*3*
Hellooo, I realise no one is reading this, but I'm actually quite enjoying this, so I'm gonna keep writing anyway :D
Still, if you do actually read it, a review would be great. Any review would be better than my brothers considering he's
meeean about my ideas *gonads him*. Also, review to tell me if you think I should involve romance between Raia and an
X-men, or just have her flirting left right and everywhere? OR should I have a lame rivalry for her attentions thing
going? That's already kinda going to happen with Aidan, but with X-men characters? And if so, who? Either way, enjoy.
You know the drill, own no X-men, Marvel Marvel Marvel, whine whine whine, wish I did etc.
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"Would you two just shut the Hell up?!" Orora hissed quietly, after having endured an entire journeys worth of Logan and
Scott's snipey banter "I swear you two are this close to being a married couple!" she said, raising an eyebrow and
smirking at Logan's look of disgruntlement. "Even if I was that way inclined I hoped you'd credit me with better taste
'Rora." muttered Logan quietly. Orora smiled to herself as she carried on moving stealthily up the stairs to the second
floor motels. Maintaining contact with the Professer,they had established that the girl was sleeping the night here.
Storm felt a sudden pang of loss as she thought of how this was the first time the X-men had been on a mission together
without Jean. Every now and then, things just as stupid, as simplistic as this, induced a slow swelling of misery that
she always felt she had to clamp down. Just finding an old book that Jean had let her borrow that she had never had the
time to give back had resulted in her biting back tears in front of an entire class room of the children. It was not yet
right to grieve. At least not in public. Such thoughts did not stop her missing Jean, the best friend, the one she
shared her problems with, her life with. After so long of having felt alone, not just as a mutant but as a female mutant,
she had found someone who had shared the same problems of discrimination. All lost. 'Now I'm left to handle these idiotic
men on my own." she thought wryly, glancing back to check if they were keeping up. It was well after one o'clock in the
morning, and the entire place was deathly silent save for a TV blaring loudly in the last motel room to the left. Logan
suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. "One-eye wasn't even kidding. I can smell her." he said,eyes roving up and down
the doors. "And she's not alone."
The silence was abruptly broken when a door several feet up was smashed open and a man came flying out of it backwards,
flipping over the railing with the momentum he possessed, and falling to the floor with a loud and sickening crunch.
Scott winced "Think he's alive?" he whispered to Logan "Doubt it." said Logan, sounding utterly disinterested, his mind
focused solely on the smell of their target. He stepped in front of Storm in an unconscious display of misogynistic
chivalry which she was unsure whether she should be flattered or insulted by. She glanced back to see that Scott had
retreated down the stairs to check on the man. Inching forward, Logan peered around the splintered frame of the door.
The woman was lying in the bed in a vest top, one leg slung over the top of the sheets,seemingly totally dead to the
world. One of her hands was tangled absentmindedly in her purple, braided hair, but as Storm crossed over the doorframe,
momentarily blocking out the light, the hand lazily unwound itself. Both Logan and Storm started as her eyes flickered
open. The eyes the colour of burnt gold surveyed them with a sleepy disinterest. "What do you want?" she said quietly,
for all her quietness this one sentence speaking volumes of control and calm confidence. "Raia Sullivan?" asked Storm,
cautiously stepping in to the room. Raia's entire lack of concern that strangers were entering her motel room was
quite disturbing "Last time I checked, but you might wanna look at the label on my jeans. That normally helps me out
when I can't remember." she replied flippantly, her eyes closing again as she rolled on to her back, stretching and
arching her spine out from the bed luxuriously. Logan took in the blatant display and was more worried by the fact that
he acknowledged her body than whether she had intended him to or not. At this point Scott entered also, "He'll be ok,
broken leg but I've called an ambulance. We'll have to be out of here by then." he did a doubletake at the fact that
Raia seemed to be continuing to sleep through all this. "You guys cops or something? The guy was trying to rob me,
simple as that. You should be interrupting his sleep on the asphalt instead of my sleep in here." she said, opening her
eyes again. "We're not cops." said Storm, knowing that she wasn't alone in being annoyed by this girls increasingly
off-hand attitude. "Good. I didn't think Cops went for catsuits. Hey Goggles, mind passing me my jeans?" she said,
flipping the sheet back and nodding to some jeans thrown on the chair behind Scott. He threw them over and she caught
them easily "Thanks. I don't do free peep shows." she said, raising a sarcastic eyebrow before wriggling into the jeans.
