Ororo was not a stranger to being pulled into new worlds. It wasn't something that happened often, but it had happened to her enough times in the past that she wasn't too lost about it now. Confused, perhaps, and more than a little concerned, but not at the fact that she was in another universe. No, what did trouble her was everything that she'd left behind: the school, the students, her team, her family... For her to be pulled away from all of them, at a time like this, left her frustrated and more than a little annoyed. And it would have showed, not only on her face, but also in the sky...
But it wasn't showing in the sky. Or at least, not as it should have if she was as angry as she felt. Aside from the darkening clouds and the occasional bolt of lightning, there was nothing going on in the atmosphere that should have reflected the extent of her anger.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere here. She could not quite pinpoint what it was- just that it did not feel natural, and rather felt like someone else was pulling on the invisible strings of something she was not used to sharing. And because she could not be completely certain of what was going on, her anger only built.
She rose into the air, as high as she was able to, and steeled herself. With a determined inhale, she gave the air a savage pull with her mind. The sky gave a satisfying crack as white-hot lightning split the clouds and thunder rumbled through the city, this prison. She raised her chin defiantly and narrowed her glowing eyes. Let them see. Let them hear. Let them wonder what they got themselves into when they decided to cross Storm.
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Sample Entry Two:
Ororo was not a stranger to being pulled into new worlds. It wasn't something that happened often, but it had happened to her enough times in the past that she wasn't too lost about it now. Confused, perhaps, and more than a little concerned, but not at the fact that she was in another universe. No, what did trouble her was everything that she'd left behind: the school, the students, her team, her family... For her to be pulled away from all of them, at a time like this, left her frustrated and more than a little annoyed. And it would have showed, not only on her face, but also in the sky...
But it wasn't showing in the sky. Or at least, not as it should have if she was as angry as she felt. Aside from the darkening clouds and the occasional bolt of lightning, there was nothing going on in the atmosphere that should have reflected the extent of her anger.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere here. She could not quite pinpoint what it was- just that it did not feel natural, and rather felt like someone else was pulling on the invisible strings of something she was not used to sharing. And because she could not be completely certain of what was going on, her anger only built.
She rose into the air, as high as she was able to, and steeled herself. With a determined inhale, she gave the air a savage pull with her mind. The sky gave a satisfying crack as white-hot lightning split the clouds and thunder rumbled through the city, this prison. She raised her chin defiantly and narrowed her glowing eyes. Let them see. Let them hear. Let them wonder what they got themselves into when they decided to cross Storm.