Betsy Braddock - Psylocke

Ororo had been flying people into clearings so they could get off the bridge as fast as possible. As powerful as Jean was, it was still a lot to hold everything that she was. So her and Logan needed to move fast. She was using some strong winds to force cars off to the sides of the road so people weren't dodging when she felt the bridge shake. At first she thought it might be an earthquake but the forces of nature were telling her otherwise. Ororo turned and saw the car fall. "Logan, we need to hurry!" she called to him before flying off to try and catch the car.

Like most people on the bridge, Logan lost his balance when everything suddenly shook. "The fuck?" He asked, a bit confused but quickly joining 'Ro when she asked for support. On the edge of the bridge, the mutant got distracted by the number of cars hanging in the air and the shape of the bridge. His instincts were telling him to get the fuck away, an odd feeling rising after all those years. He finally spotted Jean and frowned a bit, his claws still out. "Shit..." No way, he had to be wrong about that. "Ro. Step back." He still ordered, more worried about her than the people in those cars, his eyes coldly staring at Jean.

The immense power coming from Jean was indeed frightening and Betsy was not wrong in feeling that. Jean could feel and locate each of her friends, Ororo, Logan , Betsy, she knew exactly where they were. /Don't focus on me , finish letting people of the water / it was such an echoed voice in each of their heads , her voice mixed with something older, like she had a sore throat but only more on a cosmic level.

Kurt was surprised by her decision. He was also not in his normal form, his bracelet was on to appear human. He wasn't ashamed of himself, but those people in front of him had other issues and problems and it was just easier to blend in. "It has. " he agreed as he continued to serve the people in the line. "Bless, I have been well, I am studying to become a priest , I found my way back to God, and I am trying to help as many as I can. " He looked at her. "And you ? Have you been adjusting to - " he wasn't sure how to word it to not be inconsiderate. "Your new condition and living quarters ? "

It sounded like good news, Betsy was honestly glad Kurt found back this kind of goal. "It's good to hear." She replied with a soft smile, but her movements froze briefly at his question, her smile fading away. "The place is better than what I expected." She started while serving one more bowl, aware that she was avoiding the main topic. "I do not want to lie to you Kurt. The rest is... slow."

"What is it with you ladies always questioning what I say. The other day, I got the exact same reaction from a woman who does some consulting for agencies. She thought me not genuine. I was almost offended." Jean-Paul stated with a smile. "I can leave if you don't want to talk, I would understand."

Betsy barely bought the drama of the man. "Pretty faces come quite often with pretty lies." She answered and walked a bit closer. "Let's say I wasn't expecting anyone." She offered, still not poking into his mind. "When was the last time Northstar?"

Jubilee had a fangfilled smirk and bumped Betsy's shoulder. She had always known that under the bitch faced attitude, there was just as much mischief. She looked around , just to make sure no one was watching and continued on her side to hum on the side. "So , the exist is 2 minutes 20 seconds on your right... got any crazy monk shit for a distraction , my oh so beloved totally unknown to me queen ?????"

Amused but keeping her poker face still on point, Betsy shared a look at the vampire when this one mentioned the crazy monk shit and all the extravagant compliments, it was difficult to not cock an eyebrow. "I don't." She casually replied. "Do you?" And then asked before focusing on the third screw.

Ororo and Logan had been spending the day together. It wasn't like they didn't have time together, but Ororo treasured every second they had. It was no secret that Logan would outlive her so she wanted to make every moment that she had with him count. They had been downtown so she could get his thoughts on their own wedding when they got the message from Jean. With one look they both knew where they were needed.

Logan was doomed, he knew it, he would probably be married before the end of the year. But at this point, he wasn't fighting it anymore, Ro was way too enthusiastic to make her wait longer than necessary. Busy doing nothing, Logan froze at the voice and let go a fuck when Ororo shared the same kind of look.

Pearls of sweat were forming on her forhead. It was as much holding back the structure that was the problem, it was the split attention, the ship and the bridge had not the same motion , not the same weight, not the same way to hold them in place. She prayed that people had heard her, and when she heard Betsy, she was both relieved and not sure if she could give that much to the other mutant. That hesitation however only lasted as long as it took Betsy to transition Jean's hold. She let go , the ship slammed a bit against the bridge due to the difference in how they were using their powers. Jean focused her attention then only on the bridge.

Betsy struggled to find a good hold on the ship, it was heavier than what she expected but she quickly adjusted, a butterfly of purple energy above her eyes. She tried to push it away from the bridge, where the people onboard could evacuate more easily, away from the collapsing mess. More focused on her telekinesis skills than her telepathic ones, Betsy didn't expect such power to come from Jean. What was that?! She stared at her with mixed emotions, feeling her rage and more exactly fearing it. Everything's ok Jean? She finally dared to telepathically ask, struggling to keep her focus on the ship.

Bobby's intervention had taken more than her share in her mind. She was still plagued by his memories, and that was fueling what was dormant in her. It had also made her headaches worse. Ever the same, she did not show anything however. Remaining the good old Jean. Going with Ororo wedding shopping , she still had not really found a dress , but that was okay, she had now the flowers and the venue.

Some calls were to be answered, Betsy couldn't care less of the political differences of the Xmen, the Brothehood or what the Hammer could think of this. The intrusion made her wince, it was breaking some parts of her mental protection, not a nice feeling. On my way she replied back, finding Jean was easy for the mutant, flying to the location probably even easier. She didn't take the time to place illusions in the minds of the people around her and just took off.

"AAAAAAAAH" The mutant screamed and jumped a bit. For someone who could literally disappear into the shadows, and had enchanced skills, he did not even realize someone was behind him. Thankfully he had reflexes and did keep the soup bowl in his tail. He turned. "Ach du heiliger Jesus ( holy jesus) , you scared my soul away Betsy. " he replied a hand on his fast beating heart. "I'm giving out soup to the homeless."

Betsy closed her eyes at the scream but didn't flinch. She didn't expect to jump-scare him like this and didn't feel very sorry about it. It felt like karma doing its job. "My bad Kurt." She still apologized to stay polite. Looking down at the soup and then the homeless around, it suddenly made sense. "Obviously." She commented with a small smile. Sometimes, it felt good to remember that Kurt was one of the good ones. She looked around and finally took an empty bowl, not asking for permission, and purred some soup in it. "How are you doing?" She asked the elf, putting down the bowl, ready to be served or taken, whatever was best. Betsy didn't wish to help, not really. It was just a good excuse to stay there and speak a bit with her friend. "It's been a while." She added, glancing at him.

"What are you doing here ? " Jubes replies. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about, I don't even know you. " she lied, doing as if she did not know Betsy...at...all. Why ? Simply because this was a mall, she, Jubilation Lee, was a mall baby. Was she trying to steal the horsey toy that was in any mall where you put some money and it rocked back and forth ? Yes - was she going to admit to it ? - No.

Seriously? "Ouch." Betsy casually replied and walked closer. She glanced at the horse, Jube, the horse, a poker face on. Not attract unwanted attention right? Oh well. Betsy squatted down and materialized a psyonic screwdriver, not saying a word before going for the first screw fixing the horse toy to the ground.

Betsy frowned quite a bit, she wasn't reading his mind, trying to not poke in when it was unnecessary. "And you thought about coming and say hi? I'm flatered M. Baubier." She played along, even if she looked like not really believing it.