537/Genosha relief, Wakanda forever

Genosha relief, Wakanda forever
Date of Scene:	15 March 2020
Location:	Genosha/Wakanda Relief Camp
Synopsis:	Lorna and Hope come to the Wakanda refugee camp for Genoshian survivors and have a conversation with the King.
Cast of Characters:	T'Challa, Lorna Dane, Hope Summers

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T'Challa has posed:
The camps aren't set up like camps at all. The notion harkens back to darker days where people were rounded up, and while T'Challa let it be called whatever the people wished, it was different in application. The relief tents were comfortable, but there were so many refugees that they filled up quickly... until more arrived. This practice continued until there was a small city worth of said structures errect in simi-permanent arrangements around a central oasis providing fundamental necessities of power.

Which might seem odd when it's coming from a Third World Nation like Wakanda.

The medical facilities are, in fact, state of the art. And while money can buy a lot of things, it is clear that more is at play here than just financial backing. Some of the technology being used is unseen by any First World nation at all, and is only a nip of the surface of what Wakanda actually has to offer.

The King himself is here today, moving with a trio of Dora Malije flanking him. He has donned clothing comfortable for the warm Central African afternoon, loose fitting black clothing that shimmer gently in the ambiant sunlight, and sandles. A pair of shades resting on his eyes as he walks amongst the trailers where refugees are living until something permanent can be arranged. Either by the United Nations or a combined effort of Wakanda and other Mutant friendly Nations.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna had visited the Relief camp before with Wanda, Clint and a mass of other people. Many of whom had gone about to interview survivors for details of what happened... Which had sent the Genoshan Queen into a full on panic attack that had sent her fleeing for an empty tent to recover herself. She had been trying at least, something that many had whispered amongst themselves.

Today, she'd donned a simple black tank-top, and pair of jeans. A loose fitting throw over was the only item of any wealth she displayed. A remnant of her collection of Genoshan clothes, mutant made, and impossibly woven through with fibers that glittered and changed in the sunlight. The mutant that had made it, likely long since dead.

Lorna moved slowly, visiting every tent that she came to, stopping and talking with the survivors, asking if they needed anything, if she could help. More than once she'd been greet with surprised shouts, and a few people falling to their knees. A small gaggle of children that had survived trailed along after her. Lost and without parents, they at least recognized //her//.

Hope Summers has posed:
The last time Hope was in Wakanda, it was rapidly drowning. So it's good to see that //this// Wakanda is in a position to offer aid to others. When she heard Lorna was taking a trip to visit the camps, she invited herself along with typical matter-of-factness. Apparently Lorna has been designated in Hope's mind as someone who can use some help, and Hope doesn't exactly know how to exist without a mission, so...Lucky Lorna.

She's wearing the usual cargo pants, tank top, and hoodie, though in deference to the heat she's tied the hoodie around her waist and tied a spare scrap of fabric over her head. "I get the weirdness now," she murmurs in an undertone as they pass a group of people on their knees, grimacing.

T'Challa has posed:
So it is that T'Challa sees thee Royal Genoshan Princess as he too visits camps, kneeling down to speak with them on a personal level. The Dora are there only because he could no more convince them to leave if he had tried, they mean no one here harm that do not make themselves threats to be harmed. So they are entourage at best, shadows only, staying back so as not to frighten children or already terrified survivors.

Known for his stoicism, T'Challa grins when he speaks with people, and accepts hands when they are extended. Some just touch him as he passes. He was the first none Mutant to offer any support, and though many have followed his example, few have gone to such lengths, and ask nothing at all in return.

He still has not.

It is unlikely he will.

