*cyclops kept walking. as he turned the corner he bumped into storm."
cyclops - "ororo, can i talk to you for a minute?"
storm - "of course scott. come into my room."
*they went to her room and storm sat on the bed. cyclops was pacing back and forth*
cyclops - "its just, i don't want to fight him, but he's not giving me much choice. people will start to think i'm not fit to lead the team because i keep backing down."
storm - "scott remember when i beat you for leadership of the team? you came back and beat me, logan is no leader, you are, the proffessor sees it and so do i."
cyclops - "ororo thanks, you always know how to make me feel better. say, do you have any dinner plans?"
storm - "No, why?"
cyclops - "Cos i know this great little cajun place that opened in town only last week. fancy trying it out?"
storm - "Why not?"
*they both headed into town for the night*
((its the short version of the conversation))
Corellia moved up toward the gate, her darkened brow furrowing, her nostrils flaring a little, something was up, and it wasn't her arrival that stirred unrest. She pressed the buzzer next to the large cast-iron gates and waited, hoping she wouldn't have to wait for long, the wind was freezing and being from African descent she didn't take to cold easily.
*Wolverine was still talking to Corellia*
"Wolverine: Hold on, I'll let you talk to the professor."
*Wolverine contacted Xavier on the communicator*
"Wolverine: Xavier, we have a girl here I think you should talk to."
"Charles: Very well Wolverine, I will be right there."
*Wolverine turned around and saw Noah*
"Wolverine: Hey kid, haven't seen you in a while."