaps we can continue this discussion later, once you've had some rest. The girls' rooms are not far from here, and there's an empty one you can have. Follow me."
Morigan obeyed, then when the professor left, she curled up under the blankets and went to sleep.
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Next Chappie: Surprises and Morigan discovers some history.