<br/><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>(14:30 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Front Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wolverine/Magma/Rush/Nightcrawler/Storm/Sunpyre Baby Phoenix  and finally everyone else in the mansion Including Psylocke (whew!)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>He was mildly annoyed that his pinions hadn't even phased the young Pheonix.  They hadn't even made her blink.  He'd need to account for the effect of her thermal updraft, Storm's swirling winds, the price of a coffee in California....  He'd be better off just trying to stick a finger in her eye, rather than sneak a carbon fiber feather through such unpredictable currents with any accuracy.  Maybe combined with a power dive....<br/><br/>Then she was in his head.<br/><br/><em>That</em>was freaky.  She knew what he was thinking, even things he ddn't want to admit.  It was a double edged sword, however.  Whoever she was (Rochelle?  Rachel?) she'd warned him of what she was going to do.  It allowed him to execute a perfectly timed barrel roll, catching the young woman effortlessly.  There was a huge grin on his face as he settled down on the upper gallery and let his finger slide off Adelia's back.  Whoever the flaming, mind reading telekinetic hottie was, she certain had excellent taste in the women she threw at him.<br/><br/>"Psylocke came up out of the basement just before I did so she must have just missed the grand entrance," he said.  "We can look up here<em>and </em>get all the kids out through the back door."  He stuck his head over the railing  "Sunpyre!  We'll do Mexican later!  You look down there.  We've got the upper floor!"<br/><br/>He turned back to Adelia.  "You go that way, I'll go this way.  We can meet back here when everyone's out."  The grin spread.  "I'm Chris," he said.  "I'll see you later."  He causally reached out and pulled the fire alarm.  Then he was gone, wings beating as he headed down the hall, yelling that there was a fire drill.  It was, he figured, the safest way to get everyone out of harm's way.