Flying in unison could definitely be interesting. Juliette nodded quickly, a smile forming slowly on her lips. They would likely be able to do some exciting, and possibly even beautiful things if they really wanted to. Her powers were certainly something to look at, and Devon's were hardly boring.

"Let's do that," Juliette slowly moved into a steady hover above the second level and looked up at Devon. The building was going to look very different in a minute. "Or at least some of it. Sort of. Why don't you get started on some fog, and I'll do something to compliment it."

She gave him a few seconds to get started before her body began to break apart. Small dots of light began to circle around where there had been a humanoid figure just seconds before, and they quickly spread out over the area. The little fireflies had soon covered most of the building; all that was left was for Devon to do his part. 

"Right then," Devon smiled.

He stepped off the floor and gusted himself up to the highest floor. There he landed and gestured above him. The humidity began to raise as he studied the water vapor in the air. He gathered, it, urging it together and to funnel in on the faint breezy currents of the night. It wound itself down to the bottom of the building.

The prevailing warm air of the late summer now began to blanket the quickly cooling air on the ground floor. He kept the breezes stirring and pushed the temperature down so the moisture would quickly condense. Fog suddenly billowed in wisps along the center of the open pit and spilled out in all directions. It stirred as Tempest twirled his hand as if manipulating some unseen witch's cauldron.

He watched with a grin as the Firefly broke into many pieces, each twinkling with a phosphorescent glow in the accumulating fog. She quickly filled the building while Tempest maintained concentration to fill the building with cool, moist air and the separate fog. Water dripped from the ceiling.

The weather warlock's form was soon lost in the twinkling mists, but he could see through it and to the discorporate lights of the little fireflies. It was a beautiful scene. "People are going to think this place is haunted," Tempest chuckled. "I think together our code name might be Will 'o Wisp."

After a few more moments in amazement he asked, "Exactly how do your senses work when you're broken apart like this? Can you speak?" It was a truly interesting ability that he couldn't ignore even in the face of the artistry their powers could make.

The scene was like something out of a photograph.

The building was quickly filled with mist as Devon manipulated the air. Before long, his figure was lost in the mist and twinkling lights. Juliette could see the scene, but in a different way than if she had been in a human form. She could see herself from different angles, from a hundred different positions.

She stayed like that for a few minutes longer so that they could admire the picturesque building for a little longer. Finally, the fireflies pulled together to reform Firefly in her energy form. She stayed afloat in the middle of the water droplets and watched for a second as it fell from the ceiling.

"It's different," she answered Devon's question after a moment. "It's... My body, but it's not my body. I can't speak, but I can see. Anything else... Well, I don't usually stay in the form very long, so it doesn't matter that much."

Juliette landed on one of the levels and returned to her human form, letting some of the mist accumulate on her skin. She closed her eyes to take it all in for a minute and smiled. "We make a good team, Will. Or do you want to be Wisp?"

"Oh you're definitely Wisp," Tempest nodded. "The way you become fractions of light? Definitely Wisp," he chuckled. He gestured with a hand and let his will travel along with it, creating a very faint breeze to stir and swirl the fog. The gathering dew dripped from the ceilings of each floor.

"The fact that you can see when you split like that is very interesting. Useful reconnaissance I bet, especially under cover..." he trailed off. "Guess we have a good code name for this effect should we ever need it. You have any other surprises for me? I could make it snow if you wanted! It'd melt pretty fast unless I kept it cold but that's about it. I guess ice is the more useful. Hail could be dangerous."

The weather warlock shifted both hands and pushed the smaller gust into a stronger, spiraling force. It revealed Devon had drawn closer to Juliette while hidden by the fog. He grinned. "We really need to head out to Montauk sometime. Let loose a bit!"

"Snow would be wonderful," Juliette grinned. She tended to be a little more partial to the warmth, but the first snowfall of the year was always exciting. Technically, it wouldn't be the first natural one, but it would have the same effect: awe and wonder. Of course that had partly to do with the things that followed the first snowfall, like sleigh rides and Christmas, but the picture of beauty wasn't lost on her. 

"I don't know if you'd want me to do anything, though. I'd probably just melt it a bit faster." She didn't give off that much heat per se, but any amount of bright light gave off its share. It would only serve to make the snow melt faster, and it wouldn't be nearly as cool as the Will 'o Wisp thing.

She took a seat on the edge of the platform and glanced at Devon, who had come a little closer in the shield of the fog. Juliette gestured to him and smiled, "on your cue, maestro."