"We're from Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He's concerned about your mutant capabilities, and would
like you to return with us." continued Storm, ignoring her urge to laugh as upright Scott bristled at being inadvertently
called a pervert. It was now Raia's turn to stiffen as she sharply span and sat up on the bed, her eyes flicking across
their faces. Her own face noticeably hardened and it was more than apparent she was now taking the situation seriously.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a mutant." she said, her voice brisk and not allowing any argument.
Logan rolled his eyes, his own doubts having been blown to smoke as soon as he'd caught her scent. "We know you are
a mutant lady, so don't try and play around." he said, the words coming out far more antagonistic than even he meant them to.
She grinned at him now in a way which was sure as Hell not friendly, and he tensed himself, aware that this could get
aggressive very quickly. "I never play around buddy." she said, her tone quietly malicious. As Logan took in her
expression he couldn't help but inwardly agree with that. The poor kid looked like she'd never had a good time in her
whole life. "So why are you still here? I just told you I'm not a mutant, so you'd better get out before the nice
happy sleepy haze wear's off and I get mighty mad." she continued, standing upright and pulling on a shirt and then a
jacket. "There's no point in arguing. We know you're a mutant, you know you're a mutant, and you're going to go to
Westchester eventually, whether we take you there or not." said Cyclops firmly, staring her down through his red vision.
"Westchester, really? So that's who was poking around inside my head a couple of days ago." she said, smiling ruefully
as she picked up her bag. "So what's your Professor want? And if he's such a big honcho why didn't he come and get me
himself? Maybe then he'd realise what a mistake he's making." she said, throwing several of her braids over her shoulder
with a toss of her head. "He's in a wheelchair." growled Logan in blatant annoyance. "And he wants to help you. His
school helps mutants who need a place to go and can't handle their powers."
Her expression remained blank with regard to this, the idea of an entire school of mutants, who could accept and love
one another, seeming so unreal that it didn't even shake the bindings of her iced-over heart. "He has an entire school
of mutants? What do they do all the time?" she said, looking at Cyclops and Storm now, dragging her attention away from
the irritable looking hairy guy. "We educate them. Surely you can understand how hard it is for a mutant to get an
education when most of the world is terrified of them..." began Cyclops "You're forgetting yourself Goggles, like I said,
I'm not a mutant, so why should I know?" she interrupted, the sharp note returning to her voice. The group were
beginning to get the feeling that this was not a topic they would be able to gain much ground on. "Maybe your Professor
should be doing something a little more active with his school. Like helping other mutants." she said, eyes flaring for
a moment with what could only be described as passionate conviction. Logan noted for the first time something that
actually seemed to animate those burnt eyes of hers. "Why d'you think we came for you?" he said harshly, not liking
her hostile attitude in the slightest. "Chuck tries to teach all the kids the importance of co-existing. He tries to
create harmony between people like us and them. Even more than that he tries to protect normal humans, which is more
than most of them deserve, from the mutants out there who try to destroy them." Scott gave Orora a surprised look and
then a small smile. It seemed like Logan had taken on the ideals of the X men team if the strong tone of his voice was
anything to go by. For the first time in this affair, Raia did not reply instantly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she
looked Logan over in an almost contemplative manner. There was a stretched silence in which they simply stared each
other down. Finally Raia snapped out of it and slung her bag on her shoulder once more. "Your professor sounds like an
interesting man. But regardless, that's your fight,not mine. If you're not leaving I am." she continued, heading for
the door only to be blocked by Logan. "So you're the trousers and he's the mouth then?" she said, twisting a smirk at
him. "We're just trying to help." he said. Her gaze flicked to behind him and a small, but certainly more genuine
smile, flitted across her mouth "Took you long enough."
