<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/XMenAvatarPsylocke01.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Pyslocke<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Betsy Braddock<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Danger Room, Xavier mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 10:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cyclops (and anyone who wants to train)<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Training<br/><br/><br/>Her stamina amazing  she executed a series of complex punches and kicks against her opponents. Lately she had been spending most of time in the danger room, training for whatever was to come next. She had to get her mind off of all the chaos going on in the states and even back home in England. It was strange sometimes, she was still  Betsy, but apart of her was Kwannon too. She even had the woman's body. As for the tattoo on her eye that was another story altogether.<br/><br/>By this time her body was glistening with sweat, but she didn't stop not even as she sensed the presence of another. Truth be told she didn't mind the man  known as Scott Summer's watching, this was an opportunity to learn something. The last opponent rushed her and she quickly dispatched of it with a swift scissor quick to it torso. She got up, panting and wiping the beaded sweat from her brow before turning to face her 'audience'.  There he stood in full uniform looking just as ever prepared to face the day as anyone. The one she had come to know as Cyclops.<br/><br/>"Good morning."<br/><br/>She greeted Scott before turning to grab her towel. Betsy hardly was the one to train in uniform. A sports bra and training shorts did the trick just fine. Her violet hair was up in a ponytail, but she would soon let her tresses free as soon as she hit the shower. She noticed he had a look of slight agony on his features. She couldn't probe his thoughts to see what it was and nor would she even if granted permission. Betsy stuck to a strict code that allowed her to maintain a certain discipline. Tossing the towel over her shoulder she approached the leader of the X-Men. "You seem troubled, Scott. It's written all over your face." She added not bothering to mention his poor attempt at trying to hide it. One thing about being an assassin was you always paid attention to the fine details, the ones that go under the radar. "However an intensive workout will make you feel right as rain in no time." No one knew better than her how much a good workout could get your mind off of woes.<br/>