<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017.  Early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colossus, Wolverine, Legion, Cyclops, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Teasing.<br/><hr/><br/>“We must force them out of the building.  Perhaps placing the hostages in the vault to keep them safe would be the shortest route and the safest course of action.  People with our abilities fighting will lead only to their demise.  Taking them each outside to the alley will lead to them possibly scattering and is a far longer trip for Shadowcat.  Speed and efficiency are prized for stealth operations.”<br/><br/>Almond eyes peered through the black and purple strands of her hair with an almost wistful look.  Rarely did she operate in teams under The Hand.  Indeed there might be other operatives in the field, but she operated alone alongside them.  Of course in The Hand there was no individuality and likely she had been simply another cog in their wheel.  Eyes slipped toward Wolverine with a silent acknowledgment of her statement.  The woman wanted blood and Psylocke saw little reason to keep her wish at bay.<br/><br/>“I think we should follow the wishes of girl sc…Cyclops.”  There was a slight inclination of her head to give a sign of respect, though the smirk on her mouth indicated the other nickname would persist outside of training.  “This is an exercise after all and I think you have someone wishing for leadership in our presence.  I will remain alongside Shadowcat though to decipher friend from foe.  Were I the villain here than I would hide amongst the hostages as a plant to turn our plan against us at the end.”<br/><br/>“Perhaps let Cyclops start negotiations with our wayward brethren first to allow us time to move into position.  A show of force at the front should be enough to draw their attention without tearing the building down on our heads as we work.  Should things deteriorate inside I will indicate as such.”<br/><br/>Psylocke extended her hand forward.  Digits were twisted into an odd configuration.  Kwannon was tied to traditional gestures and signs of her clan.  Such a tradition was hard to shake even now and eased the telepathic abilities she could command.  Constrained for so long Psylocke felt them blossoming with each day here, but still felt in her infancy.  Yet her voice echoed inside the minds of those gathered.<br/><br/><strong><em>Like this.</em></strong><br/>