Jack was standing in from of the Liason's office door when he smelled it. Fire! Its a smell mo animal can ignore, as primal and deadly as the nature of any beast itself that odor of oxygen igniting into spark and flame. As he whirled, instantly alert eyes, casting about for the source he knew something about the scent was off. Fire consuming oxygen alone was rare and quickly expended but where was the charred smell of something of substance being consumed bye the unseen blaze? It was all to bizarre and then Jack's ears which wile keen were not so keen as his nose picked up the sound of a faint whoosh as if a air was being displaced. And then boom there he was coming down the hall and it all made sense. Johnny Storm of the infamous Fantastic Four. Jack coulndt suppress a wry chuckle. Looks like SHIELD had decided that the "hot head" of the famous quartet was also "dangerous" and needed special training with the rest of the losers and wannabes (and draftees of course). Somehow it made Jack feel better in a mean spirited sort of way to see the teenage sets superhero golden boy get knocked down to his level. And against his better judgement it made Jack like Johnny just a little bit because of it.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Heya.  I'm Johnny... I'm assuming you're here for 'orientation' as well?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"If you can call it that. Not like I volunteered for any of this, but here I am and thats that." Jack considers not saying anymore, but to his surprise finds himself offering his hand, "Jack Russel, and yeah I know who you are. Who doesnt right?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come in, please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Lets get this over with so I can see just what sorta guilded cage Ive been given to stay in."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am Ororo Munroe, Student Liaison how may I help you each?" She asks, her full lips pressing into a small, but pleasant smile beneath weary eyes.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Im Jack, this is Johnny and apparently we're your newest couple of freaks." Jack claps Johnny roughly on the shoulder, "and this one is relatively acceptable to the public at large. With me, youre not so lucky."<br/><br/>Jack may have been putting on a good showing of being flippant and disrespectful but his senses were on high alert. As a habit Jack maintained a sublte level of shifting. He was a wary beast and kept his senses at close to wolf levels without getting all hairy and spoiling everyone's day. This woman, Storm as Samson had referred to her, was seething with elemental power. Jack could smell the light tang of ozone about her. could feel the tug of eletromagnetic forces constantly at play about her, letting his vision shift he could even see thermal patterns dancing in flux around the African woman like an aurora borealis.<br/><br/>On a primal level he was both sensitive and responsive to the elemental power in nature, and while the demonic wolf in him feared nothing but the purity of silver it respected these forces nonetheless. Jack's devil may care grin felt suddenly a bit strained. This woman didnt just control the weather like some other freak might, she was at one with it in much the same way Jack was bound to the wolf.