November 25, 2016:

The X-Men need to come together and Xavier hands the duty to Storm.

//Xavier's Institute - New York City //

Xavier's Institute grounds are located on 1407 Graymalkin Lane in
Westchester County between Graymalkin Lane itself and Breakstone Lake (30
miles outside of NYC itself). A large portion of this is acres upon acres of
woodland forest. To the farthest eastern portion of the Institute's grounds
there is a stretch of low foothills.
Upon entering the Institute grounds immediately past the heavy gated
entrance one finds themselves on a carefully paved road that splices in two
directions, west and east.

The west leads to the School for Higher Learning where gifted youngsters are
educated and taught to use their unique talents. Here almost year around
children and teachers are housed.

To the east miles away lies Xavier's Mansion where Professor Xavier himself
and some faculty members of the school live. These "special" individuals are
those aware of Xavier's more clandestine operations, the administration and
training of the X-Men.
Beyond the neatly walled mansion's yard in those foothills is an obscure
landing strip that leads to a hangar complex and a subtly hidden facility. A
facility that houses underground sublevels, a danger room, Cerebro and the
training halls of one of the most advanced mutant fighting teams in the

An underground monorail connects the School for Higher Learning with the
Charles Xavier's Mansion and the X-Men's Hidden Complex. Security is tight
in this region, by means of limited magical warding, advanced future tech
security systems and telepathic sweeps. Tread carefully


NPCs: None.

Mentions: Xavier Ripclaw Ravager Lunair Phoenix Cyclops Emma


Mood Music: [*\# None.]

Fade In…

Some things changed since Storm's departure, and being brought up to speed after all that time took almost a week. Not only to speak with Charles through their mentally linked communication, but to find all of the files and lay several of them upon the desk of the office she now takes up partial residence in. The other partial residence is when she sleeps, and lately it is rare.

Sitting at the desk the files are sealed and lain in a fan-shape before her, the call through the proper comm channels asking for those of this 'X-Black/X-Force, as well as X-Red' to meet at Xavier's and which office to find her in. Sitting in the chair, the steam flows up and off the top of a mug beside her, fingers steepled together and making a tiered perch for her chin that is slightly tilted up while those shockingly azure eyes tilt down and stare at the files - still in thought. Torso is adorned by a silver and black leather corset, several straps crossing over her chest to loop over toned shoulders and down her back, drawing hr pattern over her torso where they accent over the cinch just above hips and also loop back bearing rings where another fabric hangs in that effigy of wings that also connect to silver rings looped around her middle fingers.

We need our family whole right now.
I know, Charles. It will be.

Nate has not been that distant of Xavier's as other members of X-Force, so it is not surprising he came easily. A bit more surprising is he dragged Lunair with him, as the brunette girl is hard to find lately. Not Rose, though, Rose is still angry.

It has been well over a year since he saw Ororo. She wasn't around during the whole 'go away' fiasco with Jean and X-Black. Scott and Jean seem to have been avoiding the X-Force members in a rather unpleasant way. And they are supposed to be the mature adults! Storm, though, is a different business, and Nate is curious to see what she wants. "Storm? Hello," he greets, stepping into the office.

Lunair chose to remain outside of the office it seemed, as Nate is the only presence shadowing her desk. Multiple files are pushed aside to seal the fan in a casual yet eloquently geisha manner, but fingers remain steepled upon them as if in emphasis of what was to come.

The other hand gestures to the seat before the desk as the dusky skinned woman reclines back, the files drug with her and slapping into her lap to still remain held, some of which names not only to just X-Force, but to another branch. "Have a seat Nate Grey."

No she has not been around for what has transpired, nor been present enough to be formal, in fact even the eloquent straightening of spine shows the more regal poise known for who and what she is back in Kenya.

"What has your severed group been up to as of late?" Straight to the point as head tilts, white strands of mohawked hair only falling over one bare shoulder with the gesture, showing the angled side-sweep of such a radical haircut.

Nate flops down on the offered seat, giving the woman a thoughtful look. "Oh, fine. Not doing much together due to the while Apocalypse mess and Ripclaw keeps leaving the city for personal business." And the Purifiers seem to have withdrawn from New York, so the main reason X-Black formed seem to be absent. "But… we are all alive and kicking."

A brief moment after Nate makes himself at home, there's a knock at the door, followed by a voice that has a heavier tone of respect for an 'old guard'. "Hello… it's Doug. Safe to come in?" the voice asks, as the door swings open slightly enough for a yellow shock of hair to appear, followed by a pair of blue eyes peering in. "You called, right?"

Doug Ramsey wasn't quite sure what was going on, given the slightly disorganized state of the X-Men at large at the moment. Easier for him to hunker low and do his work, and he would have stayed there indefinitely if he hadn't been called.

Storm watches Nate, the recline in the desk-chair one that groans leather of upholstery, on leather of corsetry. One leg crosses over the other, showing that the black on silver and grey strap-work does not halt at the corset with peeks of hips and stomach between. They return after a stud-laden belt and ride downward to disappear when boots and lacing picks up.

Far different then the attire of a Goddess when she returned.

