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Who: Erik, Charles, Hank and Raven
Broadcast: nah
Action: the Blameless. warning for injury treatment, probably.
When: June 7th, shortly after this

[This is the second time in the span of seven days that Erik has had to pilot a shuttle while his vision isn't a hundred percent. It's almost a pattern, he thinks blearily to himself. Different causes, though. As the shuttle docks with the Blameless, he can't help but blow out a breath.

First step done. Now to get out.]

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You're funny.

[ But Raven does lean over, careful of the just as broken otter in her arms, and rests her head on top of Erik's gently. She rests there, and she breathes in and she closes her eyes, squeezing them shut. ]

Just... Be okay, Erik. Please.

[The gesture surprises him vaguely. He lets out a breath, shutting his eyes. This week is turning out to be a low point on this journey.]

It will take more than this to stop me.

[ It's hard, she thinks, for all of them. They're still trying to stitch themselves together and then they're forced into panic mode by something that shouldn't happen here - and it's awful. It doesn't stop her from feeling, but it makes them all sharp and intense and dangerous. ]

I know that. Still, for me.

[And yet they both know all too well that just because something shouldn't happen doesn't mean it won't. On the contrary, it makes it more likely.]

No promises. I haven't had the best week to start with. [He lets out a sharp huff.] I was careless.

We all got too comfortable. It won't be like that in the future.

[ Raven herself is already preparing to make sure that this never happens again. She doesn't have much concern for the rest of the people that were hurt, but Erik and Charles - she would keep them safe. ]

[He wouldn't agree to being comfortable. Only days ago he'd been hallucinating, locked in a cell of the mind, because his own fears and tics were creeping up on him again. He's been here longer than any of them. Their arrival had eased some of his concerns, but never all of them. He had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. He just hadn't thought it would be the boot of his ship's captain.]

In the future, I doubt it will be the same occurrence. Repetition breeds familiarity, and then we'd be able to learn enough to prevent it happening. If they truly want to test us, they'll do something different next time.

Then we'll be ready for it, Erik.

[ Lifting her head, Raven looks at him, her eyes steeling a little. ]

If you taught me anything it's that while we can't be prepared for everything we can prepare for most things. Whatever comes at us we'll be able to take it down. No one's seen the four of us together, not since Cuba, and things were different then. Now we'll be able to handle it and no one will be able to stop us.

[ She glances down at the otter in her arms and breathes out. ]

I won't let them.

["She still believes" is the thought that crosses his mind. Even standing here wrapped in her false skin, she's prepared to face down whatever threat comes her way, confident in her ability to handle it. It's a bolstering thought.]

Neither will I.

[ Raven is still strong, and there's no denying that. There's something dangerous and wild about her when her blood starts to flow, when she finds something to be passionate about - and, for once, it's violent defence of the people she loves rather than violence for vengeance. It's not entirely unfamiliar to her, but it burns all the same, her head tilting before she forces herself to soften, hesitating for a moment before she leans down and kisses Erik's forehead. ]

No one can take the both of us.

[There's a moment's pause. Deep inside, Erik thinks about insurmountable odds. Times when things can't change, no matter how much solidarity you show. Gods. Monsters. Crawling over to Charles after they'd both been killed.

That was another lifetime. It shouldn't rule this one.]

They would certainly regret it.

[ The odds will likely always be stacked against them; there's no denying that. There's no denying the fact that the world won't ever be truly accepting of mutants and mutant kind, but... They can defend themselves. She and Erik were strong enough to do it, even if Charles and Hank wanted peace and quiet, and if anyone came at them again... She could rise up and be just as dangerous as she had been before.

Still. They could be peaceful too. It was the choice of whatever Atroma threw at them. ]

No one's really seen us fight together before. We were a good team.

Nearly eleven years ago, yes. I think we're rusty on that front.

We can get better.

[ She's already been sparring with Hank. Erik can be next. ]

I am going to have to wait a while. [Lest Hank come down on him with the fury of a thousand nerds for exerting himself while injured.]

You're not really in a fit state to be fighting. [ A pause. ] And we don't really have a proper gym right now.

Have you not been to the one on the Iskaulit?

I have, but I'm not really in the mood to go hanging around there anytime soon.

And why is that.

[ Deadpan: ]

I wonder.

We can't let fear rule us.

I know that. I thought it might be a good idea to let things calm down before I go swinging punches at random people I've just met.

[Isn't that how one meets friends? He concedes the point though, wincing from a flare of pain before replying.]

Yes, I see your point.

You're learning.

[ She says it gently, at least, fondly - because she likes... This part. The casual, gentle sort of banter, the sort of thing she had missed. ]

Get some rest, idiot.

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