Psylocke | Yield & Cooperate

Sai had been traveling across the lands, such as Krakoa, New York, and K'un L'un. Though she had found her way back to the futuristic 2099 Tokyo, however unusual it may be to her... It felt like home. Despite its stark differences between her era and now. She had been traveling alone, not keen on what the X-Men had to offer, due to her not being their original Psylocke, the one they are used to. Kwannon or Betsy. Welcomed, but out of place. In more ways than one.

Walking the streets of the currently stable state this entanglement had to offer. Sai was accustomed to heroes, villains, and antiheroes alike showing themselves through portals that had dropped them on the land as if they were weightless. She had made the most of this timestream entanglement, slaying the Yokai that have also been dropped across the streets. Today, she had met many people who have been dispensed out of a shifting portal, however, one portal in particular had been opening and closing.

Sai had thought this was a clear sign of a Yokai, these specific qualities had made her ready her Ōdachi in one hand, and conjuring a pair of psychic handcuffs, she readied herself. At the first clear sign of a person being expunged by the portal, Sai had dashed towards the portal and halted her slash with her Ōdachi, only to smack the side of the person's head with the blunt side of her blade. Afterwards, she used the psychic handcuffs, linking the person's hands together in front of their body. The pink glow emanating from them, as she stood over your prone body. Her own body was turned away, facing a different direction. However, hearing the slightest bit of your awakening, her Ōdachi was at your throat the tip of it grazing the skin there.

Sai turned her head over her shoulder, looking down at you, with a glare, "Not a Yokai? Interesting. That kind of portal you had... It could've got you killed." Though unbeknownst to her, the only view you had was upskirt, seeing the crease of her thighs meeting the asscheeks, the red panties are the only thing keeping it 'modest' so to speak. Or else you might've suffered death by view rather than death by a thousand cuts. She had sensed your gaze, "I'm curious... You a