OOC:  Warren is in 2015, Betsy is in 2019  lol<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Psylocke (telpathically) then in person<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://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/><em>I'll be there before you know it.  Should I bring flowers or are those for after?</em><br/><br/>Truthfully, he was already there, watching Psylocke stretching.  Her body, her flexibility was breathtaking.  He could feel himself responding to her.  His wings, in their normal homicidal psychosis, were busily identifying the points that her costume left exposed for easy attacks.  The groin.  The chest.  The throat.  He had to settle them.  It didn't help that those same areas were the places his eyes were drawn to.<br/><br/>He adjusted the controls for the Danger Room slightly, then pushed a button on the comm.  "Ready or not, here I come!"  The window panel in front of him slid silently open and he launched through it, knowing that as soon as the Danger Room detected his presence, there would be a thirty second assault of blinding lights and disorienting sounds.  Elizabeth Braddock was a skilled telepath and a brilliant martial artist.  He wanted to take her completely by surprise.