Psylocke: *Betsy sat by the pool, decked out in her bikini and some shorts, going over some papers from class. She'd come down here with the intention of finishing quickly and then taking a much needed swim, but it seems the students papers were giving her a much more difficult time then she'd expected... plus she still had to plan next week's schedual for both classes, and she was supposed to pick up some training courses in the danger room... needless to say, she was feeling a bit stressed...*
Pete Wisdom: Pete was wandering around after his last class for the day. Power control with Remy and Scott. It was interesting, to say the least. He was still trying to get the last 10% out of his powers. He felt the need to unwind, so he donned his swimming trunks and a towel, and wandered down to the pool.
Psylocke: *seeing Pete walking towards the pool she sighed and said in a "quite frustrated at the world in general " kind of way...* Hi...
Pete Wisdom: "Hey Betsy. Long time no... encounter" he says dryly. "Keeping busy?"
Psylocke: *looks at him as if to say "Are you kidding?" and heaves another poor me sigh* Yes... very. I didn't think teaching two classes was going to take up so much of my time... and they're p.e. classes! I haven't even started on my own homework yet...
Pete Wisdom: Pete smiles at this. He's feeling like the worldly wise uncle at the moment. "It can be a bitch. Mind you, Fieldwork isn't easy with some of these kids. That russian kid, PIotr. Great when it comes to observing, but can't move silently to save his ass."
Psylocke: *laughs at this* Yeah... Piotr strikes me as more of a storm in a scare the shit out of everyone kind of guy then the sneak in and catch them unawares kind... He's a good kid, though...
Pete Wisdom: "He tries. What subjects are you teaching? Martial arts wasn't it? what else?"
Psylocke: Well, it's more of a self-defense then martial arts, and I have a fitness class. No... I haven't even started planning my martial arts program for the danger room, but Xavier asked me to help assist in that aspect of the x-men regimen. God! I'm so overwhelmed here... I had the kids do a kind of... menu for the week, trying to git the diet aspect of fitness... and half the kids have "I eat what ever the caff is serving" and the other half have "I can't remember". Of course it's seasoned by the Pizza, pizza,
Psylocke: toco bell bunch but... *one last sigh*... so much for briliant, superior human beings, eh?
Pete Wisdom: Softly "I thought the point of this place was that whatever quirk in your genes, you still follow human nature"
Psylocke: Well, that deffinatly seems to be the case... I just figured... well, hoped.... I guess I'm expecting too much. *tries a small smile* It's the Over-achiever Brit in me.
Pete Wisdom: Another wry smile "Now you sound like your brother."
Psylocke: * a slightly bigger smile* Thanks... *sets the papers down* I guess I should cut them some slack. And myself some as well. I've always been ambitious to a fault... and I guess I just wish that some of these kids would... take a little more pride in the gifts, I guess... I don't know...
Pete Wisdom: Realising he's standing over her, towel over one sholder, like... something odd, he flings it onto the ground, and sits next to Betsy. "Proud? Look at that deck chair." he points, and a glowing blade shoots out of his hand and slices one of the legs off perfectly cleanly. "That's not exactly the way to win friends and influence people, my dear"
Psylocke: But here... things are different. You can be yourself, ruin perfectly good deck chairs, and still work to further yourself and... *takes a moment* It's because we can do things like that that we have a responsibly to make sure we are able to control ourselves or... something... But do you see what I mean? Most of these kids are too busy trying to pretend that they don't have powers that when something happens they aren't prepared... I just... God... I don't know... my head is all over lately.
Pete Wisdom: Pete looks concerned at this "Are you still having trouble with your shielding?" He moves over to rub her temples
Psylocke: Xavier has been taking me over some exercises. They're helping... but they are a bit exhausting... *sighs* I guess that I have a partially selfish reason for wanting everyone at the school to be calm, collected and in control... When they freak out... I feel it. It get's me nervous. Maybe that's why I'm having a hard time with the school stuff. I'm overwhemed, and they're overwhelmed... so I'm doublywhelmed... or something... *closes her eyes and leans into his hands slighly*
Pete Wisdom: He massages her temples fo a while in silence, alone in his thoughts. After a minute or two he speaks up. "Perhaps you need to get out of the LZ for a while. When was the last time you had some downtime."
Psylocke: *holds up her arm as if to glance at a watch but, 1) isnt wearing one as it would give her horrendous tan lines and 2) cannot find the strength to open her eyes* Um... just about... I can't remember.... *lets her arm drop* That's why I came to the pool to stress out, don't you know. It's the closest thing I've had to "downtime" in weeks...
