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Spider-Man	It was warm, with the sun's rays still beating down on the city and Spider-Man was thankful that his costume breathed well. He had been on patrol, though it was a little early. Most crime didn't seem to happen until after the sun went down. The criminal element was unusually dedicated in waiting until the cops were absent, and there was the cover of darkness. The sun gave off a glorious golden glow as it had already begun to cause large shadows from the high buildings, but there was still plenty of light to enjoy the last hours of the day. Fortunately, Spider-Man had come prepared. Whenever he needed a break from webswinging, he could pull out his textbooks on genetic manipulation or theoretical physics, or in this case, his portable Nintendo. He had found a good spot to observe one of the more active areas of Brooklyn, and was currently dangling underneath a gargoyle, backpack slung over his shoulders, as he played his video game. He was playing a version of Metroid. Underneath his mask, he licked his lips. He'd pause it every few moments to check, but his spider sense was quiet for now. He couldn't hear any alarms. People were going about their day. In fact, there was a couple on a nearby rooftop sunbathing.
Psylocke	As the sun continues to set, there is a large shadow created behind him. It grows larger with each passing minute as the sun dips lower on the horizon. Still the world goes on with nothing bad happening, at least for several minutes. The shadow behind him moves. More precisely, a shadow detaches itself from that darkness. It climbs up out of the shadow as though it were a hole in the roof, allowing the dark figure to emerge adn stand beside the dark silhouette. Then the shadowy form takes shape, becoming more human, revealing the woman within. His Spidey-sense may not go off since there is no danger. Or perhaps it will since where she goes, there is always danger. The red tattoo is visible on her face for just a moment until she steps fully from the shadows, then it fades. She takes silent steps the few feet seperating them, peeking over his shoulder at the video game. "I thought you would be patrolling. Is that what you call this?"
Spider-Man	His spider-sense only goes off when there's danger. She means him no harm, so there's no danger. But if someone were following him, hoping to catch him changing, or otherwise reveal his identity, that would set it off. Plus, people he becomes close to eventually become immune to it. It's actually something Peter worries about. He relies on his spider sense so much that when she speaks, he nearly drops his video game, but his reflexes are good enough to catch it out of mid air before he dropped it. "Oh, uh, hi there." He immediately slips the video game into a back pocket, zipping it up as surreptitiously as he can. "I was just waiting for the sun to set. It's like the clubs, no one commits a crime before it becomes dark. Okay, only the really dumb ones commit crimes in broad daylight, or incredibly smart ones, like Hans Gruber, though he's fictional, there are criminals like him." He did a bit of a somersault, coming up from his awkward position and landing on the rooftop in a standing move. "We could patrol together. What's the range on that telepathy of yours? Point me in the right direction? Where's a crime? Because all I'm seeing is a guy wearing socks and sandals, another one playing When the Night Feels My Song. My last roommate played that constantly. It's got to be a crime to subject a roommate to that kind of noise pollution, right, please say it's a crime?"
Psylocke	Glancing in the direction of the music, Psylocke frowns slightly. "I'm not familiar with that song." She reaches out, mind brushing that of the listener, allowing her to 'hear' the song vicariously. Almost immediately she shuts it off and shakes her head. "That may be the worst song I've ever heard in my life. Yes, that should be criminal if it isn't already." She moves to the edge of the roof, peering over the side at the world going about its business below. People going to and fro, some hailing cabs, others just walking to their destinations. She closes her eyes a moment, focusing her power. Then she lets her mind open, allowing thoughts and information to pour in from the area. Bits and pieces of thought are touched then dismissed. This one worrying about his bills, that one wondering if the girl he likes feels the same way, her hoping she gets the part in the play off Broadway...There! She turns her head to the left, chin lifted, eyes still closed. "Three blocks over. Alleyway. Mugger has a man cornered." She opens her violet eyes, glancing sidelong at him as she gets a little smirk on her lips. "Race you." Then she sinks into the shadow she's standing upon, a flash of the red tattoo the last thing he'll see before she disappears.
Spider-Man	"That's so unfair!" He says, as he leaps off the building, shooting out a web line. By the time he'll get there, Betsy will have the mugger subdued. She can teleport instantenously. He has to glide through the air on a string. And she's a ninja. Really, he's overkill in this. She could take out a whole building worth of terrorists with ease. She'd make John McClane look like a rank amateur. But he does swing over, landing on top of a garbage bin, already having a quip ready, "Anducci's Spider-Men, here in 30 seconds or less or you money... back." Of course, the mugger is unconscious by the time he reaches there, and the victim is profusely thanking Psylocke, and likely checking her out too. Spider-Man fires off some webs around the criminal, tying him up for the police to take care of him, "I know I'd never be able to pull of long ears, but I didn't think I'd end up the turtle in this story either."
