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[EP] Recon Mission

Ororo had been at the inn for only a couple of weeks and while she'd gathered some information it had been limited in nature. She'd decided to expand her search and it had the added benefit of getting out of her room.

She'd heard there was a beach, that was something that she'd never seen before in real life. Ororo had seen it in pictures and on TV, but not in person. The closest beach to Cairo had been two hours away and not worth the trip on the bus. She'd needed the money that she stole for living, nothing frivolous like a beach trip.

That wasn't the case now, so she'd walked in the direction others had said to go until she smelled the salted water on the air. Ororo paused, before she caught sight of it and just felt the difference in the atmosphere, it was nice. She continued on until she reached the line between the pavement and the sand. Ororo bent down to take off her shoes before she stepped on the soft sand. To others, it probably would have burnt the bottom of their feet, but hers were so used to hot desert sand, that it didn't register. The only thing that did was the difference and she liked it. There was a small smile to her lips and she ran to the water's edge to kick the salty sea letting the water splash around her and on her.

Ororo had stayed at the beach until her stomach growled from hunger which sent her back toward the inn and food. She thought about getting the meal to sit outside by the pool, but she found that she preferred the ocean water. At least for now, so she'd found a table to enjoy her grilled fish and vegetables. It was another meal that she rarely got, even at the Professor's mansion.

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Hurley had mentioned something about portals to other places but she hadn't realized Europe had been one. "That would be nice to see New York." She admitted, then added, "but I would guess you couldn't contact anyone you knew in that Europe."

Ororo was pretty sure that Hurley would have mentioned that part if it had happened.

Sunny shook her head thoughtfully chewing on a slice of plantain. "No. But there are a lot of Nigerians in London, so I went home as much as I was able." It had helped so much, being able to hear and speak her languages. She was teaching Igbo to Kitty, and peppering the residents of the inn with Pidgin English, but it was hardly the same thing.

Ororo chewed thoughtfully on her fish thinking of how much she actually missed Cairo. While it was great being at the mansion with Mystique and her friends, it felt weird to be away from her home.

"It must have been nice to feel like you were home for a little while."

"After a fashion," Sunny murmured in agreement. "It was good to speak Igbo again. No one else here does."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I've been here for a while. It makes a person maudlin."

"Don't apologize." Ororo assured her. "I have been in New York only a couple of months and already I miss hearing Arabic. It's something I heard every day of my life. I can imagine that I would be maudlin, too if I didn't hear it or speak it for a long time."

There were times that she felt guilty that she didn't know more words of her mother's language but she'd only been taught a few words of Swahili before her mother died. English was much more prevalent in Cairo and she could steal from the American tourists a lot more easily knowing their language.

That got a little laugh out of Sunny. "I know enough Arabic to know that our dialects are probably verging on unintelligible to each other, unfortunately. And even then, what I know is poor." Or at least, that was what Sasha had told her when he tried to teach her. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't like she heard it every day to hold it in.

"Even in Cairo, there were many different dialects from the travelers." Ororo agreed with a smile. "It was easier sometimes just to speak English, the common language." Her smile turned wry. "Most Egyptians learn English for the tourists, so ironically, it becomes a common language."

Knowing that the British Empire had its claws in both Egypt and Nigeria at one point, Sunny would have thought the roots of English and its commonality were deeper and more insidious than that, but she only nodded. "English is just the official language in Nigeria. There are too many ethnic groups and languages to function as a country otherwise. Though if you want a common language, you speak Pidgin." Speaking and writing what most of the world would call standard English was a mark of being urban, educated, and upper class. Few people spoke it as their first language like Sunny did. "And even then, it can be a crap shoot if you're far enough in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah, we have that, too." Orooro nodded, "well a version of it." It was the language of the streets of Cairo. If she had gone outside of Cairo, Ororo probably would have been surprised that others in Egypt spoke the same language.

"We called it street language."

"Communication always finds a way," Sunny answered, faint fascination and reverence for that in her tone. Pidgin and Creole languages were amazing and deeply interesting things, born of necessity to talk across cultural boundaries that were previously insurmountable.

She had to ask, "I'll back off if you'd rather not, but your hair. That's not a dye job, is it?"

"I don't mind." Ororo assured her and shook her head. "It's not a dye job, it's natural, sort of. Have you heard of mutants with the X gene?" She wasn't sure how much she would have to explain before she mentioned how she got her white hair.

"There are several in residence here," Sunny said in lieu of a yes. Though she hadn't seen it manifest as anything physical.