"Winter is coming," Devon grinned, folding one arm over his waist and then bowing. "Add as you might wish."

The air temperature dropped suddenly as he concentrated. Fog was falling, becoming frost to slick the walls and floors. Dripping moisture slowed and drew long as tiny icicles struggled to form. It was not quite that freezing point yet, no. The perfect temperature for snow was above freezing. In fact, snow was some of nature's greatest art.

A myriad different patterns started as the tiniest of flurries falling from near the ceiling. They grew larger as tiny gusts pushed and pulled them into drifts until it was literally snowing at the rolling cloud of trapped moisture at the top floor. Snow fell through that center hole all the way down to the ground.

Water dripped more freely along the broken roof. Luckily, warm air rose.

"Hey that might help my flying actually, I'm always worried about using wind but warm air always rises. It helps facilitated bringing moisture to the atmosphere. Maybe I can use that," Devon nodded.

The black eyed Will looked to the Wisp, "Ya like?"

"I love," Juliette enthused with a wide grin as she reached out to towards some of the falling flakes. It didn't matter that it wasn't really a thing of nature; it was a thing of beauty.

She had always liked snow. It covered the dirt and filth that occurred when the leaves passed the point of being beautiful and began to rot. It was a fresh start, a segway into the new year, and best of all, it reflected sunlight beautifully. Though it did make her wish she had brought a jacket, or at least something a little warmer than a long-sleeved shirt. 
 
"I remember the first time I ever saw snow," she began on a tangent. "I grew up in Georgia, and it rarely ever snows there. But there was this snowstorm when I was about ten or so, and everyone panicked. I just remember standing outside looking up at it, wishing that it could happen more often."

Juliette resumed her grin and shook her head, watching a snowflake melt on the tip of her finger. "But then I moved to where it snowed nonstop from November until April, and it lost a little bit of it's allure. Only a little bit, though. The first snowfall still has a special place in my heart."

"Anyway, sorry about the tangent. I'm sure you have lots of weather-related anecdotes of your own," she smiled. It was difficult to take her eyes off of the snowflakes as they fell to the ground, only to meet their end. 

"Many I guess," Devon said, looking away and up into the cascading snow sheets falling in the center of the building. His voice quickly took on a somber tone, "Unfortunately most of those strong memories are not pleasant ones."

"Many people attribute various emotions or behaviors to the weather. Sunshine is fun, rain is somber, snow is peaceful or in your case wondrous. I try to keep, to remember those feelings in my work because my emotions influence my abilities," Devon explained. "However, that's also why some of my strongest tales involving the weather are sad."

"I caused a tornado when I was young. It came out of nowhere and downed my parents' plane. They did not survive. I heard that news and then one struck my school," Devon frowned. "I didn't know what I was doing, that I was responsible. I didn't understand mutant powers at the time." He stuck his hand into the snow and willed a spiraling breeze to bring it encircling around him.

"But I did learn, I did practice," Devon nodded, looking back to Firefly. "I believe that's why few understand control and study the way I do, the value and impact of your emotions. Granted that's probably why people don't push the way I do, let alone why I chose psychology as my career." A corner of his mouth rounded up as he tried to grin. The snowflakes encircling him drifted upward and then rejoined the rest, falling lazily to the ground.

"If the weather makes you feel a certain way, for me it's a two way street."

She had been expecting a story of similar weight to come out of Devon's mouth, but instead, she was caught quite off guard.

Juliette looked straight ahead at the snow falling and listened silently as Devon spoke. He had a rough go of things; there was no doubt about it. Dead parents seemed to be a common thread that linked the mutants that she met, including herself, but his story was in a category of its own.

"I'm sorry," Juliette said quietly into the snow. She stood up and looked towards him silently. She wasn't sure at what point her condolences would be too much, since everyone had their own limit. She knew from personal experience that it was a steep slope from apologetic to pitying, and she didn't want to cross that line.

"You've done a good job with things," she noted stepping closer to the edge of the platform, "really. What you've done with the Sanctuary is incredible, and the amount of care you put into learning about your own power is really admirable."

The snow was distracting. She couldn't help but hold out her hand and watch it collect for just a minute before it melted away.

"Thanks," Tempest said with a sudden, wide grin. "You have to take care of yourself before you can help others. Sanctuary needed it and I enjoy it," he nodded slowly. The smile fell again as he gazed up into the snow. "Sorry for getting heavy there. Snow reminds me of my family. The Holidays I guess."

