In which Psylocke has to determine if she can help a young mutant or be his plaything.

Psylocke was one of those heroines who needed time between adventures to recoup and recover.

Being the rough and tumble heroine was no her thing. Which is one of the reasons she wears an

armoured costume. Even with it, her misadventures can take their toll.

Her last outing was with the younger Heroine :iconburstlion:. It had been a terrible outing, but

they were able to escape their peril and with reinforcement they were able to get the villains.

But Psylocke had been knocked out twice, yet was able to encourage those in the area to help them.

They succeeded and defeated the villains. That was a week ago.

Several days at the spa, and many massages soothed her aching body. She hadn't worn the armour

that time. She sat at home watching television. Even on her days off, She often wore the bodysuit.

It was her fulltime job now that she gave her institution to Dream Catcher. She would get calls for

help with a task and didn't need to waste time getting dressed. Besides she loves wearing the suit,

it felt good not only on her skin, but just felt comfortable to wear.

Today, she got a call from Oneira Kingsley, the Dream Catcher.

"Hullo Elizabeth! How have you been?" Her friend asked.

"Very well Oneira. It's been a rough couple weeks but I'm good." Elizabeth said.

"Rough adventuring I take it? Somebody knocked you around?" Oneira quizzed.

"Yep. Some barmy young hoodlums got the drop on me and a Younger heroine. We were able to overcome

them eventually. But I got banged around a bit. She did also."

"Well I hope that you are up to a bit of a somewhat safe adventure. You game?" Oneira asked.

"I'm still a bit knackered, but what do you have?" Elizabeth asked walking outside to sit on her deck.

Oneira told her the tale of a young kid who was possibly possessed of super powers. She'd like

Elizabeth to investigate. The kid was a young lad, who seemed to cause trouble, and be seen at various

parts of town. He's been seen on video at multiple places. She wasn't sure if he possibly possesses

some form of Technopathy and can control electronics in his vicinity. Maybe he was a Speedster.

Either way, if he was a young thug, or even just a new mutant trying out his powers and needed

an intervention.

"I'll suit up just in case. You know me! My outings never go quite as I'd like them too." Elizabeth stated

taking a drink of her tea. She sighed and adjusted her hair. She pulled up the mask and got ready to head out.

Oneira gave her all the information she needed. Elizabeth visited the locations that the youth had been seen.

She wondered to herself. "It's funny that as a childless woman, I'm always having these interactions with

kids."

Using her Psychometric powers she was able to locate the general location of the youth to a street off

Longship way. It was a small neighborhood. But still many houses to search. She didn't feel like going

door to door in her costume. She decided to use her powers to Telelocate the youth based on the information

she gleamed from her previous psychic scans. Locating the home of the Youth. One Richard Deeds. She

sought to see if his parents were about. She called as an official of the British government. Which she was.

She informed the father that she'd like to visit and speak with them about their son. He agreed and

scheduled an appointment for that evening once the boy was home.

When Richard arrived. He had been met by Psylocke as she stood there in her armoured costume.

She'd spoken to the parents about him, and they informed her that yes their son was indeed a

mutant. He seemed to possess superhuman speed. He had an amazing appetite and was always hungry.

He also had a bit of a hair trigger temper. That may be the reason he acted out. Psylocke had quizzed them

and asked to read their minds for information on things at home. The parents had reluctantly agreed.

Psylocke was a famous heroine, and if she was at their home, then things must need to be addressed.

She found nothing out of the normal with the parents. But as she stood now in front of their child,

she could see that the problem seemed to lay with him.

"Hullo Richard, may we speak? Do you know who I am?" Psylocke asked.

"Yeah, Captain Britains wimpy sister?" he smirked.

"Be NICE Richard!" his mother called out.

Psylocke ignored his taunt and spoke again.

"Listen I simply wish to speak with you about your powers, and try to help you with learning to

adjust to them. I'm not asking you to be a super hero. but We'd like to help you learn to control your

abilities." She said diplomatically, clutching her cape.

"I can control my powers. I don't need you or your brova to 'elp me." he said.

"I think you should leave." he shrugged and took off reappearing moments later with a small bat in his hand.

"Drat!" She thought hoping to avoid the obvious. "Why does this always happen to me?"

She tried to get into his head and calm him a bit, but his mind was like quicksilver, fluid and hard to latch onto.

He smiled as he felt her attempt. Then he charged quickly.