"I called, so it is safe." The indigo gaze flashes as Doug knocks and peers within, then flickers in the return to Nate. "This is not a solitary ordeal. Charles has asked me to handle affairs in his absence, and the affairs I see he has agreed with me upon."

With that said, the files in her lap now slap and fan out in a more disorganized manner on the desks lacquered surface. All those remaining of "X-Red and X-Black", the name at the beginning of the files the same:
Despite the names following…

"Tell me. If your purpose has ceded, what is the purpose that remains?" A flourish of ring and wing laden hand over the files and then a tip of head to the seat beside Nate, for Doug.

"Are you X-Men or not?" And in that moment her façade goes stoic and cold.

"Eh, of course, what do you mean?" Nate frowns, after all it wasn't his idea to leave the mansion, it was Jean and Xavier. And now Rose won't even step in the mansion grounds. Emma wasn't happy either. "What has changed, Storm? Are you taking over Scott's job?"

"A future where mutants and humans live together?" Doug repeats, almost by rote, with a questioning tone in a way as to ask if this still held true. Given the way X-Red had worked in public service, then shifted towards industrial espionage in many ways, it -would- be a question of what the X-Men even stood for… to reach that goal in any way possible?

A moment, a glimmer, a hint of sadness -
Then it moves back to the statue within the leather-bound chair without such and with the regard of only survival for her people…
A harshness.

"Yes." A solid answer to Nate's query abut Scott's job. The chair groans and she regards Doug with equal neutrality just before it rocks back and then forward, her form rising only to lean over the desk and brace hands over the files. Fingers grip accordingly and each batch is placed before each present member: Doug and Nate. Every name remaining upon file.

"We seek to go public now. Open. The way the end game has rolled us is to do so. We need to be a haven, a role model, a promise. X-Red and X-Black has no point," A deep breath and she stands fully then, looking down upon both of them but not in a manner meant to intimidate, the look is enough to show the emotion behind her words.

"Divided tribes do no good. We have strength together and never should have parted." A wave of hand over the files as if they meant little while she leaves her place behind the desk and paces.

"Come back. We all have the same dream marked with an 'X'."

A beat and those indigo eyes spark as she continues. "No killing." From Nate to Doug. "And Caution. All I ask. Humans and mutants are long overdue, and hiding is no longer necessary. We join."

"Xavier is going public? That is… interesting," as in dangerously interesting. Not than Nate has ever been comfortable hiding. "Well, look. I told Xavier he could count on me whenever the X-Men needed me. But I can't speak for the others. Some, uh… they will refuse to pull their punches, anyway. You gotta seek them out." Pause, "and there will be fallout, too. Of course. The Purifiers will return."

Taking a moment to consider, just to consider other angles, Doug nods shortly and quickly, as perhaps Storm knew he would. The younger generation of X-Men who'd grown up listening to the ideals were almost all too eager to agree when given that option. "I'm in," he says, no hesitation in his voice. "Working together, all of us."

Storm's gaze settles equally between the two younger men, a small smile all she offers while steepled and pressed fingers slide the files of themselves and their team-mates is offered before them.

"I will seek who does not come knocking. The offer is for you and your people despite the failure to show tonight." A pause and Storm folds her arms over her chest, leaning against the desk while she ponders and watches the expressions come over faces.

"I will seek them in our future moves." Storm is not going to chase people down, word will travel through them or through the near-future. All the rest have to do is come home.

A smile is offered to Doug, and Nate's slight warning garners a light huff of laughter with a small roll of dark shoulders. "As if they have truly gone away? Tell me, how much of a secret are we anymore? Hiding the past does nothing for expanding the future."

"All of us." Storm confirms, a proud gesture in the way she stands fully now.

"Pretty sure several government agencies know about the school already," admits Nate. Amanda Waller, included. "So yes, maybe Xavier is just making it official. I am fine either way." Except Rose won't come here. But maybe Lunair will. He will try to drag her to Ororo's office at least once.

"I don't think there was ever any question anyway," Doug chimes in. "We weren't keeping the cat in the bag, anyway. And I think the Professor's views are already well-known by now."

Storm's eyes fall back upon Nate, with his statement, the smile that comes is not one that seems very nice, or feeling. Just… There.

"Agencies know what we want them to. We are safe under laws provided for Orphans and children needing special aid. Or have been in the past. As of current we have a DEO and SHIELD liaison. The cat is slowly coming out of the bag," A nod towards Doug as his words ring with the simile.

"You all have been accoladed in the public eye for your help to save humanity, publicly, silently…Videos go viral. Nothing can be coveted for long." With that being said the wall projector queues up and give Tube videos as well as selfies, and distant snaps of all of them acting or in public 'normal', yet not.

"The old ways sometimes have to be modernized, and Charles knows this, he just has concerns current… And future. Bottom line,"

The screen is left rolling, the files left sitting, the coffee mug (no longer steaming) collected and brought back to omitting tendrils of steam within her grasp. "We have to be family now, but mind Xavier's dream, and our belief. Discretion and peace."

A lift of pale brow and Storm then smiles softly, and yet solemnity lingers. "Let me know, you know where to find me. Tonight, the lounge. Tomorrow, here."

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