Beyond Evolution

News of the missing people had spread through the school like the proverbial wildfire, a cliché term but an applicable one all the same. Disappearances were rarely positive in any instance but at Xavier's they had a whole other meaning, there was a different sort of dread attached to that kind of thing at the School for the Gifted. Some people were doing what they could to try and locate the individuals who had vanished without a trace, and Rahne was one of those; his mutation allowed for a degree of usefulness in cases such as this, when people up and disappeared, and so long as there were trails to follow, he could do his part. But that was the problem. What trails he could find of the vanished few simply up and ended, there was nothing to follow after a certain point, leaving him baffled and frustrated. Rahne liked to help, didn't like to feel useless, wanted to pull his weight and do everything he could to solve the mystery; it was a big part of why he had joined the X-Men, why he had gone through all that training and stepped into battle with the others time after time, regardless of what happened to them in the field.

The weather was only just starting to turn in Westchester, the leaves were beginning to show that edge of fall, but it would be a while before they fell from the branches or the chill really started to form in the air. It wouldn't make much of a difference even then, Rahne wouldn't really notice it, certainly not when he was in wolf form when his tolerance for that chill heightened, thanks in part to his thick pelt. Those thoughts were lazily buzzing through the back of his brain as he loped out of the trees after taking it upon himself to scout to the very edges of the grounds for signs of the missing persons; the search had been fruitless, his tail was flicking back and forth, dissatisfied, little more than a twitch of irritation, not at any of the people who had vanished but at himself. ( Rahne hated dead ends. )


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