[All hell's broken loose again and Ororo's been working against it since day one. She's tired -- everyone is -- but the winds are heavy enough to carry her when she needs to catch an internal second wind.
She stays up high, avoiding the spectres, but every once in a while she sees something that needs her to drop down and check out.
This time, it's him. He seems to be walking different, like he's not quite sure that his legs are, well, his. Ororo funnels the air around her, dropping down through the vortex until her feet touch the ground.]
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She stays up high, avoiding the spectres, but every once in a while she sees something that needs her to drop down and check out.
This time, it's him. He seems to be walking different, like he's not quite sure that his legs are, well, his. Ororo funnels the air around her, dropping down through the vortex until her feet touch the ground.]
Hey, you stable?