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02/12/2023 02:45 PM
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JUDGMENT DAY: DEATH
Judgment Day DEATH
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“I am connected to the world. Did you not notice how I could see and hear what you were thinking? That little conversation you just had with Tony Stark? The world just heard it too. You proved my judgment correct WICKED.”
There was no time to react. Psylocke fell victim to the Crimson Death. Her last cognizant thoughts in this realm were full of nothing but the most intense pain she'd ever experienced. Her molecules were ripped from cohesion and scattered in the wave that followed. This mutant with a troubled life was now absent from it. Her molecules were now part of this plane with no cohesion. Betsy Braddock was gone, at least for now..
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Her eyes opened in the darkness. A solitary lavender glow lit a tiny area in front of her as she stood closely observing the glow. As it came closer, it took the form of a butterfly as her psychic energy often did. It grew in intensity as it revealed a silhouette in the center. That silhouette was very familiar to her. It was of herself or rather the body that she shared with another consciousness. Several years prior, the extra dimensional entity known as Spiral had taken the disembodied essence of Betsy Braddock, an English woman and combined it with the body of the Japanese assassin Kwannon. The two existed in the same form now with Braddock's soul in the driver's seat so to speak.
You failed. The figure loomed closer to her. Your control of the vessel brought us death! I will end your control over the vessel or destroy us both in the process. Her darkness had drawn a katana as it approached her. This darkness was Kwannon which did not surprise Betsy in the slightest.
Betsy's own psyblade extended from her hand as her foes approached. "You can try, but you will fail." She warned her enemy with low tones. She prepared herself for a battle that was truly one for the ages.  To be continued here.
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01/18/2023 01:31 PM
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Final Judgment (intro)
Final Judgment
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Krakoa had been a place of solace for so many mutants. The mutant called Psylocke found it to be a haven there as well. Dealing with the duality of her mind required a place where peace prevailed. Krakoa was her refuge. While her outward appearance was Asian, inside the confines of her mind resided both the Englishwoman Betsy Braddock and the Assassin Kwannon. Thanks to Spiral, they were both the same woman now. Would it even be possible to separate the two? Betsy (the name she answered to since that was her dominant personality) wasn’t sure that she’d ever be alone again. Honestly she’d inhabited this body with Kwannon for so long, it was certain she’d miss the other woman. She was currently going through the motions of practice with her 200 year old katana.
The swinging sounds of the katana permeated the air slicing through the wind with the dexterity and skill of the high rank of The Hand that Kwannon held. She was an enigma among the mutants, but she held onto her home in Krakoa and the peace there. In the middle of her peace, there was an interruption to the peace that started to shake the island itself. The magenta butterfly that was the manifestation of her power made her eyes glow. She could hear the voices calling out in anguish.
 Evacuation orders. Betsy sheathed her katana. She was not about to evacuate. She was going to go face the enemy along with any strike force team that was assembling. She began a full sprint across the island to see Gateway opening the portal and Jean going through. On my way she sent a telepathic message to Jean just as the most powerful telepath of them all had passed through the portal. She knew Jean would be aware of her following through. Psylocke jumped through the portal with no thought to how she landed. Her telepathic force field was in place around her as she jumped.
Attn: Celestial, Dusk til Dawn, Jean, open
Several portals opened above as group of twenty five large humanoid machines dropped toward him. “If you survive this? I will end you personally.” 
Psylocke read the field in front of her mentally seeing also the 25 large Humanoid Machines as they were dispatched toward the man in the large suit of armor. He looked like an armored version of Camazotz from Mayan Mythology. The telepathic female ninja had her katana drawn, sending the blade in an attempt to cut through the metal of one of the robots that were attacking the demonbat.
 She landed beside him with her katana still in one hand and her psi blade in the other. His onboard AI would be able to detect her forcefield around her. She stood in place beside him ready to take on the next wave. ‘You can call me Psylocke, Dark Knight. Looked to me like you could use a hand.” She was sure to communicate to all mutants arriving and those who allied with Krakoa would be aware she was on the playing field now as well. She planned to stick with this Dark Knight and make sure he had adequate backup to fight these fiends.
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01/16/2023 04:02 AM
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Who am I? [TW: violence/euthanasia]
Who am I?