When he spots Lorna, familiar to him from his reports on Genosha, he stands from speaking to an elderly woman and her grand daughters and says something in Wakandian to one of the Dora who claps her arms together over her chest and moves in the oposite direction to the King headed towards the Princess and the Hope she's brought to her people. "Greetings, Princess.." raising a hand as he approaches.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna smiled, but it was strained and she glanced to Hope as the red head spoke. "I tried to tell you.." She whispered, and glanced at a young mutant child that came running up to her to join the small gathering of kids that circled around her and Hope. They were speaking amongst themselves in a rapid fire, excited way, eyes wide. They were young, and had survived such horrors, but still got excited at meeting royalty.
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Then there was T'Challa and she stopped in her slow walk, and Lorna offered a polite nod and a smile. "Hello, I'm happy to have a chance to finally speak with you. Thank you for everything that you're doing..." She gestured around them and settled her gaze back to the King of Wakanda. "I don't know how to repay your kindness."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Definitely weird," Hope nods to Lorna, giving the approaching Dora Milaje a brief, speculative look. It's habit, the threat assessment. Not that she expects there to be a threat //from// them, but...Well. Habit. As Lorna stops to talk with T'Challa, Hope turns toward the little trail of followers she's amassed, crouching down and reaching into the pocket of the hoodie wrapped around her waist to pull out various protein bars she's stashed away and start passing them out. "You guys have tried the peanut butter, right?" she asks with a crooked smile for one of the more shy kids. "If you haven't, definitely give that one a go."

T'Challa has posed:
"There is no recompense necessary for doing what is right, Your Royal Highness." T'Challa assures her, dismissing such notions with the stroke of his hand through the air, his smile soft, but still pleasant enough. He has no intention to downplay the seriousness of the situation by grinning in the midst of so many suffering. His expression is polite, charming, but not wide. "If all of the world responded to needs of those who live here, none would ever suffer needlessly. Wakanda stands with the people of this World. With your people." He says singular, turning enough to look out over the ever growing expanse of canopies and trailers housing so many.

"But I digress, I did not wish to detach you from your visit with your people... I simply wished to greet you. If there is anything I can do, that Wakanda can do, you need only ask." Steely dark brown gaze settling temporarily on Hope who accompanied Lorna, he dips his head inquisitively in her direction. Silently wondering if an introduction is out of line or unwarrented. He's careful about a lot of things, at least outwardly to the world, but here in his own lands.. those people who see him, Wakandans both volunteer and associated directly with the Ruling Panther Clan, know him. The Black Panther. So he doesn't pretend to be otherwise. Regal and tall, "Would you both care to find somewhere to speak? I am sure you have many questions and I have some of my own.. perhaps we can satisfy each others curiosity, mm?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna glanced about the camp, and back, her green eyed gaze returning to settle on T'Challa as he approached to a comfortable distance and spoke. She returned the smile, the polite coolness that was about as much as she could muster these days. After all, the survivors were watching her every move. If she didn't appear confident, assured, and mentally sound... It would cause more harm than good.

It was hard to accept aid without the possibility of ever repaying the kindness offered, but it was better to accept it diplomatically. So she didn't comment, merely nodded again. "I would greatly appreciate a chance to speak more, thank you." She followed his gaze toward Hope.

"A friend that wished to travel with me, her name is Hope. And everyone could use some more of that in their lives these days." She murmured, her lips twitching briefly at the pun she'd made. Even as the little kids grabbed up the protein bars she'd offered with no small amount of curiosity and interest.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Totally heard that, totally not the first time," Hope says with a smirk over her shoulder at Lorna's comment, passing out protein bars and then pointing out where there's a small soccer game starting up by the corner of one of the tents. "Don't worry, she'll be around," she assures any of the children who hesitate. "Everything'll be around."

Straightening up, she brushes her hands off on her pants as she rejoins Lorna. "This is...very gracious of Wakanda. Was that a self-sustaining contained generator I saw over by the mess tents?" Because talking tech is completely safe, right?

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa motions with an outstretched hand towards a singular tint that, while not opulent, is still furnished and looks unoccupied. Either it's for one of the groups of medical personele or any Genoshan dignataries who may have survived and come.. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." The Dora had come here to make certain there was space and seating for all three of them. Perhaps refreshments, moving quietly beside Lorna and pulling the flap back for them both to enter.

"Yes, you have a keen eye. It is a portable version my sister worked up in her labs. Easy to transport, but produce enough energy to sustain the medical equipment for several months without ever needing replacement... or this camp without heavy access indefinitely." Some of the medical facilities are extremely heavy on power consumption.

Once he's entered, the Dora slip backwards to make themselves less seen in the cool interior. The King settling into a chair with his arms laid upon the rests to either side of him. "As I have said to Her Royal Highness, it is the least we can do.. and while we have resources the rest of the world does not, I hope that it paves the way for relief aid in ways that those other nations are able."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna trailed along after T'Challa as he motioned to the tent that was separated from the rest of the neatly formed rows, and for the moment was empty. She nodded, and stepped lightly with a little wave to the kids that pouted and groaned that the Genoshan royal was going to deal with 'adult things'. A few ran off immediately, but a few more needed convincing from Hope before they'd leave.

