<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ah! Ninjas!<br/><hr/><br/>"Life isn't all 'bout fighting!" Rahne tried to protest, although she was starting to suspect she was preaching to the choir on this matter. "There's more to life than just--"<br/><br/>And once again she was cut off. This woman was fast, and Rahne almost didn't see her move. Her reaction time was pathetic, however, and she didn't manage to so much as flinch until the woman was behind her. Her body tensed and tightened at feeling hot hands press through her clothing. It was only the lack of pain and the lack of a burning smell that kept her from panicking, thinking she was being set aflame. But, afraid of being hurt, she allowed the woman to manipulate her body, nudging and guiding her into the fighting stance she had showed off earlier.<br/><br/>The whisper at her ear sent a shiver down her spine, movement that the woman would easily feel. When a hand set across her throat, Rahne gulped, an leaned her head back to try and avoid the grip--red hair pressed back into the taller woman's chest, her breath shaky. Flashes of rather inappropriate things shot through her mind, and oh she hoped this woman wasn't a psychic...Her breath caught at the kiss to her temple, and then, like that, she was let go.<br/><br/>She shivered again, as the cold night air replaced the body heat that had just left her.<br/><br/>"I...but..." she protested slightly. But Rahne had been long conditioned to obey authority. A reverend's hand, a scientist's instructions, a professor's guidance...and by calling herself a teacher, the woman had made it harder, subconsciously, for Rahne to argue back. "Then...what comes next?" she asked, accent heavy in her shaky voice. She stayed in the stance, at least, and shifted to the balls of her feet. It felt weird, very weird, but...