<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/736x/56/2b/02/562b028b1b521fcad5879958c79921c4--motorcycle-suit-motorcycle-girls.jpg)<br/></div></div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock/Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ruined Grand Stairway of the X-Men Mansion, 2028<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Becoming angry.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop, Kitty, Piotr, Remy, Damian, Monty, Warren, Illyana<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured sans helmet<br/><hr/>"Bloody hell!" Betsy yelled as she kicked some debris on the floor, sending it flying across the foyer. "Illyana, get back here!" She didn't know if Magick could actually hear her or not nor what she would actually do if the Russian mutant/demon queen<em>did</em>return. Right now, she felt like lopping off Magick's sword wielding arm and taking the sword and shoving it where the sun never shined then beating her over the head with the amputated arm.<br/><br/>Betsy had had her fill of alternate timelines and parallel worlds, enough to last anyone ten lifetimes. The one thing she learned was futures like this would<em>always</em>come into existence no matter what. If this was their future and they couldn't change what caused it, then this was their future. If they could stop whatever caused this future, then their world would be safe from this particular ending but<em>this</em>world would continue to exist somewhere in the infinite timelines of the multiverse. In essence, this world was doomed no matter what and there was no guarantee that they would be able to keep their world from sharing the same fate.<br/><br/>On top of all those concerns was the big question; how do they get back to 2018? The way Illyana talked, she brought them here to "show" them something. It only stood to reason she planned to return them, but when and after how many of them had died in this future nightmare? It was fairly short of certain that the world outside the mansion would not be friendly to them and finding any sort of help boarded on the impossible. They were on their own. Two unknowns with their own secrets; four with emotional entanglements that might get in the way and two "buddies" who may or may not trust each other.<br/><br/><em>'Best of British luck.'</em>Betsy cynically thought.<br/><br/>"Well, Kitty. What's our next move?"