Still, the green haired Queen entered the tent as directed, murmuring a thank you as the tent flap was pulled back for her.

Lorna settled in the closest available chair, and crossed her legs as she settled on the edge. She sat with her back straight, and posture at an attentive pose. "Your technology is truly impressive, it reminds me a lot of what we had once in Genosha. Most of that was created out of mutant powers though." She murmured, and glanced at the King of Wakanda and pursed her lips together briefly.

"I'll be entirely frank, I doubt much of those other nations would be willing to step out and publically support us beyond words. They never approved of Genosha's sovereignty before, and I doubt that has changed.."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Nobody approves of the creation of new nations," Hope shrugs, settling into a chair a little more comfortably herself. "People tend to figure that anything someone else gains must mean they have to lose something. But there are a lot of...different nations in the world." She starts to pull her legs up with herself to sit cross-legged, catching herself at the last minute to look between Lorna and T'challa.

"Sorry. I'm uh. I've got a lot of opinions and I'm not really good at keeping them to myself," she says, a little sheepish. "But you might be surprised, Lorna. You're not your dad. Which is awkward, but is probably going to count for a lot of people, unless your dad here was way different from the one I knew."

T'Challa has posed:
"No, I think you have the right of your assessment, Lorna... may I call you Lorna?" T'Challa ask now that they're out of ear and eye shot of her subjects, she would never be so informal where her people might see it, he's royalty and he understands the need for keeping up pretenses. "The other nations of the world do think much of Genosha, any more than they think of Wakanda I think.." Not degrading, but comparing their two nations respective view on the Global stage.

"So it could have just as easily been my Kingdom that this happened to.. and who would have responded offering aid?" He doesn't know, shrugging with his hands as much as his shoulder. "Suffice as it is that we have to look out for one another... Which is my reason for offering assistance. Though I genuinely do hope the world sees our generocity and mimics, I do not put much faith in the leaders of this World."

His true demeanor surfaces. That dour stoicism for which he is so very known. Looking with the same easy smile towards Hope, tilting his head hither and tway. "You are among friends here.." Motioning to the tent, their chairs positioned together. "You needn't hold your opinion, though I am curious what you mean..." He remains laid back in his chair, sitting far more comfortably now that none but they two can see him. "The one you knew.."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shifted in her seat, leaning back slightly as T'Challa fell into a more informal balance of speech and she smiled, warmer than before. "That's fine, Lorna is more than fine. Thank you. I'm still getting used to being.. the one that people look to." She exhaled a breath, her expression pinched slightly as she nodded to his assessment of the world and Wakanda in general.

"I would've loved to extend the branch of diplomacy, had I'd been in a position to do so. My father was fairly restrictive in keeping Genosha solitary after he established his government." She pursed her lips together and glanced briefly at Hope as the woman spoke.

"My father was what some called a hero and many called a criminal. Terrorist.. Take your pick." She shrugged and let her hands fall back to her lap. As T'Challa asked however about what Hope meant, she fell silent, glancing at the redheaded woman beside her instead; leaving it up to her on how much to share or not.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope nods to Lorna. "He was what he needed to be. What he thought he needed to be, at least. He knew what the stakes were and he fought for them, and he never apologized for what he had to do. I'm...definitely not judging," she assures, raising her hands in front of herself. "I liked him. But it's the sort of thing that makes a lot of people nervous. You might be surprised at how much leeway you get just for being not him."

At T'Challa's question, she clears her throat, rubbing a hand at the back of her neck. "I'm not from around here," she says simply. "Different...usually it's timeline, but from what I've picked up since I got here, pretty sure it's a bigger shift than that, so I'm leaning toward different reality. For the record, so far, things are //way// better here, so, uh. You guys are doing great?"

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa is trying to divide his attention between two very different conversations along a single path, and does seem well versed in doing so. Starting with Lorna's father, "I had only limited interaction with your Father, but he cared very deeply for his people. I cannot say that if the situation where reversed and it was I who had to be called upon to defend Wakandian peoples from prejudice and violence that I would be any different. As King, it is my job to protect my people." His hands motion around him, at what his people have and all that he's required to protect. "In my case it is secrecy, our true nature kept hidden from the eyes of the world.. But how easily could it be that I was in your fathers shoes?"

