psionicbuterfly (psionicbuterfly) wrote in arkham_city_rpg, @ 2013-08-26 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | elizabeth braddock | psylocke, james 'logan' howlet | wolverine |
The worst case of Deja Vu...
Who: Psylocke and Wolverine
What: An assassination attempt turns into the discovery of oneself.
When: January 4th, 2012
Where: Kyoto, Japan
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Status: Closed, Complete
Sneaking up on this target was not going to be simple. Matsuo said that he was a mutant, like her, and that he would be able to detect intruders through scent, like a canineā¦ a wolf. Such was his code name; Wolverine. She did not know why he was a target. She did not voice her questions, though she had many, but took the jobs as they came. That was what she was taught, that was what it was to be an assassin for the Hand.
Her name was Lady Mandarin and her job was simple. Kill. One word. One syllable. But tonight was different. She needed to be particularly careful. It was rather convenient to find him here, already in Japan. But what exactly the man was doing here, would be yet another question unexpressed. Slipping into the house through an open window, Psylocke stepped gingerly though the hallways. Within moments she found him, fast asleep in his bed. It was dishonorable to kill a man in his sleep. She would have to stab him in the chest to give him a fighting chance.
Logan was fast asleep,he needed time off to take a break and Japan was the best place ta be.Logan for once slept well,until a scent hit his nose.His eyes shot up and he saw the silhouette of someone,She was familiar but strange at the same time.Both claws poped up and with a rage lept on top of her his blade meeting his Katanna.It had to be the hand. Last time the yakuza tried to take him out there boss ended up losing a hand. he pressed both blades up against her katana. "Wrong place wrong time darlin..."
"So, it will be a fight then, will it?" Psylocke asked with a smirk, struggling against his claws. "Hmmm... Matsuo forgot to mention blades that sprout from the knuckles. Very impressive." Betsy spoke jumping back off of his bed and raising her katana to take a swing down at him. He was fast, very fast.
Logan was in no mood,he was ready to get a good night sleep and she went an ruined it! "Yer quick darlin but not too quick" He slashed the Kitana noting the other sword on her back.he slashed at her again!" "Do i know you,Ya smell familiar!" he slashed at her again slicing the bed clean.
Ducking and avoiding his on-coming attacks, it seemed she was defending more than anything now. She jumped onto the wall and flipped straight over him, landing on the other side and stabbing him through the abdomen, a wound that would have killed any normal human- but not him. Then, she withdrew her blade, turned kicked up a piece of the bed in his face to distract him and spoke "You're a stranger to me."
Logan felt the sharp pain and the sudden rush of blood when she kicked that peice of the bed at him. he landed on the floor. He looked her up and down. "To bad,Is this the best yah got or is this just floor play" He squinted as he pulled the blade out and dropped it on the floor rushing her again head on leaving his head wide open.
A healing factor too. Clearly she was physically out-matched. But he was rash in his fighting stance he rushed her, leaving his upper body vulnerable and she smirked, drawing back her blade, ready to strike. When he was close enough she slashed down at his skull, thinking that her job was done of the evening. She would have applied enough force to break any human skull, split any brain in two. But as she came crashing down, Lady Mandarin's blade was met with a heavy unbreakable reinforced material that simply could not be made of bone. Her blade paled in comparison and when he slashed at her again she did not have enough time to re-cooperate.
"UNNGHHH!!" Psylocke shouted at Wolverine's claws slashed across her upper thigh and lower abdomen. The wounds were not as deep as they could have been but she was still bleeding fairly heavy. She'd have to resort to her psionic abilities for defense now.
He felt that too the sharp pain across his face from the slash of the blade,HE grabbed her foot yanking her back down pulling her close to him Having his body up against her and three sets of claws inches from her face. "WHO SENT YOU!" he roared at her.Fanged teeth could be seen as he growled at her.
