<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/x-men-apocalypse-poster-psylocke-olivia-munn.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Pyslocke<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Elisabeth Betsey Braddock<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Archangel (Directly) Gambit (indirectly)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bb/49/3f/bb493f625998dd8f55609a7c0714ea54.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"Did you really think any amount of money would compare to spending time with a woman as beautiful and charming as you?"  Warren smugly said to her. She knew he was a player, not only could see scan his mind but she had read the tabloids, even though he was now publically a Mutant. He had a fling with Alison Blair aka the Dazzler and numerous heiresses and tabloid hussys. She knew he was popular for a reason, he was handsome and charming. But it was the darker side she was attracted to, maybe it was always there within him and Apocalypse only brought it out. Like the Darkness in her before she was given kwannons body. Maybe this Darkness and lust was something that was a natural part of them. Warren folded his wings and plummeted towards the floor Betsey staying steadfast on his back as he did.  His wings wanted to cut her, hurt her.  He wasn't going to allow it.  She felt the pull within him with her telepathy, she knew he was fighting the wants of the Archangel as apposed to the wants of Warren. He was split into two contradicting souls and the battle within raged on.<br/><br/>What he could do was redirect their angle off attack so that it was the costume she wore, rather than her flesh that felt the sharp edges of his wings. It ripped at the blue leather fabric of the costume she wore. The costume was provocative, it was revealing, a new look she acquired when she was in Japan with Logan and Jubilee. It was hard to process now that Logan was gone, the Logan from this time anyway. Yet another Wolverine was now living in this timeframe and this Old man Logan was now in the school. It was a strange life that the X-men lead but she was finally getting used to it. She wanted Warren and had since she saw him again when they met back on Muir island. One of Warrens hands reached out and caught one of the beams that criss-crossed the danger room; it allowed him to swing himself like a pendulum.  He pressed his legs tightly together, leaving virtually nothing to stop Psylocke from sliding down off his legs.  "Ahhhhh fuckkk!" She cursed a she sled down his muscled toned body. She then hit him with a physic blast, her energy formed around her face like a butterfly, it was her signature psychic wave, every telepath had one.<br/><br/>She fell to the ground once Warren was released from his grasp and the two of them toppled onto the floor. Both breathing heavy, she looked over at him and smiled, it was a dirty smile. This was all foreplay to Elisabeth now, how far she had come from the English heiress she used to be. One of the heirs to the Braddock fortune. She suddenly went stiff her head snapped up, someone was approaching the danger room, another X-man, it was the thief, Gambit...Remy Le Beau. She liked him too, he was handsome as all hell and that accent would drive most women crazy. But she had picked up on  attraction between him and Rouge. Rouge was her friend and even though she was now been ruled by her desires, she wasn't one to go stealing another women's man. "Gambit`s on his way, as much as id love a three way...hahah don't think either of you boys would be into it. Why don`t we continue this...in the showers Luv?" She said as she slowly stood up, making sure to do it in a slow and sensual manner, giving Warren areal eyeful.