Foraging is fun

[Psycho]

Psycho took a step like he was about to leave but stopped. "No I don't think so."

[Storm]

"What is it with you people? Somehow you always seem to find ways of making our lives worse, and then when we ask you to leave you can never do it...you always have to go all macho and say no like its for a good cause," Ororo said laughing. "Logan what do you think we should do with him?"

[Wolverine]

"You know whatI think we should do with him," Logan said opening an can of soda with one of his claws. "Chuck left the three of us in charge of this place, and since my better half isn't here at the moment you and I'll have to come up with something." He chuckled as he took a sip, hoping the solution would involve violence of some kind.

[Psycho]

Psycho raised a brow at the sight of Logan's claw. "Hn. This should prove interesting on what you two think of on how to get rid of me. As both of you don't know what I'm capable of," he said with a laugh.

[Storm]

Storm smiled glancing at Logan, "To tell you the truth we would both love to see what you can do, that's mainly why the intitute exists. Furthermore me and Logan have been around for a very long time, and both of us have seen mutants and men alike capable of much more than anything you could dish out. So what's you story, what makes you so much greater than any of them?"

[Psycho]

He just casually gave a shrug, "Oh how about this." Psycho then switched to bullet time, his movements too fast for the human eye. He moved over to the counter and pulled out a steak knife. He then moved behind Ororo and placed the blade against her neck, reappearing less than ten seconds later.

[Storm]

Oror moved her head away from the knife, rasing an eyebrow again and smiling at Logan, "Hmm, almost ten seconds, sloppy," in truth it had been hard to track him if not for her training, "You should work on it," suddenly she reached up taking his wrists, she pulled fowards his arm switching handsand grabbing his underarm then kicked his back against the front of his ankle and flipped him onto the dinner table a few feet away. She gathered herself and patted down her dress. "My apologize but I got closterphobic," she said smiling.

[Wolverine]

"I can do that trick too, bub," Logan had Psycho by the scruff of the neck, one of his own claws across his throat.

[Phoenix]

"Okay, there's a stranger on the table and Storm's in evening wear. What did I miss?"
Standing at the entrance to the kitchen, arms full of groceries, ('But why carry when you can levitate?' She had argued with herself. 'Because doing things the hard way keeps you human.') was a very amused looking Jean, the puzzling scene before her just to odd to keep a straight face. The groceries leviating across the room to rest gently on the counter, she rested one hand on her hip.
"Something tells me you weren't invited..." A pause, as she figured out a name. "Pyscho. Nice."

[Psycho]

Psycho was taken a back by Ororo being able to caculate how long it took him to move. Plus not expecting her to flip him onto the table and Logan to get a claw out. Now with Jean entering the picture he didn't quite know what to do. A telekentic person he never had to deal with and that would really slow him down. With a surge of power as his second power activated on its own. He dropped the knife and grabbed Logan's arm, pulling it away from his neck. As his strength now rivaled--but wasn't equal--to the Juggernaut. "Let's point that in a different direction." He said and tossed him to the side. He wished this kind of power he was able to control like his bullet time but it wasn't like that though.

[Phoenix]

Outstretching a hand, Logan's speed was slowed before he slammed into some cabinets, and Jean ensured he landed on his feet.
*~ Oh, no you don't. I just re-painted this entire kitchen.~* She hissed telepathically to Pyscho, turning to face him. Another hand gesture and a heavy surge of raw TK slammed into Psycho, forcing him back, before invisible tendrils shot out and snaked up his legs, arms and chest, restricting his movement and squeezing tighter by the second. *~ You can't pull your bullet speed trick if you can't even breathe, can you? Now, play nice. Apologize to my friends and tell me you'll go now, nice and easy.~*

[Storm]

"Jean...you never fail to show were you might be needed," Storm said smiling.

[Psycho]

Psycho struggled against the TK hold Jean had put on him but it was usless. When she had mentioned apologizing to them it was one thing he never liked to do, well this persona never liked to do anyway. He just spat in her direction. 'Argh! Why must you do this to me?' his normal self yelled at his evil persona in his mind. He just gave a mental smirk.



(( He just gave a mental smirk. ?))

[Storm]

Ororo frowned and walked forward, she stepped up on a chair and pushed herself up before Psycho, then with her hand seized his chin forcing him to look at her. She looked deep in his eyes for a moment, "I didn't think so..." she then stepped down and turned to Jean, "This isn't the same person who walked in this kitchen."

[Psycho]

Psycho smirked despite having trouble breathing with Jean's hold. "I didn't think you'd catch on so fast."