Hidden Lilly

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Avan?

@Avanhelsing

I'm assuming it was either a type-o or an auto correction for Ryan

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At first, Makoto didn't notice Ryan or Phoebe join them. She did notice when Phoebe grabbed her hand though. It was a familiar touch, a comfort, a true and dear friend. It pulled at the edges of her mind, tugging her back towards the here and now.

Makoto took a deep breath and let the air rush out in a sigh. She was more present now, after taking a few moments to absorb what's been going on. It would take a day or two before she could really begin to tackle the situation with her mom but until then, she still had to do what she could. Shifting her head, more responsive to her environment now, to look at the people who surrounded her. Despite everything she still had her friends.

"Thank you." She said, looking each friend in the eye and squeezing Phoebe's hand back. Despite her own pain she let her eyes rest on Phoebe's, curious as to why her eyes were also red. It struck Makoto like lightning, a silly bit of information for Makoto to overlook. Her already meek and tired body language took on a more empathetic tone. Makoto hadn't seen Mr. Wayne recently, but then again she hadn't been looking. She should ask if they were able to find Pheobe's dad but she didn't want to stir up more pain. Surveying the scene once more she began to feel a touch better.

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Storm

Despite the current conditions she couldn't ignore Makoto. Others could wait, right now her daughter was in pain and no matter what she was going to do her best to comfort her. They both likely needed it in all honesty. Waking up as someone else was not as easy thing to deal with. Thank god Estella's powers were not tied to emotions like her previous ones else the attack would not be the only damage dealt today.

On instinct she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Makoto tightly. It was something she had grown accustomed to doing when raising her over the last few years. Her trying to get away didn't prevent her from holding on. It represented a level of trust that no matter what she would not let her go. "It's alright. Let it out Makoto. I know this is not easy to wrestle with. I'm having trouble believing it myself." Reaching up with one hand she wiped away a tear of her own. How exactly were two people supposed to inhabit the same body? Coexistence could be difficult enough in the physical world. But in a mental state it was much more unknown.

@t2wave

phoebe
Hadnt Phoebe seem that Storm didn't survive? She winced, and began to look for Mokato, "I'll see if I can find her" she said softly, wondering where she would be, or even if she could do anything.

All Phoebe wanted was to just find a quite area and let herself feel. But she couldn't, not while people were suffering. "Mokato!"'she called

@Caits

Makoto didn't say much and though she knew the cadence of Ororo's speech, it wasn't her voice. It was Ororo's movements, but not her body. It was her expression of concern, but not her features. Everything about the situation felt so deeply wrong and impossible. She managed to ask no one in particular "How?" as her mind fell through all of the cycling questions in her head. None of which Ororo could really answer. How did this happen? How did Estella save/take mom? How was she going to get through loosing her mom again? How was she going to survive this semester's final exams? How did someone take down the entire school? Makoto recognized that many of her thoughts were selfish but as she had learned from both experience and from watching others, it's natural to think a bit selfishly at first as long as you can move past it and still think about others as well. She sat stiff against Estella's body, she just couldn't wrap her mind around Estella having her mom inside of her.

Slowly, Makoto began to regain her composure. She felt empty and light, as if there was nothing left inside of her yet she knew there was. She was simply resting how, eyes puffy and bloodshot but calm. With her knees tucked into her chest and her arms folded across the top she rested her chin on her forearms. Makoto sat quietly, simply watching the people come about as hope and urgency faded. She vaguely heard her name floating on the spring breeze that kicked up dust and sand as it filtered through the now open area. Makoto didn't bother even looking for the origin of the call.

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@Hidden Lilly I don't remember. Did Katherin see Makoto since she returned? I don't thinking so...but my brain is fuzzy and I don't feel well enough to search for the answer.

@KatherinWinter

I don't think Katherin saw her

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Estella

This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was..." Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened.

She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "Dear girl, what have you done?" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did.

Storm

Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though.

Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could." Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter.

@t2wave

"M-mom?" Makoto wimpered, a name she had only ever called the fierce weather wielder in their most tender moments. She stood, completely stunned. It felt like her heart was being rung out. Her second mom was dead, but was still alive?

It's amazing how even in this delicate moment, one would still rationalize as if there were no such thing as aliens or super powered beings. None the less Makoto was, in that moment, struggling to wrap her head around the fact that her alien friend who had absorbed someone else's consciousness in the past had absorbed and preserved her mother. Suddenly her friend and Ororo's consciousness seemed beyond foreign to her, they were strangers. It was too much at once, too much to process, too much to handle alone. Who does she talk to? What does she say? How does she handle this? Why had she lost her only family again?

Slowly, using a nearby table for support on the way, Makoto sat down. Wanting very much to be left alone she began to cry. At first it was slow and quiet but steadily grew into a sob. Not a loud obnoxious sob but just a painful cry of loss.

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What season are we in? both in terms of school and in terms of time of year/season... In my brain I was already thinking spring but I'm not sure what the official setting was.

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<Snipped quote by Hidden Lilly>

Welcome back. Have fun with Estella/Storm.

I am going somewhere with this by the way. Estella has a problem.

@t2wave

Oh really? I was excited to get back into it before, now i'm intrigued as well! :P

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I'm back!
I'll be spending a bunch of time today to catch up :)

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Hello all,

My exams are tomorrow (2 4.5h exams) and Wednesday (2 4.5h exams). I'm gong to have to say bye in the meantime. I'll be back when the 3 days are up :) Sorry to leave you all hanging on such short notice >.<

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@t2wave @floodtalon

Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery.

Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father.

"What do you mean..?" Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? "Flood?" she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.