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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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[ 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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