"There was a mutant, a powerful mutant, in Cairo." Ororo began to explain. "He had the ability to make your powers the strongest they could be. I guess he sped up the mutation process." She made a gesture toward her mohawk. "This was what happened when he was finished with me."

Ororo couldn't deny the feeling of empowerment he'd given her. When he'd believed in her, thinking she was special.

"Extra added bonus." Her lips curved upward as she said it.

"That can't have been easy," Sunny mused. Or maybe it was easier, when it was only your hair and you weren't white all over.

"It wasn't." Ororo shook her head, "I stood out with my mohawk anyway but when it went white...." she trailed off with a shrug. "I didn't stay long in Cairo after that. I traveled a little and then went to New York. Not that people are more tolerant there of an African girl with white hair."

Her lips quirked, "but at least I didn't get a tail and blue fur when I changed." Though sometimes she would have preferred that. It would have been seen as a mutant freak instead of just a freak.

Sunny had to laugh at that. "No." Anywhere a black girl went with white anything, there were black people who decried them as traitors and white people who thought they were upjumped bitches who didn't know their place. Not that either of them could help it. Genetics just worked that way.

"So what came with the hair?" she asked. "In my own magical tradition, outward physical signs point to a person's talents, but..." she spread her hands. Their power came from different places, clearly.

"Weather manipulation." Ororo lowered her silverware and raised her hand about a foot off the table. She had her palm down and moved her fingers like a magician manipulated a coin from one finger to the next. Instead of a coin, there was a crackle of lightening spark, very mild and small dancing over her fingers. Her eyes went as white as her hair.

"Lightening, rain, and air currents, anything weather related."

She lowered her hand and the lightening disappeared, as did her white eyes. They returned to their natural brown color.

Ah, that did make sense and Sunny brightened. "Very cool." She couldn't do anything like that without her juju knife, even a spark that small. "Nature thought it would be funny to make me good at being invisible," she added wryly. "Since I'm half a ghost already, apparently."

"You disappear from sight?" Ororo asked a little surprised but wondered if she knew Tyrone who in a way could disappear as well. "Was your power something that you were born with or did it come to you in a different way?"

It was Storm's way of asking if she'd had her powers since birth or if it was accident related like Tyrone's were.

"That's... complicated," Sunny mused. She paused to chew, which wasn't a no so much as a gathering of thoughts. "I'm what we call a free agent. Someone magic born to non-magic parents. It was there since I was born, and had I been raised in other circumstances I would have been more openly magical from a very young age. But it more manifested as there being something strange about me until I was initiated. I could always sneak up on anybody, if I really put my mind to it." And there had been that near death experience with malaria when she was two or so, but she never knew what to think of that. "My dad hated when I did that."

Ororo was thinking how useful that skill would have been with her street rats back home.

"Mutants do not have an initiation but sometimes it is extreme emotions that will bring it out. A baptism by fire, sort of. If you don't know what is happening it can be frightening. I think that is why you'll see so many mutants together. Misery loves company." Her lips quirked wryly.

"Did your father and your family learn to accept your abilities once they manifested?"

My father's had a chip on his shoulder about me since I came out both female and albino. Had she been one or the other, she might have been acceptable. No such luck for her.

But Sunny only shrugged. "They don't know."

Since arriving at Xavier's Ororo had heard a few of the mutants tell their stories of parents and other family members disowning them when their abilities surfaced. She never had that experience because of her circumstances and parents' deaths at a young age.

Ororo still had hid her abilities until Apocalypse because of the mutant hatred.

"Sometimes it's easier to keep that hidden even from people you're closest to." For her it had been the other kids on the streets.

"I'm not allowed to tell," Sunny said, something that was simultaneously very simple, but extremely difficult. There were times that she wanted nothing more than to tell her mother, but...

"There are punishments for that, and they're pretty severe." Of course, most punishments in the Leopard world were severe, and only became more so when you were grown. It wasn't uncommon to die or go insane as a result of being put in the Library's basement. "There's a very low tolerance for anything to do with exposing Lambs to our world. And by low, I mean basically zero."

Ororo listened thoughtfully. She didn't have the same experience, but in some ways she had, at least culturally. "It was not the same for mutants but I grew up on the streets of Cairo. We had our own code with threat of severe punishments if we disobeyed our leader." It was for survival and she assumed it was the same for Sunny.

Her lips curved wryly, "I think for some, they see a glimpse into my world and see barbaric, I see normal." Could it change? Sure, but Ororo actually understood the reasoning behind the punishments, if not the punishments themselves.

"It must be complicated to straddle two worlds as you do." For Ororo, she only had one. Even with being a mutant, it was still an outsider, just in a different way.

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