He shakes his head, "But.. stick and honey both draw different responses, so it now falls on you to decide what kind of Ruler you wish to be." He is certainly not going to tell someone how to govern their people, as he certainly wouldn't let someone tell him. "I think you will do fine, from what I have seen." Because Wakanda be watching.

To Hope, there is both agreement on her observations of leadership, as well as curiosity from her admission. "Interesting. By what method do you travel across time and dimension? Forgive my curiosity.. I do not mean to pry, but I am a student of technology, as you may well have gathered." Smiling easily, politely, but easily.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna sighed softly, and lowered her gaze she considered both Hope and T'Challa's words regarding her father and her country. All of which was weighed with care and a critical focus. She grew silent as the two spoke, musing and turning over the comments. She finally shifted in her seat. "He did what he thought was right, and that's all anyone can do in this world. He was a man and mutant or not.. he came with all the faults that come with it." She sighed and looked saddened again, speaking of her father certainly did that these days.

"But regardless, I need to start acting, grief is not something I'm allowed to continue anymore. What might you recommend, T'Challa? You have ruled successfully for some time now. I'm unsure how to move forward. My people cannot stay here indefinitely, and they cannot return to Genosha just yet either.." Her gaze swung back to Hope and she smiled briefly.

"I've honestly wondered the same you know.."

Hope Summers has posed:
"For most of my life, we had a timeslide device, but the chronal regulator was broken so we could only go forward," Hope explains to T'Challa, as if it's common knowledge. It is for her, at least. "Once we fixed that we were able to move back and forward, but we didn't get it fixed //all// the way, so it didn't work right. But we got where we needed to be, so. It was okay enough. //This// shift wasn't tech, though," she shakes her head. "Pretty sure this one was the Phoenix Force. And if we really did destroy it in the process, then it's a fair enough trade. Besides," she grins over at Lorna, "Clearly there are mutants here in need of help too."

T'Challa has posed:
Lorna's question is weighed honestly and given due consideration, "The situations are different, I think." He has had to deal with an uprising and gone through his own sorted trepidations since ascending to the throne, but nothing at all like Genosha being destroyed. "Well, there is no time-table here." Meaning the relief camp, "Wakanda owns all of the land of this region and it is hunting territory for no tribes or large populations of native fauna. For now, there is no concerns for ecosystem, but if your peoples would like..."

His hands up, pointed out towards Lorna, "And only if they would like.. they might lengthen this period of ecodecline. Work with the land, cultivate it, grow comfortable with it... and we, you and I, can work out a more permanent arrangement. It will not be given freely, I cannot do that, but I have no intentions or desire to exploit people with nowhere to go. Whatever deal we come to, it will mutually benefit both parties... It is only an offer and something to consider. Your people, you will do what is best for them."

As to Hope, he inclines his head thoughtfully, "I see.. and because of the nature of your arrival, is there no way for you to return home? Not that I would encourage you doing so, simply curious. I cannot imagine being away from Wakanda for so long... let alone in a completely different plane or universe or time."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna glanced at Hope, listening as the red head spoke of how she ended up here. She hmm'ed under her breath, and nodded briefly, seeming to accept the concept of dimensional travel with ease. After all, in a world of gods, heroes, and mutants... who was she to question one more oddity that existed. And Hope was one of just many such things at the Mansion she'd seen upon her return. She inclined her head though at the mention that mutants needed help. They most certainly did.

T'Challa's words however earned a lofting of her eyebrow, and she tilted her head. "That is very kind of you. I appreciate the offer.. but I worry about my people being in any place out in the open. Whoever attacked Genosha is still out there, and I worry about my people's defenses. A great deal of them want to return home, but I hesitate to encourage that too." She pursed her lips. Genosha needed help to bury the dead. It needed help to clean up the destruction.. It needed hands and at the moment, there was a lack of those to go around. But more than all of that, Lorna felt that it needed a strong defense.. And she wasn't confident in having that.

"I fear leading them to their graves more than anything right now."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Speaking as someone who people tried to keep safe my whole life..." Hope says slowly. "Sometimes you've got to let people steer their own destinies. If they think it's worth fighting or dying for, don't they deserve the chance to try?"