He was completely on top of her now, with her abdomen and thigh bleeding out and his weight on top of her, she had no other choice. Channeling her psionic energy, a fuchsia colored butterfly appeared around her head. It was the trademark of the woman known as Psylocke. Then, with her hands glowing the same bright color, she pushed up against his chest and stabbed him with psionic blades.
"Get off me." she spoke calmly, glaring up at him menacingly with her eyes.
he was slammed it so much energy his muscle pulled his skin sizzled as he rolled off.The butterfly No one could do something like that but one person. "Betsy?" he got up looking at his skin still sizzling trying to get up he gave her an odd look. "How is this possible?"
Standing up, Psylocke furrowed her brow. He called her... Betsy. No one had ever called her by that name before, at least, not that she could ever recount... yet, the name sounded so distantly familiar like the sound of something or someone she once knew. A voice suddenly whispered to her telepathically, coming from no where but from within the constraints of her own mind. "Logan..." it whispered.
Psylocke narrowed her eyes. She did not know the real name of the man before her, only his Mutant code name. Perhaps... "...Logan?" she asked, softly, keeping her fighting stance in position.
"That's right darlin...Its me Logan...Ya remember Hank Mccoy...Gambit.." he was hoping that some of this would sink in some of whatever was going on Betsey was on how in the body of this assassin. "Come on darlin you gotta remember" He held out a hand to her as his wounds heal.
Psylocke took a step back, relaxing her shoulders. As he spoke to her those names of distant memory, her eyes rolled back in her head, glowing purple behind fluttering lashes. The butterfly appeared yet again. Faces she did not know appeared before her and she shook her head, her brow still furrowed.
Then the visions ended and her eyes returned to normal. "I don't... I don't know you..." she insisted in a confused manner, looking a bit frightened. This was all rather unsettling. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.
He looked at her with concern in her eyes.He remembered Betsy and he tried to keep the situation calm.Only one person in the world could do what she did. "Its ok Darlin believe me I know what its like not to trust your own memory.You can trust me...Were friends and more at one point...come back Darlin..."
he hoped some part of Betsy was still in this women,that there was some sort of possibility with her coming back to them if he could get psylock back tonight he could try and help her.
"...friends?" Psylocke took the sheet from his bed from off of the floor and began to rip it into shreds so that she can use it to wrap her wounds.
"Then why was I sent here to kill you?" she asked, looking up at him without an once of pain in her eyes though blood ran down her skin. She knew if she did not do the job she was sent here to do, she could never return to the Hand- what she had come to know as home.
"And what is that name you keep calling me?" she asked. She could not recall ever being referred to as 'Betsy' though the sound was awfully familiar to her. "My name is Psylocke, Logan. If we are friends it would do you well to learn it." she added, sounding a bit testy.
He knelt down in front of her to see if he could help with her wounds.He looked at her with a surpsing amount of tenderness. "I made alot o people mad here in Japan. a Demon ninja clan want ta kill ya after you offed there grand master usually gives them a reason to want ta kill ya." He smirked as he spoke helping her cut the fabric. he looked over at her wounds. "Sorry by the way...Psylocke.Betsy was the name of the person who you got the powers from,An if I know the hand they probably did a spirit swap or somtin probably why got her memories..."
"Spirit swap? ...you mean a soul conversion?" She was indeed taken back by the gentility of his hands as he helped her tie off the wrappings around her wounds. "That would mean that this body was...... and the woman you call Betsy... dead... both dead." And the people whom she had been working for, whom she had trusted in, where the ones to have done it. No wonder she had no memories outside of the clan.
broke his heart was what it did when he saw his old team mate.he continued to help her. "Yea she died...long time ago...until now. you remember anything before the hand?"
"No." Psylocke shook her head and hung it, frowning. She paused, taking a moment to walk over, pick her katana up off of the floor and place it back in it's sheath. "I'm sorry, Logan..." she spoke, turning to look at him with regal posture, an impassive tone to her voice but sympathy in her eyes. "I'm sorry that your Betsy was sacrificed to bring this body to life. I wish there was more that I could tell you."
