<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/>As they all gathered it was apparent that old wounds and warring personalities were going to trike like the rearing heads of cobras. As she sat back, her long legs crossed. She wondered if they were going to beat each other up. Damn, this itching in her head was irritating. She "looked" to see if Emma was messing with her but no. She was about to look outside but then Rogue started in on Emma and THAT was interesting if a bit crass of Rogue. Rogue of course was a spitfire and had a point. Still, they were supposed to be here for Kitty, not air dirty laundry.<br/><br/>Poor Bobby was finally coming out of the closet, something really hard for some people and there was a pissing contest going on. She cast a sympathetic glance to Bobby and smiled at him with a wink. Thankfully, Remy had some words of encouragement for him. Bobby was always a good kid and was growing into a fine man, whoever had his heart would be very lucky.  She did not miss the look he gave Pietro. Gods! What was this itching. It was like something was trying to tell her something. Then Warren walked in. Blaise as ever. Throwing money around as if it were water. She rolled her eyes even as her stomach was rolling and her heart felt stabbed. He was just as handsome as ever if marred by his arrogance. She could only stiffen, planting her feet as if she was going to jump into a fighting stance. She fought to relax. She meant to greet him as curtly as possible but damn her, it was more breathless. "Warren."<br/><br/>Elizabeth could only get that out as  behind her the reason for her itching came to light. Once upon a time, she had linked to Logan with her psionic knife when she had been Lady Mandarin. It really had only cemented their friendship. When he had...died, she thought it was gone with him but silly her, she had held onto the hope then it had faded but lately she had felt an itching. The bond flared the moment he stepped through the door and then it faded. Death wouldn't keep it strong but now, seeing him stunned her. Then guilt descended on her. Her vision blurred with tears. He was alive! She should have known. Realized. She should have been looking for him. Relief was the only thing she felt. When he kissed Emma, she wanted to punch him in the arm for making like John Wayne in the<em>Silent Man</em>. She could only laugh at his audacity.<br/><br/>"Logan, you bastard. You owe me fifty bucks," she said hand on her hips, her voice a bit choked. "Since you rose from the dead, you lost the bet."