The question of her going 'home' is a more complicated one, for sure. "I don't really have much to go back to," she admits. "Where I came from..." Pausing, she takes a deep breath. "So, things were pretty bad for mutants. Fewer than 200 of us left. No more mutants had even been //born// for years. No new powers emerging. It looked like the species was dying out. Until I was born. And when that happened, there were a whole lot of people with opinions about it and me. A lot of them wanted me dead."

"So the X-Men sent me into the future with my- With Nathan, the man who raised me. They thought he could protect me and I could grow up safe, then come back and do whatever it was I needed to do. But there was someone who thought that I was going to make //their// awful future //happen//, so he came after us. Destroyed pretty much the entire world to try to trap us and track us down. We survived, because that's what we do, and we made it back to stop the Purifiers and the Reavers and Bastion, but...But Nathan died in the fight. And Nathan was pretty much all I ever had."

She clasps her hands in her lap, looking between the assembled royalty. "I didn't really have time to be sad about that though, because pretty much as soon as the fight was over, new mutants started popping up. Except their powers were out of control, and I had to stabilize them before they hurt themselves or others. Which...turned out to be related to the whole Phoenix thing, which turned into a massive fight between the Avengers and the X-Men, which turned into some //really// crazy stuff with the Phoenix force until Wanda and I figured out how to stop it. Which landed me here."

"All of which is to say that I've //done// everything I needed to do where I came from. Which hardly had time to be home in the first place. Even if I could get back there, there's no reason that it would be a better place for me than this is."

T'Challa has posed:
The weight of the conversation seems to have gravitated towards Hope, but that's largely to do with the heaviness of her revelationos regarding the place from which she originates. T'Challa listens quietly, as capable of doing so as he is of speaking, and nodding periodically throughout her tale. "Then I hope you find far more to do here, if this is your chosen reality and time.. I would say we welcome you, but that sounds... presumptive. If I did say so, however, it would be done with the best possible intentions." Motioning around, "As I have said, all of your peoples are welcomed here, no matter from where they come."

Then he looks to Lorna, still considering what has been said of the future Hope faced, "I would be remiss to dictate to you how to rule, Lorna. My offer will be there after you've had ample opertunity to consider it. As I said, there is no time table for your people here, they are welcomed, and my offer will is the same. If there's anything I might do to assist you..." He opens his hands and nods.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna fell silent as Hope spoke, her expression twisting with sympathy for the redhead as she spoke of what had happened in her home dimension. She pursed her lips together, and leaned forward to settle a hand on Hope's shoulder if permitted. "I'm sorry." She offered, brief and to the point. She didn't have any other words to offer, everything else simply seemed too trite or conceited to offer.

Her gaze swung toward T'Challa again as he spoke and she shifted, letting her hands fall back to her lap. "I know I have little need to ask if you have heard anything, or if you have any ideas of who did this to Genosha. I have spoken at length to many and there is a mystery all around. No one has come forward to claim the destruction, no bragging, nothing. There have been no follow up attacks.. No strikes against me or my siblings. It's as if whoever was responsible attacked and left.. And I find that perhaps more troubling than other options. I have no idea what to do... I can't promise revenge. I can't promise safety. I can promise nothing to ressasure my people other than through my presence..."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about," Hope shakes her head to Lorna, setting her hand on top of the other girl's. "We fought and we won. And now there are new wars. That's a soldier's life."

As Lorna details what little there is to know about who perpetrated the attack on Genosha, she worries her lower lip between her teeth, brows furrowing. "Where I came from...we weren't the only ones who knew how to open up bridges between times," she says slowly. "Maybe it's something similar here. No one'd ever seen a Sentinel like that one before, right? Maybe it's because it doesn't exist yet."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa looks, for the first time this afternoon, troubled. "I do not know and I have delved very deep into my network to find out..." It is probably unsurprising that Wakanda has agents spread everywhere, War Dogs embed in most nations. "I wish I could offer you more, I know that the unknown is more troubling for having no mantle upon which to hang this travesty." He sighs softly and brings his feet back so that he may lean forward.