"an where do ya think ya going?" He asked her leaning on the wall.he cant just let hr go back to those Demon ninja's Sending her out to the kill for the kill? and for what.he knew exactly what is to live that sorta life. "You don't have to go back you know"
Psylocke smirked. "I can't go back now. They'd kill me if they knew I'd betrayed them." she spoke, taking a seat on the floor and examining the wound on her inner left thigh.
"Do you have a needle and thread?" she asked not looking up but applying pressure to the laceration. His claws were incredibly sharp. The would was clean cut and had yet to stop bleeding. She needed to sew it shut.
He walked around the room looking for what she might need,Going into the bathroom and pulling out the first aid kit and taking out the needle in thread for stitching. Logan walked over to her gently grabbing her leg lifted it up. She did have a nice figure of then again she was always a beautiful women.
He stuck the needle in her flesh gently moving it in and out as he sewed it up. "Come ba to da states with me...I cna help ya remember..."
Just a few moments ago this man was a stranger to her- not only a stranger but a labeled enemy, one that she had been highered to kill. And now she had found out that not only had he been a friend of hers in another lifetime (perhaps even more than friends) but he was positioned directly between her legs, gently grasping her upper thigh in his firm hands, forcing a sharp needle through her skin.
She did not flinch. She did not moan or cry or even make an inclination at all that the stitches were being put into place, though the woman had to be in pain. It was a tender, soft area of skin that was perforated. She looked down into the man's gentle eyes and nodded. Psylocke had no other place to go and if he had clues to her past then he was the man she needed to be with.
"Alright."
He finished putting her stitches using a claw to cut the thread and secure it. "There ya go..." He got up as he did there faces where inches from each other.Logan had the urge to kiss her.He held back his lustfull reaction and got up. "You...feeling better?"
It did not take psychic abilities to sense what Logan had wanted to do and Psylocke had felt the spark, the connection as well. Perhaps it was the strong relationship that he and Betsy had shared merging over, washing over her mind. Maybe she was remembering the emotion or the urges of what it meant to be near the man. Regardless, Psylocke stared up at Logan looking a bit like a deer caught in the head lights, unsure of what to do. According to her recollection they had only just meant but it literally felt like they had known each other for years and clearly he had told her that was the case. This was the worst case of Deja vu she had ever encountered.
"Y-yes, thank you..." she spoke, averting her gaze and packing up the rest of the first ad kit in case they needed it along the way. Well... he wouldn't.
Logan slipped on his shirt and took his jacket,He began to pick up several scents along his way out of the room. "Yer friends are comin" he grumbled as he settled into his jacket and fallowed her out.The kiss he still felt it on his lips the soft sweet smell of her skin and her scent it was so captivating.He walked close staying next to her but keeping his guard up. "We gotta get ya outa the country..."
Pslocke led the way out of the house, her leg still wrapped in his bedsheet. "They are no longer friends of mine." she spoke, slipping into the darkness of the trees along the edge of the woods. "How do you expect us to leave? And where are we going?" She knew no matter where it was Matsuo would follow. He would not give up until he found her.
Logan looked around to make sure they where not being fallowed. A snap of a twig was heard as Logan fallowed close. "I got the mini jet here...about 12 feet down..." he whispered over to her.the sound of his claws coming out could be heard as he maintained his guard. "Looks like they didn't trust ya to get the job done Otherwise they would have had sent the calvary.
"So it seems..." Psylocke spoke with a frown, her hands glowing bright purple. "Logan... you know there can't be any survivors, right?" she asked turning toward him with a dark yet serious look in her eye. Then suddenly she turned and began to fight the assassins sent after them. She drew her blades, dancing between each of the dark figures between the trees, causing them to fall.
He heard her speak while and he smiled as she she took out her old friend. He responded to her comment about no survivors. "Darlin...I'm counting on it!" he stabbed a in the dark and a mist came out of an empty ninja suit. "Damn ninjas. Can't stand- Demon ninja's..."