<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>(14:15 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, Oracle, Sunpyre, Mainfold<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The danger room.<br/><br/>He'd heard stories about it.  Now he was going to experience it.  He couldn't keep the grin off his face.  It didn't matter.  Most of his face was hidden by a mask he'd fashioned from his own feathers.  Much of his armour was made of he same material.  It was light and flexible and gave him significant protection, while still allowing him to fly.  He hoped it would stand up to whatever the danger room was going to throw at them.<br/><br/>Having Psylocke as their guide to the danger room was going to be both a blessing and a curse.  She was stunning.  That of course meant she was a distraction.  He tried to keep his eyes off her ass.  Getting caught staring would certainly not go over well.<br/><br/>"Miss Braddock? Is the danger room large enough to fly in?  It's sort of my thing," Christopher added, extending the dark feathered wings that until that point he'd kept folded against his back.  Flying wasn't his only thing but if he was supposed to stand and go toe to toe with anybody, he'd lose.  He might be agile and be skilled at martial arts but he was barely five feet tall and weighed under a hundred pounds.  Once he was in the air, the story changed.  He was the Shrike and if he was in the air, in any battle he'd be the victor.<br/><br/>Ah, the arrogant confidence of youth.