Turning sharply, Logan found a group of about five people standing behind him, expressions stern and certainly not
friendly. At their head was a tall, muscularly built man with close-cropped brown hair. He was wearing a long trench
coat over his shoulders, and now stepped back in an impromptu bow, eyes fixed on Raia. "Is there a problem?" he asked,
not even hiding his hostile up-down of Logan and Cyclops in turn. "No. No problem. It's good to see you all, everyone
ok?" she said to the group in general, receiving a multitude of replies all in the affirmative. A girl who only looked
about fourteen, who was skinny almost to the point of being emaciated, stepped forward, her hollow eyes taking in the
X-men. "They haven't hurt you have they?" she said, so softly it was hard to hear her. "No Amp, I'm fine." said Raia,
the ice that perforated even her eyes melting slightly.
Cyclops assessed the situation, and their likelihood of getting out of this with Raia and no violence was probably on
the scale of slim to none. This group of most likely mutants looked more than ready and willing to start causing
anarchy if given the chance. Three guys and two girls, one guy being damn close to seven foot tall, and the others not
exactly short of muscles. Xavier had mentioned nothing about this girl having an entire band of followers! "It's
time we should be going. Later strangers." she said, nodding at them as she looked to step past Logan again. He
unsheathed his claws and put his arm across the doorway, the claws biting into the already broken frame. Out of the
corner of his eye Logan saw all of the group bristle and settle into fighting stances. The brown haired guy at the head
flicked his trench coat off, revealing not two, but six arms, the four extra ones growing from either side of his
abdomen directly beneath where the normal two were. Flexing them all, he grabbed hold of Logan's collar only to find
Logan's other set of claws placed under his throat.
"Logan that's enough. We didn't come here to fight. Let's go back." ordered Scott, eyes looking over the other mutants
warily. A low growl came out of Logan's throat before he slowly removed his claws from the six-armed mans throat, and
then the doorway. He already had an intense dislike for the man. "Very impressive." commented Raia, nodding down
towards Logan's claws even as he sheathed them. He caught the flash of what could only be jealousy in arm-boy's eyes,
and was not above giving a mildly seductive grin to Raia just to piss him off. "Maybe you should check out what else I
can do sometime." Raia remained deadpan in response to this, save for giving a little chuff of laughter. "Come on.
We're leaving. And Raia, Professor Xavier's offer stands. If you ever need to get to us, you'll be able to find your
own way there." said Storm,stepping past them all. "Duly noted." Raia replied, giving the eight foot tall mutant a
cautionary look when he looked about to step in their way. He instantly backed down, and Scott noted a glow in the
huge man's hands fading as he allowed them to pass.
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"Fascinating people..." said Raia quietly to herself as the others loaded her things in to one of the cars they had
brought. Aidan, ever by her side, pricked up his ears "Sorry Raia?" "Interesting people. Especially the Kitty..." she
continued, smiling wryly and toying with one of her braids.
"The Kitty?"
She glanced at him and grinned, a grin that never quite reached her eyes. "Yeah. Claws, hairy, much growling. Kitty!"
she repeated, before returning back to her own world of contemplation. Aidan set his jaw and distracted himself from
worrying about his leader with ordering the others to hurry up. Amp gingerly stepped forward until she was standing
beside Raia. Without even looking up, Raia absentmindedly put an arm out and gave the girl a gentle pat on the head.
"Hows my toughest soldier doing?" she said, finally snapping out of it to bestow the warmest smile she could ever manage.
Amp gave a hesitant, sweet little smile. "Good. I'm always worried I'm not doing enough to help." she said, eyes
darting nervously around in embarassment. Certainly Amp could not help with the bags, but then she was so tiny. "Hey
of course you're doing enough. It's enough that you're here at all doing what's right, helping the cause. You're as
much a part of the team as any of us." said Raia, giving her an amiable slap on the arm. Amp smiled again now, a smile
utterly beautiful in its total joy and pride. She had received a compliment from Raia! She was part of the team! Raia
felt her heart wince at the total innocence of that smile.
"I wish I could build a world better than this for you. You shouldn't have to hide in the shadows, like me."
The words flew up into the hollow in her chest and she had to grit her teeth to stop them being said. Certain walls had
to be maintained for the sake of preserving the cause as people's priority. Even to those whom Raia considered herself
closest, she remained distant, slightly cool, ever detached. It was necessary, and not simply due to the mission. There
were only so many looks of disgust and rejections a person could take before they stopped knowing how to share
themselves.
"Ok guys lets pack up. We hole ourselves in somewhere for the night so we don't get any more visitors. Then we head
East."
