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[h3]Estella[/h3]
This entire time she had been trying to figure out how to tell Makoto about Storm. Nothing seemed appropriate to say so she held her tongue for the moment. And then Flood let the cat out of the bag. For a second she had a flashback to the woman's final moments that they shared in their mind. Snapping out of it she took a deep breath to try and keep herself together. But there didn't seems to be much success in that endeavor. "[color=lightsalmon]She... she didn't make it, Makoto. I found her. I tried to get to her, but there wasn't enough time. All I could do... all I could do was...[/color]" Looking like she was about to have a breakdown her expression suddenly softened. 

She looked at Makoto for a moment as confusion crossed her face. Glancing around she shot one glance down at herself. She spoke to herself it seemed, her speech pattern having shifted similarly to that of Storm's. "[color=gold]Dear girl, what have you done?[/color]" Looking back up she tried to remember what had happened. Yes, the academy was attacked. It had knocked her out, presumably buried. Estella had found her and they "talked" briefly before she began to slip. Believing death had come to take her she could feel the pull to let go, and she did. 

[h3]Storm[/h3]
Had she been mistaken on what the sensation was? Lifting her hand up to her mouth in shock she took a couple steps back. "[color=gold]No, this cannot be. Estella what have you done?[/color]" Transferring a mind to another body was not unheard of in her experiences. It had always required extremely complicated technology or a very high level telepath to accomplish though. 

Noticing the pain with mixture of confusion on Makoto's face she stepped forward cautiously. It didn't matter how it happened at the moment. Makoto needed comforting. "[color=gold]Do not cry dear. It's me, Ororo. I don't know how but I am here with Estella. She saved me the only was she could.[/color]" Being at eye level with Makoto was not something she was used to. Compared to her normal height Estella was quite a bit shorter. 
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[color=fff79a][b]"M-mom?"[/b][/color] Makoto wimpered, a name she had only ever called the fierce weather wielder in their most tender moments. She stood, completely stunned. It felt like her heart was being rung out. Her second mom was dead, but was still alive?

It's amazing how even in this delicate moment, one would still rationalize as if there were no such thing as aliens or super powered beings. None the less Makoto was, in that moment, struggling to wrap her head around the fact that her alien friend who had absorbed someone else's consciousness in the past had absorbed and preserved her mother. Suddenly her friend and Ororo's consciousness seemed beyond foreign to her, they were strangers. It was too much at once, too much to process, too much to handle alone. Who does she talk to? What does she say? How does she handle this? Why had she lost her only family [color=fff79a]again[/color]?

Slowly, using a nearby table for support on the way, Makoto sat down. Wanting very much to be left alone she began to cry. At first it was slow and quiet but steadily grew into a sob. Not a loud obnoxious sob but just a painful cry of loss.