Pete Wisdom: He stands up, lifting her to her feet. "That's it. Come on, I'm taking you to the firing range. You can pretend you're aiming at... whoever's head."
Psylocke: *laughs and is pulled up*...but Pete... *reaches for the pool as he pulls her away*... pool!... *gives in* Okay... fine... *smile*
Pete Wisdom: "Pool neither creates or destroys. Therefore you cannot create calm, or destroy your anger." He takes a spare set of leathers from a compartment in his cycle. "They'll be a bit big, but you'll manage. Trust me. This will be theraputic. And fun."
Psylocke: *raises an eyebrow* Leather, eh? Well... let the therapy begin! *dons the leathers and climbes on behind him*
Pete Wisdom: **and there is much hooning on the motorcycle on the way to the firing range**
Psylocke: *after they arrive she charges in, grabs a pistol and marches to the firing arena* Lets get the destruction on then... *goggles and ear muffs doned, she begins firing away*
Pete Wisdom: Pete takes a little bit more time selecting a pistol. Actually taking one of the long rifles down to the laser-area. he sets his bipod up and calms himself, remembering when this was using live bullets. And temporary live targets.
Psylocke: *finds herself completly consumed in aiming and firing the gun, getting lost in the crash of sound as each bullet is impacted and sent flying through the air to her paper target. At times it almost wants to take shape, seeming to blend into something it wasn't a second ago, but never really finds focus... round after round she lets the bullets fly, quickly at first, then more slowly and carefully, improving her aim bit by bit, getting a feel for the gun in her hands*
Pete Wisdom: Pete slows his heartrate down. dialing in the range on his scope. The electronic taget is set at 1000 yards. slight breeze. his finger tightens on the trigger. He takes in a breath, and between heartbeats, so as not to jolt the gun, he pulls off the first round. 8 ring. not bad. but not perfect. Clear the mind.
Psylocke: *after almost an hour of firing the gun again and again, Betsy finds her self almost completly at ease. Not relaxed, but clear... setting down the pistol on the table she walks off to find Pete with his eye down the site of his own gun* wow... *she whisperes... feeling the intensity rolling off him in waves, his focus was almost tangible, his thoughts both blank and swarming in an odd mixture of repressed mental silence and sub-councious screaming... Stepping closer to him she's in total awe of him...*
Pete Wisdom: Stillness. the target moving this time. Still a inhuman circle, he things amusedly. you think differently when there's a face on the other end of those crosshairs. Slow the heart beat even more. one. two. *BANG* the simulated report of the rifle echoes around his head. X-ring. About time.
Psylocke: *after his next shot, Betsy steps forward and touches Pete's shoulder lightly*... Pete... *she whisperes his name*
Pete Wisdom: he seems to contract in on himself, willing his heartrate up and his breathing back to normal, his eyes flicker, as he turns and looks up at her. "Yeah?"
Psylocke: *she feels rather caught off guard... she wasn't sure why she'd done what she did*... I'm feeling better now... Are you... Are you ready? I have some things to finish up... *she could feel his retraction, his thoughts seemed to... shift back to normal... and she was almost sorry to have desturbed him*
Pete Wisdom: "Sure. Perhaps a more leisurely trip back?" He gets up from his prone position, taking his rifle with him. Unconsciously sweeping his foot over the spot where his tripod would have created dimples in the dirt.
Psylocke: *Betsy caught the gesture and fought a smile, looking into his face with a tilted glance she realized he probably didn't even know he'd done it* Sure... maybe some drive through? I'm starving... all this distruction... really works up an appitite, you know?
Pete Wisdom: He nods "I know."
Psylocke: *returns her weapon and moves back outside to the bike* So... did you ever have a normal life... with out powers?
Pete Wisdom: "Yes and no. I mean I lived a life without powers, right up until about three weeks after I joined the army. But it wasn't exactly normal, if you know what I mean?" They get on the bike and he drives to a sidewalk cafe.
Psylocke: Not really... *sits in a chair and picks up a menu* What were you like as a kid? I mean... hope you don't mind me prying...
Pete Wisdom: He shifts, mildly uncomfortable "It's not my favourite topic of conversation."
