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[ she should probably buck up and make this a video post, she knows that. but it's easier to just talk into the microphone, not worry about her expression, just the tone of her voice. ]

For those that knew him, Charles Xavier is gone. The one that arrived in the seventh jump, um, oh-oh-seven, one-four-seven. I've been trying to get in contact with him for a little while now, over the past few weeks, but today the messages started bouncing back, saying the number doesn't exist. That means that's it, right?

[ there's too many possibilities, too many things could have happened, and none of them are any better or less terrifying than the last. she figured he was busy in the labs all this time, needed time alone after Erik left, but who knows? maybe he'd been lost. and she didn't do anything, she didn't look. not beyond the 'safe' parts of the ship. he could be dead, lost his communicator along the way. the weight of the things she doesn't know is making her chest feel tight all over again. ]

We should-

I just know, I know Charles wouldn't have gone wandering around the off-limit parts of the ship, especially by himself. He's smarter than that. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that we might need to look for a body. Not! Not that I think someone hurt him, I just- something must have happened, some kind of accident. Or- I dunno.

I have no idea where to look. Or who should even be looking, I don't want to put that responsibility on anyone, I'm not expecting anyone to or anything. I'm just trying to figure out how to handle this. [ she's starting to sound detached, nothing like her usual tone. her eyes blur. ]

If somebody could just come with me for one more look around the ship, I'd appreciate it a lot.

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thanks, Sirius.

[And true to his word: in five minutes, on time (a rare thing, except when it really matters), there's a knock at the door. Sirius even waits with certain politeness, the only hint of his nerves in the way that he's tapping his wand against his leg.]

[ she's not surprised when he knocks on the door, but she still starts, like time had stalled out for a while then all caught up at once. that's what it feels like right now, definitely. stop and go, crawl and rush. Raven's never been one to stress out over anything. at home she had a chip on her shoulder, the burden of always having to hide, but she was never this... angry. never had a reason to be. she doesn't know how to deal with it.

so she's quick to answer the door, blue under her Tranquility jumpsuit, a weird kind of smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. what do I do? ]

Hey. Um. [ she blinks, tries to shake off her nerves but it's not happening ] Did you wanna come in? Or walk around. I don't really have a plan or anything...

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[He glances quickly at her face--not that he's the best at reading expressions, and hers is a weird one anyway. The blueness of her skin isn't what's weird, it's the set of her mouth and the look in her eyes--and so Sirius first clasps her on the arm, bracingly, the same way he might clasp Remus or James or Peter on the arm. Possibly inappropriate to comfort a girl that way--you're meant to do soft hugs, right?--but this is what he's best at, quick gruffness and then action.]

We'll walk around. This ship cocks everything up, it's impossible to do any really useful magic when it comes to finding people--but walking around would help, anyway.

He was one of the science-y ones, wasn't he? So we'll start there. [And he drops his arm, with a quick little smile.] Come on. You're in luck, I always have a plan.

[ it's odd, she wasn't really sure what to expect from Sirius in this kind of situation, she knew he was there for her as a friend, but they had done a pretty decent job of avoiding anything too serious during most of their conversations. but then this, the whole situation, was absolutely shattering it. the shiny exterior of the friendship, anyway. it wasn't just all fun anymore. not that that was a bad thing. so when she feels his grip on her arm, certain and reassuring, she's kinda glad for it. there's no question marks behind it, no reason to guess. normally she likes those kinds of games, but right now she's sure she couldn't handle it.

she nods, steps into the hallway a little more and lets her door slide shut behind her. ]

Let's check the labs then, yeah. He worked on the second floor, I think. Maybe the third.

[They set off--not quickly, necessarily, but more the pace of people with somewhere to be. Direct, even if there's nothing really to be direct about; they aren't sure that they're going to find anything. Beneath all his stubbornness and optimism, Sirius acknowledges that uncertainty. But they have to look. Better to have looked than to always wonder, which he'd say if that wasn't saying too much.

Instead, he taps his wand against the side of his leg, both a thoughtful and nervous sort of gesture.]

What did he do in the labs? I mean, it wasn't anything that could have ended badly, could it? [He thinks of those mad weird dog beasts that were all over the corridors, and pulls a little face.]

[ Raven kind of notices the tapping, it's kinda hard not to, but she doesn't acknowledge it beyond looking down to see what the movement was. she's nervous too, nervous and a bunch of other things, so it's easy to distract herself with wondering what's on his mind. ]

Charles was a geneticist, so. I doubt it was that, we probably would have heard if there was a mishap with something to do with those things they found in the maze or whatever. [ she chews her lip for a second ] I remember that much. They had, um... DNA, or whatever, from those monsters in the maze. I think they were looking into that.

[DNA. Right. That's... well, whatever, she doesn't seem to be an expert on it, and it's not like they have to discuss DNA or science or anything.]

'Cos they might have been human once. Yeah, I remember hearing about that as well. [A little pause; he's not good at Serious Discussions, it'd be better if there were something to actually do instead of just walk to an empty lab.] He's, er. Your brother, isn't he?

Mhm! Not by blood, but we grew up together. [ Raven likes... talking, in general, she's good at rambling to keep the conversation from slowing down too much. anything to avoid an awkward pause. but she also can recognize when somebody isn't used to it, so. ] Do you have any brothers? Or sisters. ..Or not-related-but-grew-up-together siblings?

[Oh, what a good topic. This is what he gets for bringing up siblings. And there are a hundred dark and scowling tangents to go on here, but Sirius forces himself away from them and instead barks an amused laugh.]

It's more 'related-but-wish-we-weren't', in my case. One brother, if you can call him that, and I very much wish someone would take him off my hands. [Which might be the wrong sort of joke to make at someone whose brother has in fact disappeared but whatever.] Was it just you two or are there more siblings-by-choice?

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