<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bringing out the collar<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Cost me my Saturday night.”<br/><br/>Long legs extended beneath her, driving Psylocke upward to a standing position.  Once more the prowling behavior began as she circled the other woman.  One hand fished into her pocket to pull out a dog collar, hoisting it upward to the moonlight to touch as well.  There was some regarding the item before she cast her almond eyes back on the red headed figure.<br/><br/>“Did you even fight or did you just let Laura rush into the fray without even a scratch on them?”<br/><br/>The voice never rose above a whisper.  A throaty whisper that carried itself over the wind with a bone chilling force emerged from red stained lips.  Part of her mind wonder about the stories surrounding Psylocke.  If indeed she had been an assassin even among mutants, if maybe she had killed like people said.  Were she interested in dispelling those rumors; the woman was certainly not starting tonight.  Instead she flung the collar to strike Rahne full in the face.<br/><br/>“You think you have to do anything?  You are a mutant.  Do you think that you can just hide from the world?  Time to fight princess or you are going to wear that collar for the rest of the time I am here.”<br/>