So...this is going to be put to shame by the grand post from Caits but here it is anyway in case it can't happen in the RP.
As soon as Nacelle was freed lightning hit the ground around her, forming small charred holes on the ground and making an array of menacing roars. Above her was a storm that filled the entire dome, clouds that every few seconds glowed with lightning and groaned with thunder.
This field, once full of nature was now lifeless. All of it had gone to waste to power her storm. It wasn't as if anyone noticed it of course, the dead plants were covered by a thick fog that seemed to move and swirl in the faces of the team members allowing them to see practically nothing in the now desolate training zone. It was a beautiful mixture of chaos and raw fury in a seemingly controlled way.
Nacelle felt powerful, just as beautiful as the weather around her, she also felt as if she made a difference to something in a way even she couldn't describe.. She had no idea what she was doing but man was it fun. This is what she was meant to do, she realized. She was meant to be powerful, her mother had studied the art of magic, her father was a king and of all kings...the Black Panther. She wasn't just an annoying house cat anymore, she was a tiger on the prowl, ruling the kingdom of weather. It had been passed onto her and she would claim it.
In the madness one thing shined, her strange, milky white, glowing eyes the only truly noticeable thing in the fog that surrounded everything. It was all so exhilarating...the power scared her and at the same time made her happy...who knew if she would ever do this again? She might as well embrace it.
Nacelle could see clearly, she was sure some of the supernaturally enhanced could see in some way too, maybe she was the only one who saw in this way, it was all special and vivid. Things that were drenched in water were defined by a faint blue, the rain was the same blue but fairly brighter, that must have something to do with water then. The lightning, thunder, and scorched areas on the ground were all the dark purple her eyes had once been, though this was different in the way that gold zipped around inside. The fog was the color of sand, the thing that set it aside and made it different was the red and white swirling inside of it, it was the same as the clouds. She loved this new way of seeing.
Nacelle started to walk through the storm unfazed, her walk was as proud and as sly as a cat. She knew what she wanted and now she would start on her way to get it. Once upon a time her mother had gone through a rebellious stage so this was probably just a small phase too. Maybe and hopefully. She had managed to think, this entire time it had seemed her brain was on autopilot and now that she was back in charge she regretted it. Handling a storm for her first time was definitely not as fun as it may seem.
She wondered what exactly she was searching for as she went back on autopilot and growled at the nothingness, she wanted to find him as soon as possible. Taking off into the air she searched for the boy named Griffin with a sinister smile and a cackle grand enough to challenge the lightning.