"I will continue to investigate it, however. Should I learn anything, I will certainly pass it along to you and offer our assurances of assistance in whatever response you find fitting. The fact that this has not been declared an overt active of Tyranny by the United Nations speaks volumes." His frown deeps, "But I am not beholden to them."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna grimaced at Hope's thought process, that perhaps the attackers had come from the future or some other dimensional travels made her stomach twist. She felt sick at the thought, how could one possibly prepare for an attack from some unknown power like that? "No one had ever seen their like before, no. These Sentinels were scraps. Built out of anything and everything it looked like on top of a Sentinel frame that was.. well, massive. Bigger than the skyscrapers in Genosha." She exhaled a breath and glanced toward T'Challa as he offered to investigate and that he would in fact share anything that he could.

"Thank you, I appreciate everything you've done. Really. I don't know what else can be done at the moment, beyond reassuring my people.. and if I can.. start burying the dead. Without intel, my hands are tied."

Hope Summers has posed:
"So, awkward question, but..." Hope looks between Lorna and T'Challa. "People didn't trust Genosha. Which means you know they had to be monitoring it. I mean, getting them to admit it or otherwise getting to the information is a whole different issue, but...If there were weird energy readings before the hit, that might give you an idea of how it got here. Maybe it's from the future, which is a can of worms to open if it's true, but maybe it came from somewhere else."

"Something that big just doesn't come out of nowhere," she shrugs. "Either it comes from what //looks// like nowhere, or else people have to pump resources into it. But I'd start by pulling whatever strings you can to get access to whatever surveillance people had going when everything went down."

T'Challa has posed:
"I would hope that an energy level necessary to create a rift big enough to bring forth the weapons you are describing would have appeared on Wakanda's sensors... We were not expressly monitoring Genosha, but we do have satelites in orbit.." It isn't through the name of the country of course, but private companies. The world at large still believes their a third world country.

"I can have Shuri go through the scans of that night again, see if maybe we missed something. It can only help, if only by narrowing down our search, mm?" He offers with a nod to Lorna, momentary silence as she speaks of burying the dead. "This is a defining moment in your rule, Lorna... I do not envy the way you have come to govern, I do not envy that you have lost so many of your people, but you are weathering this turbulent time with honor and grace. You will do Genosha, your father, and all of your people proud."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath, "SHIELD and Doom.. and many others have attempted to get scans of residue and magical means to see what happened. It's a mix of results. I don't entirely know what to make of any of them. My degrees are in physics, not military technologies. Unfortunately, it seems, no one else is entirely sure of what the results are either. Meaning, whatever it was beyond the Sentinels..." She shook her head and shrugged, looking down at her hands.

Mystery on top of mystery seemed to surround Genosha and what had happened to it.

"I appreciate the offer to have further reviews on what you might've picked up. Anything at this point is better than nothing. And I've been accepting aid from anyone that offers it. Perhaps foolishly, but some other nations are doubtlessly spooked regarding what happened." She murmured, and reached up to drag her hands through her hair.

"This is me on a good day, T'Challa. I have by far.. more bad days than good. I try to keep my people from seeing that."

Hope Summers has posed:
"And Genosha's an island. I don't know if anyone talks to Atlantis around here, but I'd bet they'd notice something that big passing through the water, too," Hope points out. "Namor's weird, but...I mean, he identified as a mutant enough to help out in my world."

Her features soften at Lorna's final words, though. Quietly, she reaches a hand for the other girl's shoulder. "That you're here and you're trying makes a difference, Lorna. What happens, your destiny, your part in all of it...that's up to you."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa has a great deal to consider, looking between the two mutant woman with a level gaze and a solumn nod. "Hope is right, Lorna." He offers, standing with a little jerk of his abdomen, smoothly rising from the seat to stand at his full height. "The most a leader can do is brave their worst moments and hope for their best... It is not a talent that is cultivated over night... but you are not in a position for training wheel." He says empathetically to the young Princess, "nor was I, but I was raised to be King, despite the sudden death of my father." He offers her his hand, "For what small comfort it might be.. I think you will do what is best for your people. And that is all that anyone can ever ask of you."

If she takes his hand, he lays his atop it, pats it gently, then looks to Hope. "And you, young Miss. Wise beyond your years, you are lucky to have a friend such as this one, Your Royal Highness." Teasing, but equally so genuine. He bows his head to her, "I have just received word that I am needed back at Wakanda, but if you require anything." A small bead rolls into the palm of his hand from a bracelet he'd hidden beneath the loose sleeve of his kama, holding out in curled fingers to Lorna. "This will directly contact me."

The Dora step forward from the shadows, prepared to flank the King when he makes his departure.