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[Bobby's looking pretty obviously worried here. He's just read Kloe's post, and the note from the previously unheard from Deior, and he's not happy. He's also not in the barracks. If people might be going violent with others who're stuck out there, he's absolutely not going to hide in the barracks.]For anyone who's left outside the barracks - if

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Bobby-

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[He's okay, so that's good, that's definitely good.

And she's not going to be hiding in the barracks either. This is serious, and in fact--]

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Where are you?

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[And Bobby's expression is filled with utter relief about now.]

I'm in the orchard, just outside the first floor of the keep. Where are you?

[Audio] Tell me if this isn't okay

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[There's a good amount of thumping - boots hitting the floor, maybe]

I'm - ow - here--

[She stumbled, then bursts out the doors of the Keep and barrels towards the orchards - watch it Bobby, incoming hugs from blue freaks.]

[Commentlog] Totally okay! :D

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[Pfft. Bobby doesn't accept hugs from blue freaks. He does accept them from pretty blue Ravens, though, so it's a good thing she's not a freak.

He hugs her back, arms wrapping around her tight.]

I am so freaking glad you're okay.

[Commentlog] :D

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[She is not letting go anytime soon - Bobby is getting the Raven grip of death right about now. Her arms encircle him and she hugs him just as tight. She is so, so relieved to see that he’s okay.]

I’m so glad you’re okay. [She’s closest to him here, she can not even entertain the thought of-] I thought-

[Nope. Not entertaining it, just hugging him tighter.]

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[Bobby is pretty okay with this particular grip of death. He'd had plenty of time to worry between reading Kloe's post, making his own, and hearing from her. He wasn't entirely sure what he would have done if Raven had been sick. But she's not. She's okay, and she's here.

When she hugs him closer, he shifts slightly, absently smoothing a gloved hand over her hair. He'd ditched his medieval clothes for his uniform - if he was going to be potentially fending off zombie attacks, he wanted the extra protection it offered.]

Yeah, I probably thought it, too. Not the best of things to open your journal and see.

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[Raven hadn’t been lucky enough to be gifted with a uniform - she’d arrived in everyday clothing as opposed to something pretty groovy. Still, she’d managed to make do with what she’d found. She’d found leggings, soft leather boots and a tunic and vest that she’d managed to alter to fit her. It wasn’t the best, but it was closer to her body and not as free flowing and easy to grab as anything else she’d managed to procure.]

No. Not at all. [It’s on impulse that she leans into brush her lips to his cheek, lingering for a moment before leaning back to give him a once over as she pretended that absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired. She gave him a stern look, resting gloved hands on his shoulders.]

Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?

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[...right. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. Surprise flashes briefly across his expression, and then he's grinning at her. It's possible there's the smallest hint of a flush, but it's gone quickly.

Okay, yeah, he can totally pretend nothing out of the ordinary happened, too. He forces his grin down into a more subdued smile, which becomes easier as he registers her question.]

Yeah. I'm good. No symptoms or anything. Just, you know, worried. What about you? You're feeling okay, right?

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[She hadn't exactly thought her actions through, but she's flooded with relief when she sees that he doesn't seem to be disgusted or repelled by her appearance or what she had done.

It makes her expression light up, if just for a fraction of a moment.]

Yeah, I'm good - not sick or anything, just kind of freaked out.

[She eyed his uniform.]

...Nice digs.

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[Expression lighting up is definitely good. Bobby's pretty sure they could both do with a little lighting up right then.]

Okay. Good. Not freaked out, that's not good, but the not being sick part.

[That gets a small laugh.]

You're the second person to comment on them, you know. It's my uniform back home. We use 'em for power training and stuff. The extra protection comes in handy.

[And, well, for saving the world, but that can be included in the 'stuff' part.]

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Same for you. The not being sick thing, I mean.

[Power training, huh? She arches a brow and gives the material on his arm a light tug.]

Yeah? You out stopping wars, saving the world, too?

[Cause she's training to do the same thing. Funny how that works.]

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[He smiles slightly at the raised brow.]

Something like that. We do what we can, anyway. It's just my night job, though. By day, I mess around with math.

[Yeah about that. Small world, isn't it? Worlds. Whatever.]

[Commentlog] here we go!

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You sound like a super hero.

[Course, they all could be, right? Abilities and all, gearing up to stop a missle crisis...

She grins, suddenly wondering if he'd find her idea as silly as Erik and Charles had.]

I know a few others kinda like me back home, we all came up with codenames. My brother and Erik didn't like theirs, but...

[She smoothed her tunic, and batted her lashes.]

I'm Mystique. I think it fits, don't you? So for as long as I'm like this, you're totally only allowed to call me that. No Raven. It's like a secret identity or something, okay?