Psylocke	The thanks are appreciated. The looks are ignored. That's really what is best for the would-be victim so she doesn't end up scaring him worse than the mugger did. With a tight smile, she sends the man on his way. Only to have to add a little mental nudge to get him to wander off down the alley. Another nudge has him pulling out his cell phone to call the police. As Spidey gets the mugger bundled up for the authorities, she watches the efficiency of it. Quick, tidy, bad guy not going anywhere. "Well, I did cheat," she admits with a half shrug, glancing up to the building above them. "Meet you on the roof." Then she is stepping to the side, into the shadows there by the trash bin. A moment later, she appears on the roof above so they can speak freely as well as being out of sight when the cops show up. "I promise to let you beat up the next one, okay?"
Spider-Man	Spider-Man shook his head in the negative, and shot another webline up, using the elasticitiy, plus his own strength, to leap up into the air, then another webline. He got enough of a head start and then began climbing, quickly, up the wall. It was a bit of a waste of web fluid, but he was trying to keep up with her. He was just a guy. She just vanish. It wasn't fair. But then, when had the life of Spider-Man ever been fair? When he finally did get up to the top, he pretended to be out of breath, heaving. He was actually fine, but he was doing it for comedic effect, "okay, next time, you climb the skyscraper." He took a position on the ledge, legs spread wide, wider than most guys would be comfortable, with his hands between them. He liked those kinds of awkward, athletic positions. It felt natural to him for some reason.
Psylocke	Moving to the ledge next to him, she crouchs down low, keeping her knees pressed together in front of her. She looks down the building then at him with a hint of a smile on her usually serious face. "I don't think I could climb a skyscraper, if I wanted to. So maybe not the best of deals." She puts her hand down, resting her weight atop it as she straightens one leg and settles back to sit beside him. Her other leg follows the first then she rests her hands on top of her thighs. The sound of sirens can be heard approaching, the police responding to the mugging. Glancing at him, she takes in the posture. "Never planning on having children, are you."
Spider-Man	He found it to be comfortable, but she looked comfortable, moving so slowly, so precisely. Her body was a weapon, or an instrument, and she wielded it as a master. He decided to mimic her movements, settling down so that he sat on the ledge, legs dangling. He didn't keep his knees together like her though. But he had no fear of falling. He could maintain his balance in the strangest of positions. He naturally found equilibrium. It was one of the gifts from the spider. He heard the sirens too, and noted, "they made good time today. Hopefully he gets the help he needs." Even the criminals needed respect in Spider-Man's view. Sure, sometimes he'd tie them up, dangle them upside down, but that was usually when they were right outside a police station. If he thought they'd have to wait for any length of time, he made sure they were in a comfortable position. Her comment surprised him, "I've never really thought about it. I figured somebody would take me out long before I got to a point where that was the kind of thing you think about." He was answering her straight, "but yeah, a little Spider-Boy or Spider-Girl would be nice, someday." And then it dawned on him. "Oh, uh, my body, yeah, I'm fine in weird positions."
Psylocke	That innocence is what is so amusing about him. She's making a joke and he is answering seriously. When he's usually the one with the quips. Perhaps her dry sense of humor loses something in translation sometimes. Or he's just that nice of a guy that he didn't get it. She somehow thinks that's the real reason. His words have her violet eyes going to him, locking on his mask, a smirk playing about her lips again because reeally, has has to have said it that way on purpose. "Weird positions can be fun. With your flexibility, the weirder the better."
Spider-Man	His eyes are emotive. It's an impressive feat of engineering that the mask's eyes can dilate and contract with his expressions, giving him an oddly human like appearance despite the covering. It's almost like a Disney film, the way they draw eyes far larger than they should be in proportion to the rest of the face. He blushed under his mask, and that would have been hard to tell, if not for the eyes. "Erm, uh, yeah... I guess. Hey, is that a siren?" He heard no siren. There was no siren. Things were actually very quiet and very secure right now, much to his dismay.
Psylocke	"I don't hear any sirens," she points out, the smile back on her face. "What's the matter, Spider? You prefer non weird? There's something to be said for the classic positions." No, she isn't being merciful as she enjoys seeing that embarassment. Well, what she can see of it. Down below in the alley, the police take the mugger into custody and tuck him into the back seat of the car. Turning her head to look way below at the sceen, Batsy shakes her head again.