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Hellooo, I realise no one is reading this, but I'm actually quite enjoying this, so I'm gonna keep writing anyway :D
Still, if you do actually read it, a review would be great. Any review would be better than my brothers considering he's
meeean about my ideas *gonads him*. Also, review to tell me if you think I should involve romance between Raia and an
X-men, or just have her flirting left right and everywhere? OR should I have a lame rivalry for her attentions thing
going? That's already kinda going to happen with Aidan, but with X-men characters? And if so, who? Either way, enjoy.
You know the drill, own no X-men, Marvel Marvel Marvel, whine whine whine, wish I did etc.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Would you two just shut the Hell up?!" Orora hissed quietly, after having endured an entire journeys worth of Logan and
Scott's snipey banter "I swear you two are this close to being a married couple!" she said, raising an eyebrow and
smirking at Logan's look of disgruntlement. "Even if I was that way inclined I hoped you'd credit me with better taste
'Rora." muttered Logan quietly. Orora smiled to herself as she carried on moving stealthily up the stairs to the second
floor motels. Maintaining contact with the Professer,they had established that the girl was sleeping the night here.
Storm felt a sudden pang of loss as she thought of how this was the first time the X-men had been on a mission together
without Jean. Every now and then, things just as stupid, as simplistic as this, induced a slow swelling of misery that
she always felt she had to clamp down. Just finding an old book that Jean had let her borrow that she had never had the
time to give back had resulted in her biting back tears in front of an entire class room of the children. It was not yet
right to grieve. At least not in public. Such thoughts did not stop her missing Jean, the best friend, the one she
shared her problems with, her life with. After so long of having felt alone, not just as a mutant but as a female mutant,
she had found someone who had shared the same problems of discrimination. All lost. 'Now I'm left to handle these idiotic
men on my own." she thought wryly, glancing back to check if they were keeping up. It was well after one o'clock in the
morning, and the entire place was deathly silent save for a TV blaring loudly in the last motel room to the left. Logan
suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. "One-eye wasn't even kidding. I can smell her." he said,eyes roving up and down
the doors. "And she's not alone."
The silence was abruptly broken when a door several feet up was smashed open and a man came flying out of it backwards,
flipping over the railing with the momentum he possessed, and falling to the floor with a loud and sickening crunch.
Scott winced "Think he's alive?" he whispered to Logan "Doubt it." said Logan, sounding utterly disinterested, his mind
focused solely on the smell of their target. He stepped in front of Storm in an unconscious display of misogynistic
chivalry which she was unsure whether she should be flattered or insulted by. She glanced back to see that Scott had
retreated down the stairs to check on the man. Inching forward, Logan peered around the splintered frame of the door.
The woman was lying in the bed in a vest top, one leg slung over the top of the sheets,seemingly totally dead to the
world. One of her hands was tangled absentmindedly in her purple, braided hair, but as Storm crossed over the doorframe,
momentarily blocking out the light, the hand lazily unwound itself. Both Logan and Storm started as her eyes flickered
open. The eyes the colour of burnt gold surveyed them with a sleepy disinterest. "What do you want?" she said quietly,
for all her quietness this one sentence speaking volumes of control and calm confidence. "Raia Sullivan?" asked Storm,
cautiously stepping in to the room. Raia's entire lack of concern that strangers were entering her motel room was
quite disturbing "Last time I checked, but you might wanna look at the label on my jeans. That normally helps me out
when I can't remember." she replied flippantly, her eyes closing again as she rolled on to her back, stretching and
arching her spine out from the bed luxuriously. Logan took in the blatant display and was more worried by the fact that
he acknowledged her body than whether she had intended him to or not. At this point Scott entered also, "He'll be ok,
broken leg but I've called an ambulance. We'll have to be out of here by then." he did a doubletake at the fact that
Raia seemed to be continuing to sleep through all this. "You guys cops or something? The guy was trying to rob me,
simple as that. You should be interrupting his sleep on the asphalt instead of my sleep in here." she said, opening her
eyes again. "We're not cops." said Storm, knowing that she wasn't alone in being annoyed by this girls increasingly
off-hand attitude. "Good. I didn't think Cops went for catsuits. Hey Goggles, mind passing me my jeans?" she said,
flipping the sheet back and nodding to some jeans thrown on the chair behind Scott. He threw them over and she caught
them easily "Thanks. I don't do free peep shows." she said, raising a sarcastic eyebrow before wriggling into the jeans.