Psylocke: Right... sorry. *orders a grilled chicken sandwich and cherry coke* I usually try to stay away from soda... it's the model in me, but after today... I think I deserve a little sugary sweetness... *tries not to let any concern show on her face... at the mention of childhood Pete had mentally flinched*
Pete Wisdom: "yeah... not much in the way of international trips an the like. I grew up" he starts, slowly. "on a housing estate in East London. Y'know, one of those places the bobbies are always claiming is a hotbed of crime... and promising to clean up for good." He shakes his head "Never happens."
Psylocke: *leans forward listening carefully, knowing the kind of trust that he must be putting in her and is determined not to do anything to undermine that*
Pete Wisdom: He stares off into the middle distance as he continues "That's where I learned to ride the 'cycle, hotwire cars... Learned to fight dirty. I got mixed up in a group of lads. Got into a fight with some other guys. over some dumb shite. I think it was a scratched car. Anyway , my best mate got stabbed. So I decided to skip town. Join the army." he is absently rubbing his foot as he repeats his well worn joke. Yeah... I joined the army because it was safer than the Estate."
Psylocke: *wrinkles her forhead a little, thinking it would be inappropriate to laugh with him* I can't even imagine... I mean... I grew up powdered and flowered and pampered, and then after my parents died it was even worse. And then my brother Jamie tried to do his best to raise me and Brian, but... he was only 15 so... anyway, I hated it. But I never had the guts to get out of it. You did, though... *pauses before asking cautiously* So... after the army, and the powers... I mean... did things get better? *realizes
Psylocke: how ludicrous her question sounds after it's out*
Pete Wisdom: He snorts at this. "Better? One look at what I could do, and those army tossers where creaming in their pants. Special division. Then Special ops. That's where I learned how to hold my alcohol. Then SAS. Finally got sequestered to special ops. Did not like that shite one bit."
Psylocke: Lots of underhanded sabatoge and assasinations, I imagine... *she tried to sympathise as she took a sip of her newly delivered coke*
Pete Wisdom: "Like I said. Saw your brother on the other side of the battlelines more than once" he laughs, mirthlessly. "Probably not the best idea to mention me if you write home, y'know"
Psylocke: You don't think he'd be intrested in hearing you'd reformed and changed your naughty ways? *she said with the slightest smirk as she took another sip, her lips lingering on the straw a bit longer then neccessarr*
Pete Wisdom: "Perhaps. Although telling him I was actually working against Black Air, and that I held off killing him more than once might bruise his ego."
Psylocke: ah... I see... *she bit her lip glanced at him from under her lashes* And we don't want to do that. Bruised-ego Brian tends to get homicidal and bitter and brooding. Not a good combination.
Pete Wisdom: "Not really, no".
Psylocke: And now... you're here...*smile* Things are certainly less violent for you now, though I'm not sure if violence replaced by drama is neccessarily the best thing for you.
Pete Wisdom: "I'm trying to keep out of the drama side. It's slightlyeasier, not being a telepath, and all"
Psylocke: Well, not all of us have that advantage...*dramatic sigh* I do my best to avoid the drama, but some how... I just can't escape it... *dramatic, over the top pose*
Pete Wisdom: "damn, isn't the prof teaching you anything? What about that Doctor Grey? She seems to be able to keep a somewhat level head. Maybe talk to her."
Psylocke: Well, it is getting better, but still... I don't know, there's just something about telepath to telepath interaction. I mean... with the prof it's different because... I don't know, I guess I trust him, but... it's hard to explain. Being around another telepath... you can feel it, and there's usually... tension in the air. Unavoidable tension. Besides... I heard she's a bitch. *added as a second thought*
Pete Wisdom: Pete ignores the bitch comment. "Perhaps that's defensiveness on your part? Like I said, I don't know, I'm not a telepath".
Psylocke: Anyway... I should get back to work... I mean... I still have so much to do...
Pete Wisdom: "Yeah. I need to cool off after that rifle session. Who knew two shots could take so much out of you" he smiles, faintly.
Psylocke: *laughs as she stands* You were so zoned man!
Pete Wisdom: "It's how you have to do it. Out there" he makes with a vague, over his shoulder kind of gesture.
Psylocke: I'll keep that in mind. *smile* We should take some down time together again sometime.
Pete Wisdom: "Yeah. It'd be good. For both of us."
Psylocke: Sure... absolutly. Well... **short drive back to the mansion** ... thanks for the release.
Pete Wisdom: "No probem. See you around" Pete heads back to the pool hoping no-one stole his towel.
Psylocke: *Goes to finish paper grading*
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