<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm: Goddess of the Winds</span><br/><hr/><br/>Her clear blue eyes focused on the gruff looking teenager standing, somewhat nervously before her for a moment. Her lips pull into a soft frown for a brief moment before she reaches up and runs a single hand through her flowing, white locks of hair.<br/><br/><strong>"While I am in costume, and here in the tower, please, refer to me by my code name: Storm. When I am not in costume, and in school or in public then Ororo will suffice." </strong>Her voice is calm and controlled.<strong>"You are one who is different, than most people, as was easily apparent by how quickly you healed the wound on your face. You are here because you have been extended an invitation to join a group who strives to protect humanity against those who are equally different, but use their powers to more sinister ends."</strong><br/><br/>She pauses for a moment, her lips pursing once again. Though very much the teenager whom is just crossing the threshold into womanhood this speech is one she seems used to delivering. She glances down at the desk once again pulling a folded sheet of paper from one of the folders that rest on her desk. "You have been assigned to.. Team four it would seem. I would suggest you seek out the other members of your three-person team and get to know them. One who styles himself as the "Black Panther" And another who styles themselves as "Crow" you will be working closely together and depending on on another."<br/><br/>She pauses once again, holding the folded sheet of paper outwards towards Logan.<strong>"If you have any other questions, now would be the time to ask them."</strong>She looks as though she wanted to say more, her tapered, wide jawline tensing for a moment, but she holds her tongue.