<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>(14:35 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>Rush and all they younger students<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Chris caught up with her in a few seconds.  "Amateur," he said with a laugh as he scooped her up from behind.  She was light enough for him to carry without any real difficulty, so he'd be able to maneuver even with her in his arms.  He began to gain altitude.  "Front door or back?" he asked, realizing afterwards that his question might be taken two ways, especially with his hands where they were.<br/><br/>When he'd scooped her up, his hands had found purchase on the easiest thing to get a grip on; her breasts.  It hadn't been intentional and as long as he didn't cop a feel, he would probably survive the faux pas without getting his arms ripped off.  He wasn't sure what her powers were but they could certainly involve the ability to rip his arms off.<br/><br/><em>High metabolism...  she doesn't have speed, otherwise she'd be faster.  Maybe she has an internal engine that just produces energy.  She could do a powerblast or be super strong.  Can't fly.  Energy field?</em><br/><br/>"You don't burst into flames, do you?  Because that would suck fifty feet off the ground."