"We're from Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He's concerned about your mutant capabilities, and would
like you to return with us." continued Storm, ignoring her urge to laugh as upright Scott bristled at being inadvertently
called a pervert. It was now Raia's turn to stiffen as she sharply span and sat up on the bed, her eyes flicking across
their faces. Her own face noticeably hardened and it was more than apparent she was now taking the situation seriously.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a mutant." she said, her voice brisk and not allowing any argument.
Logan rolled his eyes, his own doubts having been blown to smoke as soon as he'd caught her scent. "We know you are
a mutant lady, so don't try and play around." he said, the words coming out far more antagonistic than even he meant them to.
She grinned at him now in a way which was sure as Hell not friendly, and he tensed himself, aware that this could get
aggressive very quickly. "I never play around buddy." she said, her tone quietly malicious. As Logan took in her
expression he couldn't help but inwardly agree with that. The poor kid looked like she'd never had a good time in her
whole life. "So why are you still here? I just told you I'm not a mutant, so you'd better get out before the nice
happy sleepy haze wear's off and I get mighty mad." she continued, standing upright and pulling on a shirt and then a
jacket. "There's no point in arguing. We know you're a mutant, you know you're a mutant, and you're going to go to
Westchester eventually, whether we take you there or not." said Cyclops firmly, staring her down through his red vision.
"Westchester, really? So that's who was poking around inside my head a couple of days ago." she said, smiling ruefully
as she picked up her bag. "So what's your Professor want? And if he's such a big honcho why didn't he come and get me
himself? Maybe then he'd realise what a mistake he's making." she said, throwing several of her braids over her shoulder
with a toss of her head. "He's in a wheelchair." growled Logan in blatant annoyance. "And he wants to help you. His
school helps mutants who need a place to go and can't handle their powers."
Her expression remained blank with regard to this, the idea of an entire school of mutants, who could accept and love
one another, seeming so unreal that it didn't even shake the bindings of her iced-over heart. "He has an entire school
of mutants? What do they do all the time?" she said, looking at Cyclops and Storm now, dragging her attention away from
the irritable looking hairy guy. "We educate them. Surely you can understand how hard it is for a mutant to get an
education when most of the world is terrified of them..." began Cyclops "You're forgetting yourself Goggles, like I said,
I'm not a mutant, so why should I know?" she interrupted, the sharp note returning to her voice. The group were
beginning to get the feeling that this was not a topic they would be able to gain much ground on. "Maybe your Professor
should be doing something a little more active with his school. Like helping other mutants." she said, eyes flaring for
a moment with what could only be described as passionate conviction. Logan noted for the first time something that
actually seemed to animate those burnt eyes of hers. "Why d'you think we came for you?" he said harshly, not liking
her hostile attitude in the slightest. "Chuck tries to teach all the kids the importance of co-existing. He tries to
create harmony between people like us and them. Even more than that he tries to protect normal humans, which is more
than most of them deserve, from the mutants out there who try to destroy them." Scott gave Orora a surprised look and
then a small smile. It seemed like Logan had taken on the ideals of the X men team if the strong tone of his voice was
anything to go by. For the first time in this affair, Raia did not reply instantly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she
looked Logan over in an almost contemplative manner. There was a stretched silence in which they simply stared each
other down. Finally Raia snapped out of it and slung her bag on her shoulder once more. "Your professor sounds like an
interesting man. But regardless, that's your fight,not mine. If you're not leaving I am." she continued, heading for
the door only to be blocked by Logan. "So you're the trousers and he's the mouth then?" she said, twisting a smirk at
him. "We're just trying to help." he said. Her gaze flicked to behind him and a small, but certainly more genuine
smile, flitted across her mouth "Took you long enough."
