Ororo's been laying low for the most part and keeping her neck from sticking out too fair. It's part self-defence (she will never forget Evandau beheading kedan at that September festival and she likes her head attached, thanks) and part the isolation of being the only one from her world. There are X-Men, sure, but they revere her as some sort of experienced mutant goddess. Great for the ego, but the proof's not in the pudding in her mind. She doesn't see herself as that Ororo and the idea of disappointing them's an odd stress she doesn't care to deal with.
That's why she heads into the sewers without alerting them, nudging a bank of fog to cover the work area in the early morning and dropping down in the thickest part of it. There are fewer workers at this site and that makes it easier to slip by and the distance from Keeliai's deterred many of the Foreigners from it, so she figures on a mostly quiet venture.
The air is dank and the stench of sewage thick the further she moves from the ventilation at the break. Ororo walks to the edge of the tunnel, balancing against the upwards curve from the floor to avoid getting too filthy. She's pretty sure her face is going to freeze in position, nose crinkled up to try and block the smell, but that thought?
Yeah. That thought gets dropped to the wayside as her fingers -- lightly trailing along the wall for balance -- slip into a crack in the wall. She tightens her grip instinctively, fingertips brushing on what feels like cool metal on the other side and not the shell or slime she expected.
"Weird," she murmurs, extricating her hand from the crack and peering into it. There's not much to see and she's not exactly a glow-in-the-dark kind of mutant that could toss a hair in there and let it burn brightly. The closest she has is ball lightning and that's a recipe for disaster at the best of times. "Great. Finally find something other than crap and I can't see a thing." She rolls her eyes. "My kindgom for a flashlight."
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That's why she heads into the sewers without alerting them, nudging a bank of fog to cover the work area in the early morning and dropping down in the thickest part of it. There are fewer workers at this site and that makes it easier to slip by and the distance from Keeliai's deterred many of the Foreigners from it, so she figures on a mostly quiet venture.
The air is dank and the stench of sewage thick the further she moves from the ventilation at the break. Ororo walks to the edge of the tunnel, balancing against the upwards curve from the floor to avoid getting too filthy. She's pretty sure her face is going to freeze in position, nose crinkled up to try and block the smell, but that thought?
Yeah. That thought gets dropped to the wayside as her fingers -- lightly trailing along the wall for balance -- slip into a crack in the wall. She tightens her grip instinctively, fingertips brushing on what feels like cool metal on the other side and not the shell or slime she expected.
"Weird," she murmurs, extricating her hand from the crack and peering into it. There's not much to see and she's not exactly a glow-in-the-dark kind of mutant that could toss a hair in there and let it burn brightly. The closest she has is ball lightning and that's a recipe for disaster at the best of times. "Great. Finally find something other than crap and I can't see a thing." She rolls her eyes. "My kindgom for a flashlight."