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“i never know what’s going on & i believe it’s very sexy of me to be like that” r i p

meme weekend, not accepting ^^

        ‘    no offence, warren . ‘  / she remarks, making eye contact through only the side of her eyes, a fleeting expression as she turns away, if only for a brief moment, ‘ but i can name several things about you that are far more  . . . ‘ she trails off, purple hair falling over her shoulder as she moved back around -- to meet his gaze, lips locked in a coy, yet curt, smile, ‘ but whatever ruffles your feathers.’ 

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 meme weekend | accepting !

      “   you need help. “ 

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38. “I can’t leave you like this.”

  meme weekend | accepting !

       WINCE ON HER FACE / but unclear whether from the cringe of the words, or the action of tightening the bandage on her legs.   ‘ really ?  i always assumed you’d be someone who always did everything by themselves.’ the ninja’s words were cool and composed, the slight wince in brows the only mark of any apparent discomfort that betsy might be experiencing. she attempted to stand, a slight wobble in her stance.   ‘i’m a big girl,  i don’t need someone to look after me.’

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jean.

wiping the sleep out of her eyes, the red haired mutant made her way from her bedroom down to the kitchen. jumping slighty, she whipped around to find the familiar woman, making herself at home, “pop by? you haven’t popped by in a long time,” jean poured herself coffee before leaning her back against the counter, “how are you?”

      ‘ well --  times change, kettles break ‘ /  betsy began, trailing off as eyes moved to the side, the rest of her sentence implied that it was eventual.    still, she had some hesitancy, ‘ if the invitation’s been rescinded, you just have to let me know and i’ll put it into a to-go cup. ‘    she tries to  lighten the situation with her jokes; as if she had not walked back in as if she owned the place.    ‘ things are as well as they’ve been in a while ;   the situation back in england stabilised enough, you see . . .     what with,   shaun of the dead occurring on the streets.    ‘    

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kitty.

“Wow. Thanks,” Kitty said, turning it over in her hands. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” She knew that there would probably be drama once everyone else found out she was back, but Kitty felt no need to start that drama early. “How are you?”

     ‘if you don’t wan’t it /’ betsy began, with a light hearted shrug that matched her casual style;        ‘ i can take it back,  those little knick knacks can fetch a fair price.’ she trails off her joke with a light laugh,      ‘ i’m alright ;  only took me what -- 3 ? years this time to clear my mind,   i presume i’ve missed a lot; care to catch me up with how things are for you ? ‘ 

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              SHE SPEAKS IN A SIGH /before her words start, violet eyes rolling lightly to the side -- catching the other woman’s.     ‘ can you believe they don’t sell tea here ? ‘ she questions / not expecting an answer.    ‘ the nerve -- ‘         ( it’s a coffee shop that only sold coffee / yet somehow betsy still found it in herself to become mildly annoyed. )    ‘   -- do you have any coffee recommendations --      i’m not going to walk out empty handed.  ‘     /  @lvrexx - sharon ( sc. ) 

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              NEATLY WRAPPED GIFT / was thrown in kitty’s direction,   curt smile on betsy’s face as she remarked ; ‘ catch. ‘ walking back into everyones lives with as little of a ‘hello’ as she could give /       ‘ it’s something small ;          nothing really,  but i thou’t you might appreciate a little something from england. ‘             a collection of tea bags picked up at the airport ;  unusually low class for elizabeth,     but last minutes called for desperate measures.  /  @mutantxxpryde ( sc. ) 

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             SHE’S SLIPPED BACK / to her old habits,           acting as if she hadn’t just come back after ignoring everyone for the last couple of years.       polite smile on her face as she lounged at the table,         white china cup filled with steaming liquid delicately balanced between calloused fingers;          ‘     oh -- good morning,            don’t mine me.        my own kettle broke so i thought i could just pop by, ‘            // @scmmertimes ( sc. ) 