Turning sharply, Logan found a group of about five people standing behind him, expressions stern and certainly not
friendly. At their head was a tall, muscularly built man with close-cropped brown hair. He was wearing a long trench
coat over his shoulders, and now stepped back in an impromptu bow, eyes fixed on Raia. "Is there a problem?" he asked,
not even hiding his hostile up-down of Logan and Cyclops in turn. "No. No problem. It's good to see you all, everyone
ok?" she said to the group in general, receiving a multitude of replies all in the affirmative. A girl who only looked
about fourteen, who was skinny almost to the point of being emaciated, stepped forward, her hollow eyes taking in the
X-men. "They haven't hurt you have they?" she said, so softly it was hard to hear her. "No Amp, I'm fine." said Raia,
the ice that perforated even her eyes melting slightly.
Cyclops assessed the situation, and their likelihood of getting out of this with Raia and no violence was probably on
the scale of slim to none. This group of most likely mutants looked more than ready and willing to start causing
anarchy if given the chance. Three guys and two girls, one guy being damn close to seven foot tall, and the others not
exactly short of muscles. Xavier had mentioned nothing about this girl having an entire band of followers! "It's
time we should be going. Later strangers." she said, nodding at them as she looked to step past Logan again. He
unsheathed his claws and put his arm across the doorway, the claws biting into the already broken frame. Out of the
corner of his eye Logan saw all of the group bristle and settle into fighting stances. The brown haired guy at the head
flicked his trench coat off, revealing not two, but six arms, the four extra ones growing from either side of his
abdomen directly beneath where the normal two were. Flexing them all, he grabbed hold of Logan's collar only to find
Logan's other set of claws placed under his throat.
"Logan that's enough. We didn't come here to fight. Let's go back." ordered Scott, eyes looking over the other mutants
warily. A low growl came out of Logan's throat before he slowly removed his claws from the six-armed mans throat, and
then the doorway. He already had an intense dislike for the man. "Very impressive." commented Raia, nodding down
towards Logan's claws even as he sheathed them. He caught the flash of what could only be jealousy in arm-boy's eyes,
and was not above giving a mildly seductive grin to Raia just to piss him off. "Maybe you should check out what else I
can do sometime." Raia remained deadpan in response to this, save for giving a little chuff of laughter. "Come on.
We're leaving. And Raia, Professor Xavier's offer stands. If you ever need to get to us, you'll be able to find your
own way there." said Storm,stepping past them all. "Duly noted." Raia replied, giving the eight foot tall mutant a
cautionary look when he looked about to step in their way. He instantly backed down, and Scott noted a glow in the
huge man's hands fading as he allowed them to pass.
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"Fascinating people..." said Raia quietly to herself as the others loaded her things in to one of the cars they had
brought. Aidan, ever by her side, pricked up his ears "Sorry Raia?" "Interesting people. Especially the Kitty..." she
continued, smiling wryly and toying with one of her braids.
"The Kitty?"
She glanced at him and grinned, a grin that never quite reached her eyes. "Yeah. Claws, hairy, much growling. Kitty!"
she repeated, before returning back to her own world of contemplation. Aidan set his jaw and distracted himself from
worrying about his leader with ordering the others to hurry up. Amp gingerly stepped forward until she was standing
beside Raia. Without even looking up, Raia absentmindedly put an arm out and gave the girl a gentle pat on the head.
"Hows my toughest soldier doing?" she said, finally snapping out of it to bestow the warmest smile she could ever manage.
Amp gave a hesitant, sweet little smile. "Good. I'm always worried I'm not doing enough to help." she said, eyes
darting nervously around in embarassment. Certainly Amp could not help with the bags, but then she was so tiny. "Hey
of course you're doing enough. It's enough that you're here at all doing what's right, helping the cause. You're as
much a part of the team as any of us." said Raia, giving her an amiable slap on the arm. Amp smiled again now, a smile
utterly beautiful in its total joy and pride. She had received a compliment from Raia! She was part of the team! Raia
felt her heart wince at the total innocence of that smile.
"I wish I could build a world better than this for you. You shouldn't have to hide in the shadows, like me."
The words flew up into the hollow in her chest and she had to grit her teeth to stop them being said. Certain walls had
to be maintained for the sake of preserving the cause as people's priority. Even to those whom Raia considered herself
closest, she remained distant, slightly cool, ever detached. It was necessary, and not simply due to the mission. There
were only so many looks of disgust and rejections a person could take before they stopped knowing how to share
themselves.
"Ok guys lets pack up. We hole ourselves in somewhere for the night so we don't get any more visitors. Then we head
East."
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