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For most people, that was a philosophical debate. It was far from a journey of self discovery for a mutant that they called Psylocke. Memories from two women faded in and out of her brain. Who was she really? She stared at her reflection in a mirror just for a few moments studying the face that glared back at her.
The features of the woman were decidedly Asian. Her name was Kwanon. The greatest love of her life at one point was a man named Matsu'o Tsurayaba. The secrets of the ancient ninjas of The Hand were poking holes through her scattered thoughts trying to bring them together in some sort of cohesion. She didn't comprehend the love of a man who snatched the mind of an English woman and molded it to hers. Why did she have these lingering thoughts in her mind about an elaborate estate in England and a brilliant Arabian horse that was so perfect, it had to be a dream? Matta hopefully had the answers that she sought.
Her psionic power manifested around her eyes in the shape of butterfly wings while in use. She used what she could to creep about until she found him. It involved her taking a trip back to Kwannon's native Japan. It had to be done. She had no choice. It was Matta who ordered this done to her. It was Matta who could answer her questions.
She found him on a large estate in the shadow of Mt. Fuji. The attendants caring for him all were visibly stirred at the sight of her face as she approached them. No one stopped her. They all bowed respectfully. She was led toward the gardens where he usually spent his time. The word was he was dying. She had to act fast. She stepped with the lightest step as she approached him from behind. It was odd to her that he sat in the dark. It wasn't until he turned around did she understand why.
The former Hand member was sitting on a chair filled with gadgets that kept him alive. "Matta…" His name softly left her lips. She could tell he was in a great deal of pain. His body stiffened a moment before resting again. "I'm here."
"Come to me." His thoughts echoed in her brain. Like most telepaths, Psylocke was able to hear thoughts directed toward her. She took a step closer finally seeing him for the first time in well over a decade. His facial features were twisted and essentially carved into something inhuman. The tip of his nose had been sliced off so that with every breath she could see his nasal passages move. Glistening metal bits were on strategic parts of his chest and his upper torso. The bioelectricity was humming low as these little metal bits prolonged his life. His right arm was missing. With his left he motioned for his attendants to leave him with her.
She stood gazing upon him in horror. He was not the man she once knew. She didn't know the answers as to who had done this to him. There were emotions that began churning once again as their eyes met. "You are so beautiful and strong." His directed thoughts toward her were gentle and loving.
"Am I?" The words passed her lips like a silent prayer. She approached him slowly. She wanted to reach out to him. It was a base instinct that she tried to fight but couldn't. "Why did you call me here?" She allowed her voice to be filled with compassion for a man who looked like the living dead.
He inhaled again showing just how much of a struggle it was for him. Psylocke felt her heart breaking. She was a killer. She had been an assassin for The Hand. Now to feel compassion? "Kill….me….please." To speak made his body tremble because of the pain.
"I can't let you do that Bets." The voice that came from behind her made her turn around rapidly. She immediately clenched her fist emitting her psionic blade with one hand, while her katana was in the other. The man standing there was none other than Logan, the Wolverine. "He's not done paying for his crimes. He murdered Mariko."
She knew of Mariko Yashida, the love of Logan's life. It had been Matta who killed her. "Just look at him, Logan. He's in agony. I can feel it. He's suffered enough." She couldn't believe that she was ready to bring relief to a dying man like this. That man being the one who gave her the duality of mind that she now possessed made the idea even more incredulous to her.
Logan clenched his teeth letting out a growl that was overflowing with rage. She heard the sound of his adamantium claws slicing their way through his skin. The faintest hint of his blood dotted the air as it always did. "Stand down Betsy. He's going to stay like this until I say so!"
Logan's love for Mariko was what fueled him. His every action displayed this to Psylocke. She raised her katana closer to her face with her eyes narrowing. Her psionic blade flashed with a deeper shade of magenta as her own rage was seething. "You stand down, Logan. Would Mariko be proud of how you've made her murderer suffer for all this time?" The ninja had fought the Wolverine to a standstill before even holding her own during one of his berserker rages. She was prepared to do it again and Logan knew it.
