<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DnjEhia.jpg?1)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Psylocke<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Elizabeth Braddock<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Empire Diner, New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: 6:08 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Colossus, Gambit, Rogue, Nightcrawler, ArchAngel, Beast, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Kitty Pryde, Emma Frost<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ef/c8/e1/efc8e1c3e0506a8806e3be6021ebe810.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Elizabeth had almost missed the email amidst all her others. It had sat nestled between agents begging her to return to the runway and spam. She almost ignored it. When she had opened it, she had only stared at its contents with uneasiness. Conflicting emotions had brought several emotions to the surface. The foremost trepidation. Too many reminders of the past and people who who could dredge up memories she tried hard to forget. In the end, it was the feeling of family that made her sigh. Her own family was a mess and it was hard to be around them but the X-men....they were a family she could not ignore, much like the face that stared back at her in the mirror.<br/><br/>Kwannon's face always looked back reminding her she would never be Betsy Braddock. Hence, her insistence at being called Elizabeth now. Her body was now familiar, her own, but sometimes she felt disconnected to the world. Loss had only made it worse. Relationships were a struggle and heartbreak a dull throb in her chest. If she went to the meeting, she knew wounds would be reopened. But even she knew she had to face things for anything to heal. She had slammed her laptop and threw it across the room, unknowingly putting a little psi force behind it. Even that little bit had shattered it into a million pieces and leaving a dent in the wall.<br/><br/>Elizabeth waited for the tears to come but none came. They had dried up a long time ago. Lately, she had drowned all her angst in her shadows, cutting into the Hand, or anything that reared its ugly head like a silent avenger but really she had just become a vigilante thug. It was not enough and had no purpose. Once upon a time the X-men had purpose. It was that glimmer of hope she clung to and had made her decision. She was tired of being lost and alone. Maybe she needed them more than she realized and it was the worth the risk. She hadn't made a decision but she wanted to give Kitty a chance and if anyone deserved to be heard out, it was Kitty.<br/><br/>Elizabeth found herself outside the diner, fashionably late and fashionably dressed. She maybe a sword toting badass in the wrong body but she still loved the fashion and glamour. When she wasn't attired in her fighting uniform, she was dressed to the nines. A throwback she would not relinquish from her time as someone rich, spoiled, and beautiful. She could see familiar faces through the windows and she almost hailed her taxi to stop but she was ever brave and steeled herself.<br/><br/>The bell rang overhead announcing her entrance and she strode forward as if she was walking the runway with a confidence she didn't really feel. She sat in an open seat and put her sunglasses on her head with a flourish and looked around, solemnly. She could feel the tension like a freshly plucked harp string. She threw up a mental shield just so she could get through this.<br/><br/>"Nice to see you, Kitty. Everyone," she said acknowledging everyone. She nodded to Emma, surprised to see her here at all. Since Logan's death....she didn't even want to think about it. Sometimes she thought she could still feel a resonance of the bond they had shared. It was hardly physical but you couldn't get that close and not feel...something. Death and pain was always a part of being an X-men and here she was, asking for more. They all were.<br/>