Spider-Man	He was usually so confident as Spider-Man, but she knew him as Peter too, and with this subject matter, well, he was more Peter than Spider-Man right now, even with the suit and mask. "Oh boy, er, they're... all good?" He really wasn't sure what to say to this. He felt so embarrassed right now, and she seemed to be thriving on it. When he catches her shaking her head as the mugger is taken away, he asks, "what's wrong Psylocke?" He was a little more excited than he had intended. Perhaps he was very thankful to change the subject to anything other than what they had been talking about.
Psylocke	"Hm?" Psylocke realizes he caught her contemplation. "Oh. Just the mugger. He wasn't even doing it because he needed the money. He likes scaring people. Robbing them. It makes him feel strong." She frowns a bit then looks over at Spidey. "I should've broken his legs instead of just knocking him out. Would've served him right." But no, that isn't the way she should be thinking. It's those darker impulses talking, pushing at her to release the control she has over that side of her nature. Something she cannot ever do.
Spider-Man	"Psylocke, that man needs help. If he wants to hurt people, he needs a psychiatrist, not a general practitioner. Knocking him out was better than breaking a leg, though, actually, just incapacitating him, without making him lose consciousness, might have been the best thing to do." Spider-Man was a big believer in doing the right thing. His family had raised him well. He reached out to drape a red and blue clad arm over her shoulder, already knowing a bit about those darker impulses. He was trying to help her too. "He's as much a victim as the people he preys upon. I'm sure he wasn't always that way. Something must have happened to him to set him on that path, and if we can, we should try and help correct it."
Psylocke	For a moment, Psylocke considers just that. It wouldn't take much. Just a few tweaks to the mugger's brain. He would give up those impulses, become a better person. It would help save others if he managed to get out of jail. Again. It also would be morally wrong to tamper. She sighs, kicking her feet slightly where they dangle off the side of the building. "You're right, of course," she murmurs softly. "Hopefully he'll get the help he needs in the system this time, before they regurgitate him back out into society."
Spider-Man	Sensing her thoughts, "you know; it's not that bad an idea. Just, we have to wait for the laws to catch up. But in time, you know, with the right research, testing, regulations, who knows? In five or ten years, there might be telepathic psychiatrists who are legally and ethically able to help people by using their training and their gifts." He wasn't opposed to it, as long as it was done right. But someone just doing it as a vigilante, well, it was a person's mind. Sure, he was a vigilante, but, he never messed with anyone's mind. Still, he probably did accidentally hurt some people. Little niggling injuries he never knew he inflicted. It weighed heavily upon Spider-Man's mind. He could hurt someone, not know it, and never find out. But that's why he was so careful with his abilities, using super strength against those who could take it, and kid gloves on those who couldn't.
Psylocke	They are on such extremes of the spectrum. He was concerned with the people he hurt. He cared that they might be permanently disabled in some way or even just have aches and pains from an old injury when it rained. Psylocke? Not so much. Violence was her nature now. Even before the Body Shoppe. Even before the Crimson Dawn. Back in her days as part of the Captain Britain Corps, there had been violence within her. Now, it was only worse. "I doubt they will ever accept telepaths for psychological assistance. It's takes away free will. As much good as it could do, that is the line that can't be crossed without getting into morally gray territory. We have enemies who use it for evil as is."
Spider-Man	"Abilities like that are sometimes born, like with mutants, sometimes gained through other means, like being bitten by a radioactive spider, so yeah, there is a difference. But it's not that much different than what's taught. Chemists, pharmacists, martial artists, they can be just as bad. The world changed. The early Egyptians believed that the Earth was flat. Anaximander, a sixth century Greek philosopher, said that the Earth was the centre of the universe. Clyde Tombaugh thought that Pluto was a planet. We've been learning and adapting to new discoveries as far back as we can recall. And it's still changing. People learn to adapt. We accept and embrace new things." He gently took her hand in his glove. "And we're better for it."
Psylocke	Her gaze drops to his hand touching hers. She turns hers over, wrapping it around his. "We learn, we grow. It's the nature of things." She lifts her gaze, violet eyes going to the lenses of his mask. Difficult not being able to see his eyes but the mask does allow her to read his expressions. It's quite amazing. Her lips twist a moment. "I still feel bad for Pluto though. I think it should be made a planet again. Just because itw as considered one for so long. Not that it probably cares." She tucks one leg up, foot flat on the ledge, knee there so she can rest her chin upon it as she considers the skyline. "I need some more adrenline flow. Care to continue our patrol?"