A moment of unblemished silence came from him. In what seemed like an eternity to him, a decision was made that was totally uncharacteristic for him. Going against Psylocke was useless and for what? Matsu'o Tsurayaba was definitely not worth all this. His claws slowly retracted with the unleashing of the tight fists at his side. "Fine. Kill him then. Let him rot in hell. I don't care anymore."
She answered his powering down with one of her own. Her katana was sheathed and her psionic blade vanished. "He's been living in hell already." She spoke to Logan. He gave her a muffled grunt before leaving her with him.
When she was sure he was gone, she turned back to the pitiful man who longed for Death. He had watched the interchange between them. She could feel his relief that Logan was gone. He waited for her to make her decision. He was not going to flinch as he faced death. Death was an old friend or in thus case, a former lover.
She walked slowly behind him. If she had been purely Kwannon she would have already killed him. She had Betsy Braddock deep within her consciousness that gave her this one thing she lacked before: compassion. She stood behind him waiting just a moment before she lit her psionic blade once more. Her free arm held his head from behind going around his neck, just under his chin. The final movement of her psionic blade slashed through his tendons and severed his carotid artery. The spray of blood gushed forward leaving a stain on the ground. She held him close enough to feel the death rattles. She released him and depowered her psionic blade.
It was this way his caretakers found him after she left. No one would come after her because they knew he wanted to die. She gave him his final wish. Her own purpose was finally confirmed in her own mind. She was both women all in one. That could never change. Perhaps it made her better in the end. Perhaps it made her worse. There was so much to consider now. She disappeared into the background of one of the oldest nations on the globe. She would resurface when she was ready. There was no telling how long ago that would be.
A life has ended, with the passing of a friend, the memories of times, have come to an end, their threads wove the fabric of an earlier day.
A life has ended, with the passing of a friend, sunrises and sunsets, bright days and dark nights circled again and again, and gave context to this life, moment after moment, their life was lived each day.
A life has ended, with the passing of a friend, lives have been touched by the dear one's journey, laughter, tears, hopes, fears, a life has come to an end memories hold their spirit alive, in my own life.
A life has ended, with the passing of a friend, the loss of future moments, that will not be, grateful for moments shared, that nourished me, moments lived, in casual belief, they would never end.
A part of me has ended, with the passing of a friend, be they gone from the earthly plane, their spirit soars, to renew again, in summerland, heaven or another life, I know not where, but their love remains with me, for in this life, we friends, did share.
I miss my friend, but they will always be near, inside of me, inside you, and all who took time to hear, the music of this life so dear, a life now silent, living only in the memory, of those who survive.
Japanese prayer for the dead
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The darkness stood across from her with teeth clenched. The shadow that faced her was ready to kill her. Waves of anger and purest rage emanated from this soul emerged in the void. “You’re just going to stand there? Fight me damn you! Don’t you know we cannot exist together in the same form?” Darkened digits tightened around the hilt of the katana. The blade was held up and pointed at Betsy. Betsy stood there unmoving and not blinking. The end of this struggle was nigh.
Betsy Braddock was not a skilled ninja on her own. She had been drawn to a higher power. Her calling was that of Avalon’s champion. Betsy was Captain Britain by all rights and reason. Kwannon had a destiny to fulfill as well. Try as she might, the Japanese telepathic mutant was called to be on the side of the light. Psylocke was her name and title. All either woman had to do was accept it. “NO! There is no honor in what happened to us. It is our choice to end this.” Betsy spoke succinctly to the other part of her being. “I know you want to live. You have that right. It should never have been taken away from you.” The psyblade she had ignited was retracted. Betsy knelt on the ground in front of her darkness and bowed her head. “You must decide your next step.”
The psychic ninja had leapt free from the Batman using her telekinesis to springboard off Batman's armor. Run while you can! She warned with a telepathic message as her next stop was Thor's left shoulder. She severed the connection with Batman at that moment. The Celestial was right there and powering up once more. Psylocke's Precognition was going off yet again. She was on the move once more.
She didn't have much time as the danger was closing in quickly. The slender ninja leapt from Thor's shoulder using her psychic abilities in a tremendous burst of magenta colored energy. The burst of energy radiated from her back creating a pair of butterfly wings that allowed her to fly away from Thor before the Celestial fired. She flew away with grace and power gliding back down toward the ground once more landing in the vicinity of other X-Men on the ground.