<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Shrike.jpg_zpsf93crnmc.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:15 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Psylocke and Mainfold currently, eventually Oracle and Sunpyre<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Christopher couldn't prevent the grin from breaking into a full toothy grin.  "Anything Angel can do, I'm sure I can do," he said, wisely choosing to leave the word 'better' unspoken.<br/><br/><br/>He looked away from Psylocke as a hole in the fabric of the universe opened.  He'd been at the X-mansion just long enough not to be startled by things like that but it didn't mean he wasn't curious about the way other mutant's powers worked.  He tried (and failed) to see what was on the other side of he opening as another teacher stepped through.  What else could somebody so old be?<br/><br/>"Shrike," Christopher replied, completely misinterpreting what the newcomer was saying.  "It's nice to meet you, Goddamn."<br/><br/>Two teachers and him....  Did that mean his first experience with the danger room was going to be a solo session?  It made sense.  How else were they going to be able to gauge the full extent of his abilities?  Psylocke's abilities as a physical combatant were well known, as were her psychic talents; he'd be no match for her.  She was probably here to observe and grade his performance.  He tried not to think about the amount of skin she was showing, the way her body curved, the amount of shin she was showing, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the amount of skin she was showing...<br/><br/>It wasn't helping.  He could feel himself almost drooling as the blood that his brain needed to function went elsewhere.  He really needed to think of something else.  It wouldn't do to sport wood in front of a teacher, especially a psychic, who would be able to tell that he was wondering whether she waxed<em>everything</em>or whether she had a landing strip.  He's probably whack off to that question later.<br/><br/><em>Get your head in the game, Chris.  You know why she's here.  What about him?</em><br/><br/><br/>Goddamn was clearly some form of teleporter, most likely a portal maker.  His name seemed fitting because that exclamation would be appropriate from anyone seeing his abilities manifest for the first time, and 'Holy shit!' and 'What the fuck?' didn't sound anywhere near as usable as a name.  'Omigod!' would have worked too.  His role was likely to evaluate Shrike for his ability to move and remain unpredictable.  There was likely something else as well.  The shorts he was wearing were easily shed, so there was something that his body did that would destroy clothing.  If he thought about what he knew of the man's powers, he should be able to figure it out because what he'd learned about mutations was that powers went in patterns.  You might find a digger with claws but you weren't likely to find a digger who could fly.<br/><br/><em>Let's see....  Portals....  Maybe his power starts at his skin?  No, he's have lost the shorts on the way here and he'd be standing here with his junk hanging out.  Ewww...</em><br/><br/>