The mutant squinted, pulling more moisture into the building through the hole in the ceiling. There was a small rumble as the competing pressure temperature systems collided. The snow increased to a steady, wetter, and larger snow fall. He bent down and drew an open palm across the collecting snow. "So this can go two ways..." he turned back to Juliette.

"I likely will have to stop soon so I don't impact the local area too much but, we need to decide: do we practice seeing how mutable you can be through the solid water particulates or do we have a snowball fight?" He chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, "Though I could probably throw snowballs at you while you were discorporated too. Your choice!"

Tempest lifted his hand, revealing the snowball just waiting to be thrown.

She nodded, reassured and at the same time a little put off by Devon's grin. Snow was the kind of thing that brought up memories; she knew that well. Juliette returned his smile warily, and thought about his proposition for quickly.

"Well there's really only one clear option," Juliette grinned, her tone suggesting that the answer was an obvious one. "Those who pass up snowball fights are living their lives wrong."

She switched forms and readied herself for a fight. The snow continued to swirl around her, but as soon as the snowflakes touched her they melted. "Though, I am at a disadvantage, considering I can't really form a snowball in this form."

>> "Well there's really only one clear option," Juliette grinned, her tone suggesting that the answer was an obvious one. "Those who pass up snowball fights are living their lives wrong."

“I heartily agree,” Devon chuckled. He paused as she shifted forms and then he continued, “And yes, you may be at a disadvantage. Consider it a test or training for shifting forms quickly, pack up some snow, toss, and then shift again. Help with a combo of offense and defense, right?”

His eyes swirled with darkness as snowflakes spun in the air around him and gathered moisture as snow built up at his feet. He quickly swept down, pulled up a ball and tossed it at her fire flies. “Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge!” The wind kicked up, sweeping through different levels and sending snow flying creating a little obscurement as Firefly’s light made it glow.

Tempest pulled snow and ice form the air and collected it as the wind flung him up the next level, “Yeah!” His cheerful hollering was accompanied by increasing snow as the conflicting air temperatures continued to fog the highest level. Another snowball flew at the collection of lights. “Dodge and return fire!”

>>“Dodge and return fire!"

Juliette grinned as she let the first snowball hit her, having only raised her arm to protect herself. She could feel it hit her, but it did little more than that, as it quickly melted upon contact. She switched forms once again at Devon's instruction, and gathered some of the snow around her.

The cold greeted her first. It was stronger after being in her light form, more apparent than before. She shivered and then grinned, feeling her cheeks grow rosy. It felt just like a real snowball fight. Juliette bent down and gathered some of the snow at her feet and looked around for her companion.

He had switched levels, making himself a more difficult target. She aimed blindly, attempting to throw in an arc so that it might hit him, and then was greeted by another snowball. She yelped as it hit her, feeling the cold stronger than ever.

"Oh, now it's on!" She yelled up at the weather manipulator, shifting again to fly up to the level he was on. She landed steadily, switched, and readied another snowball.  

A snowball caught him at the shoulder- or at least would have were it not for the shifting winds around him. She’d been closed… His eyes narrowed. Too close.

“Was that a wild shot?!” Tempest shouted with a laugh and a grin.

>> "Oh, now it's on!"

“Winter is coming!” Tempest replied as he saw the light of her flow through the snow and up to his level. He kept the snow coming as he knelt down and started forming another few snowballs. He saw her land and tossed again and again.

More flew his way, a couple catching him at the arm and one almost at his head. “Maybe I’ll go as Jack Frost for Halloween,” he chuckled. With that the wind shifted and snow blew her way as he sent another couple snowballs at her.

"Definitely not," Juliette called back in a sing-song voice, matching his grin now that she could see him face-to-face. She had clearly almost hit him, but missed because of winds. A cheap move, but she would let it slide. She had a couple of things up her own sleeve.

Juliette let the rapid-fire snowballs make contact, intending to wait him out while she could think of some sort of viable counter. The snow hit her, but it did no damage, instead melting away almost instantly. The snow that had gathered near where she was standing had melted in the same fashion. 

After a minute or so, she switched forms and then ducked away behind a support beam. She bent down and began to form snowballs and gather them in her arms. She jumped out suddenly and returned the courtesy of rapid fire. 

"Alright, but you have to go all out. I want to see bleached hair, man." Juliette grinned over the sound of the flying snowballs, trying to imagine Devon as Jack Frost.