Viam's eyes narrowed. "Nothing, OK?! I can do nothing! I can't fly! I
can't see the future! I can't make fire blow out of my nose!" His skin
tinged a deeper gold with every sentence.
Jubilee was wide eyed. "He can spit fire out his nose? Professor you never told us that! That's big news!" Jubilee's gaze met that of the other members in the room. "Oh, he was being sarcastic. Well sorry if I didn't get that at first" Jubilee ranted on with her mindless comments as Viam's skin started to glow.
Jean Grey glanced back over toward Viam. "Charles, what do we do?" Her voice was filled with panic. But suddenly a large wind filled the medium sized room. Blowing papers and loose articles of clothing around the room. Jean looked toward the angered mutant.
"Enough!" The attention of the entire room was now brought upon her, Storm the Goddess of weather. She waved her arm in front of herself, calling off the large wind. "You cannot solve this argument with violence, or telepathy for that matter. He is overcome with anger and hate because we talked about him and his past behind his back." She glared around at the people in the room. "Does he have no right to be angered?"
Sensibility and judgement were starting to return to Viam. The people in the room meant him no harm. Nor did they want to poke and prod at his past. They wanted to help. Viam's looked toward the floor and his skin was quickly returning to its original shade of pink. "Thank you, whoever you are."
He looked now toward storm, her white hair long and brilliant behind her dark skin. Storm knodded humbly. She smiled. "By the goddess you're welcome, and for the future, my name is Ororo." The people of the room were covered with guilty faces.
All but three. Viam and Storm obviously, but also Xavier. "I assure you Viam. It won't happen again." Viam looked with a disgusted approval toward Charles Xavier and exited the room.
Wolverine gave a chuckle. "You would hope so huh? Cuzz from where I'm standing you'd be in a world of pain."
Jubilee was wide eyed. "He can spit fire out his nose? Professor you never told us that! That's big news!" Jubilee's gaze met that of the other members in the room. "Oh, he was being sarcastic. Well sorry if I didn't get that at first" Jubilee ranted on with her mindless comments as Viam's skin started to glow.
Jean Grey glanced back over toward Viam. "Charles, what do we do?" Her voice was filled with panic. But suddenly a large wind filled the medium sized room. Blowing papers and loose articles of clothing around the room. Jean looked toward the angered mutant.
"Enough!" The attention of the entire room was now brought upon her, Storm the Goddess of weather. She waved her arm in front of herself, calling off the large wind. "You cannot solve this argument with violence, or telepathy for that matter. He is overcome with anger and hate because we talked about him and his past behind his back." She glared around at the people in the room. "Does he have no right to be angered?"
Sensibility and judgement were starting to return to Viam. The people in the room meant him no harm. Nor did they want to poke and prod at his past. They wanted to help. Viam's looked toward the floor and his skin was quickly returning to its original shade of pink. "Thank you, whoever you are."
He looked now toward storm, her white hair long and brilliant behind her dark skin. Storm knodded humbly. She smiled. "By the goddess you're welcome, and for the future, my name is Ororo." The people of the room were covered with guilty faces.
All but three. Viam and Storm obviously, but also Xavier. "I assure you Viam. It won't happen again." Viam looked with a disgusted approval toward Charles Xavier and exited the room.
Wolverine gave a chuckle. "You would hope so huh? Cuzz from where I'm standing you'd be in a world of pain."