<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/4/48605/2975846-femme_fatale___psylocke_by_brandonarseneault.jpg)</div>Name: Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock aka Psylocke<br/>Location: Hangar September 2, 2013 AM<br/>Outfit: as shown<br/>Tagged: open<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The outfit hadn’t been worn in some time.  A hallmark of her style and her taste, a calling card for those rare few that caught a glimpse of her as she walked their shadowed dreams.  Black and purple slipped along her legs like ink.  Each step seemed to engulf her body more while the light drowned inside the confines of that void.  There was no sound when she made her way across the hangar bay.  Not even the sound of leather working against itself dared slide forth to disrupt the silence of her presence.  Elizabeth Braddock had been many women in the past and she embraced each incarnation of her mind and body.  This one, more than any other, radiated with the power of femininity set to a knife’s edge.  Powerful thighs peeked out from the tops of her boots, the barest hint of flesh to show she was indeed mortal.  Yet those peeks were kept rare as a simple black skirt flowed by her, cut open to one side and brushing only her mid-thigh.<br/><br/>A leotard stretched along her torso, tightly confining her body and leaving little of her shape to the imagination.  Slight padding showed some concern for armor at vital areas and organs, but maneuverability was obviously the goal in designing this outfit.  Small bandoliers stretched out over her chest and along her hips, thin pockets containing the tools of a trade she had learned only by memory.  That trade had proven a valuable one over the years for both herself and the X-Men she owed allegiance to.  If Betsy had any shame to her outfit and its revealing nature she showed none as a playful smirk of confidence was worn on her black touched lips.  Gloves of soft, supple leather stretched up her arms.  A tightening of her fingers showed that her grip was sure and her power at the ready.  Padding once more showed itself with the promise of Kevlar and metal reinforcement.<br/><br/>Almond eyes peered at each of the people gathered.  A purple scarf with a red underside was caught at her throat before she sat down.  The black and purple hair was caught up in a tight bun, secured with a simple pair of chop sticks so that she would have no trouble from the length she normally wore.<br/><br/>“So, the band is getting back together again.  Guessing we’ll have quite a show.”  The words were spoken with a seductive vibration, a delicate tone that displayed her worldly nature alongside her confident demeanor.<br/>