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         IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN /            eventually at least. the penance for her trying to dodge all her problems, by just running, using the chaos using the chaos to just disappear. her phone had buzzed for months, years, after she upped and left to ‘deal with the trauma’  (one number appearing far more than all the others). It was dumb of her, it was stupid, frivolous, uncaring, but it was her way of coping -- - which gave little thought to how it might hurt everyone else around her.  the few that cared about her. And here was one of those people,      just bumping into each other           ‘ warren -- ‘ her voice somehow managed to not fail her,        but any sort of apology died shortly soon after on painted lips. Her words, whilst clearly awkward, weren’t faltered by the prim tone of voice, spoken as if they’d only talked days ago,         ‘ -- you’re looking well,’         // @wrthgnton ( sc. )

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It looks like ELIZABETH BRADDOCK has been transported to New York City. SHE is a TWENTY SIX year old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HER is BUTTERFLIES, FISHNETS, NEON LIGHTS, HAND READINGS, SMOKY CITY SCAPES, VIOLET EYES & VIOLENT MINDS.   // PINTEREST.

hewwo here’s my 2nd character n loml . . ..  betsy braddock.       here’s a fun little ^-^ tl;dr bio.  + this is a startercall in one because i’m lazy ! so like this n i’ll make u a starter, pls dm me a character if u have a specific in mind !

NOTES.

i p much only know comic canon for betsy / but like not recent comic canon bc idk what the hell is going on // so my betsy is like           ...     comic based but ignoring some ( cough large ) parts of canon -- namely. i write betsy as british-asian,    she is japanese but born + raised in england ( because the braddocks aren’t even from england, they’re from another dimension so like . . . .    fuck ur racism claremont. ) n that’s a bout it !

HISTORY.    betsy braddock -- elizabeth braddock to some, captain britain’s twin sister ‘ the famous super model ‘ to most,    and to a few, psylocke. long term member of the x-men.

born and raised in england as the youngest of the family, but the most violent. she loved to hunt, shoot guns, fly planes, she was a real cut out for the MI6 and did briefly work with them for a time, but after he twin brother became captain britain ( the tame, meek one of the duo. ) she left and became a model instead. eventually, her psychic powers began to manifest / and long story short she eventually joined the x-men through some hesitancy of her own part.

she worked with them for several years, getting brainwashed and trained to become a villain a couple of times ( red dawn / lady mandarin / dying and being brought back to life by the hand ) -- she eventually retired from being a full time member of the x-men in order to better deal with the multiple personalities, and darkness, raging within her. she’d been touched by the shadows, kissed by death.  and then she actually died.  for a while. again.       she physically cannot count her deaths on one hand.    luckily, having an omega powered mutant for an older brother who keeps manipulating reality to bring you back to life ?   pretty handy in those situations !!!

she bounced around teams again after coming back to life //  finally coming to peace with who she was as a person,                       till she developed a nasty obsession ( addiction. ) to violence.   which made her perfect canidate for x-force ; where she constantly has to battle between herself,  her past, and the weapon she was made to be.       she has in her own words; a lethal soul.  a born and raised killer posing as a hero. needless to say, she’s got some problems with who she’s been forced to become. 

POWERS. telepathy / telekinesis / precognition / reality anchoring. 

PRESENTLY.

betsy did survive the snap // purely because she is immune to reality warping ( any manipulation of the space-time continuum. ) as a ‘present’ from her older brother.  however she disappeared for the last couple of years effectively off the face of the earth, leaving many to think that she had in fact passed away.      mostly to help deal with the braddock estate ; secret recon missions ; dealing with her ‘addiction’ of sorts.   and trying to find out what on earth had even happened in the first place -- so she’s back in new york, following the leads of everyone returning and just showing up on the x-mansion’s door step with like a cup of coffee and a belated ‘hey suppppppp.’

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We must be prepared to deal with them. No matter the cost.

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‘this is where i belong. at rest. at peace. left alone.’