<div class="floatleft">(https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/Shalymar/Elliquiy/Female%20Characters/Odette%20Annabel/Psylocke%202_zpsgnislxbk.png)</div><br/><strong>Character</strong>: Elizabeth Braddock | Psylocke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15360692#msg15360692)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the Manor<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Charles Xavier | OPEN<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Elizabeth floated along like a butterfly traveling with the warmth of a summer breeze. She had been searching and searching for that perfect place to rest. Seeking that which was missing but could not seem to be found.<br/><br/>Fatigue wore her down, her wings battered from the constant use, until she found herself floating downward, spiraling, falling so fast she could no longer control her descent.<br/><br/>Down. Down. Down.<br/><br/>Darkness enveloped the light around her, and still she kept falling. Coldness gripped around like the frozen sea the faster she spun out of control.<br/><br/>Then nothing.<br/><br/>Back at the manor, Elizabeth woke up with a scream, covered in cold sweat. She shivered.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Peter!”</strong></em><br/><br/>Elizabeth paced the floor of her bedroom for what must have been the hundredth time. Unable to go back to sleep after her nightmare. How long had it been? An hour? Two? A quick glance at the clock on her mantle told her it had only been twenty minutes.<br/><br/>She sighed then paced some more.<br/><br/>For more than a week she had been trying to make contact with Peter with no success. When the first two weeks of his trip had passed, when he hadn’t returned, she told herself that he was with his family, and he had just lost track of time. She didn’t believe it, and was reminded to have patience.<br/><br/>Then she tried to tell herself that this was Piotr. He had made her a promise, and he didn’t break promises, at least not to her anyway. But patience Elizabeth.<br/><br/>Then she tried over and over again to reach out to him, to seek and touch his mind and at the very least make sure he was all right. Nothing. Still she tried until she had fallen asleep exhausted from her efforts.<em><strong>“Damn it Peter, where are you?”</strong></em><br/><br/>Elizabeth cursed under her breath as she yanked open the door and proceeded to head down the hall towards the front door. She knew he’d be waiting, she had already sensed him and knew he would try to stop her.<br/><br/><em><strong>“No Charles.”</strong></em>She said, her British accent still as rich as it ever was, but with none of the warmth it usually had, as she moved to walk past him dressed to kill and a new fire in her eyes.<em><strong>“I’m done waiting, and I am fresh out of patience. I shouldn’t have listened to either of you. I should have gone with him, he is my friend and my teammate. I knew this was a mistake. So you can try to stop me, or you can move to help me. But I know something is wrong and I am going to go get him and I am going to bring him back home.”<br/></strong></em>