"My pleasure, Uanaume. And thank you for agreeing to this...your assistance may make the difference between life and death."
Erik looks wonderingly at his hand after the handshake, watching the sparks dance and ripple over his arm before fading.
"We shall all meet for a training session tomorrow evening, the better to hone our skill at working together. In the meantime, I would not be averse to seeing you come up with a new uniform."
Erik has this speech all but memorized...whether X-Man, Acolyte, or member of the Brotherhood, most of the mutants who've worked under him have balked at the idea of wearing a gaudy, brightly-colored suit into battle. But he and Charles had worked out the need for "tights" well in advance, even before their decidedly non-amicable split.
"You see, costumes set us apart in battle, help keep us recognizable to each other, and give our enemies something to remember instead of our faces. And thanks to Reed Richards' unstable molecule generator, the clothing can be light as cloth, but strong as body armor. Select something that stands out...and on that note, perhaps a new code name to fight under. What do you think of...Tempest?"