<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Savage Lands<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Logan, Gamoran, Beast, Other fuzzy blue folks<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The dark-skinned woman looks quizically at the group of 'hunters' for a long moment before she turns her gaze back towards the small group she had arrived with. Reaching up and through her bright locks of stark white hair she gently turns 'off' the function of her earpeice to translate her words for just a moment, so she could speak to her team mates in 'private'.<br/><br/>"It is getting dark, since their village is nearby and they have been... coaxed into being non-violet perhaps we should consider going to their villiage for some sort of shelter. if this place is anything like the jungles of home... The worst things come out at night."<br/><br/>With that she flips the translation back on and turns towards the group of tribals, her voice growing deep and powerfull once again.<br/><br/>"I am sorry for your loss, but your burden will be, as the new chief to lead your people, no punishment I could inflict upon you would be more difficult than -that-. You must lead your people wisely, and carefully. I ask now, however that my friends." She pauses, turning to indicate the group of Logan, Beast, and Gamoran behind her. "Be considered my personal guests. We should like to see your village, and stay for a time."<br/><br/>She had no problem, apparently, using the mislabeling of herself as a 'goddess' to get what they -needed- at that moment.