You pick yourself up and grab you suitcase. A woman approaches you as you begin to lug it towards the Institute, your new home. She's tall and well built - some would say Amazonian - with pure white hair. She greets you with a quick smile.
"I had a feeling you'd arrived." She gestured upwards at the dark sky brimming with angry black clouds. "Is this your doing?"
You grin sheepishly. "Sorry. It does that when I'm in a bad mood." You focus on controlling your mutant power, and the clouds begin to vanish in seconds, as though being torn apart by an unfelt wind.
"It looks as though we may have to teach you subtlety in controlling the weather," the woman said. "But promising none-the-less. My name is Ororo, incidentally, though you can call me Storm if you wish. I will be your instructor."
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