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Josh Cornillon

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X-Men #5 - "Psychic Rescue in Progress" (2024)

written by Jed MacKay art by Ryan Stegman, Jp Mayer, Livesay, & Marte Gracia

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Inktober Day 9: Kwannon/Revanche

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Ro Yoshimiya

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Psylocke #3 by Alyssa Wong and Vincenzo Carratù. Variant covers by (1) Carlo Pagulayan and (2) Kasia Nie. Main cover (3) by Mahmud Asrar. Out in January 2025.

"Psylocke is hot on the trail of a mutant trafficking ring… but a dangerous new villain is tracking her.

Has her past come back to haunt her, or has her investigation made her new enemies?

And will the help of her lover, John Greycrow, be enough to turn the tide?"

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Psylocke: Mutant Yokai Slayer MARVEL RIVALS

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Because no one will care.

(X-Men Volume 7 #5)

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Psylocke sketch before bed, goodnight tumblr! 🥱

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by SWW

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X-Men (2024) #7 variant cover by Joëlle Jones

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Astonishing X-Men (2017) #1

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Psylocke #2 by Alyssa Wong and Vincenzo Carratù. Variant cover by JeeHyung Lee. Main cover by Mahmud Asrar. Out in December.

"X-MAN NO MORE!

With her membership in the X-Men revoked and blood on her hands, Psylocke's new life is already crumbling.

Can she still be the hero the world needs her to be?

And how will Shinobi Shaw help her with that?"

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“Safehouse, yes. That the X-Men know about, no.” Kwannon shot him a pointed look. “And I would like it kept that way. Please.” Off she went, sticking mostly to the shadows to spare more of his dignity of being carried like some kind of weak-kneed bride. It didn’t hurt that he was lighter than most (counting Logan), so the journey went smoother than either of them expected. Blindfold. Cute. She didn’t bother reminding him that she could wipe the memory of this place from his mind once he was back on his feet and out the door. “I’m not surprised someone who can sling around webs would be into that kind of kink,” she retorted, eager to play through on his quip if that’s the direction he wanted this conversation to go. Why not make it awkward for everyone? The safehouse was nothing more than a bare-bones apartment tucked away in the corner of a nondescript building that could be mistaken for any other around the city. There was the pleasure of a couch — which she laid him on — and a working hotplate so that she wouldn’t have to worry about a gas bill. Which meant no hot showers either. She extracted a small first aid tool from under the couch and spread out some of its contents. With deft hands, she worked quickly to patch up whatever wounds were still weeping and still-tender bruises.

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Kwannon can understand the unfamiliarity of “softness,” of having someone stand in your corner and vouch for you. Such offers were always met with skepticism, having distrust ingrained into her blood and bones. So she wasn’t going to judge the woman for wanting to flee. Doing that was easier than stepping into foreign territory. “A chance is better than none. And let me worry about the others. Some of them have vouched for worse and gotten what they wanted. Responsibility will fall solely on me if you step out of line, and that’s something I’m familiar with. We’ll start small and see where you want to go from there.”

" My heart tells me to run, " she stated. " But this is not the solution, and I know that. "

The hand on her shoulder feels foreign, most people didn't touch her willingly, and rarely - if ever - in a comforting manner. Ginny was the only person to ever try to be close with her since she was taken to Mojoworld.

" I will help. Pull my weight. I don't think that I am in any position to have demands or requirements. I just want... a chance. "

Spiral shook her head lightly. " I don't think the X-people would like the offer you made me. "

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The sudden intrusion into her space, the warmth against her mouth... Kwannon wasn’t sure how he’d gotten past her defences to arrive at this current situation, but there it was. She made it brief with a gentle nudge against his shoulder. “It’s not that it’s not appreciated. It’s more surprise that you would even consider it.”

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Kwannon bit the inside of her lip; she wasn’t going to probe his mind about that one, because she already knew the answer. Logan tagged himself as the lone wolf, the anti-social X-Man who would rather stub out a cigar in your eye than accept help. But she knew better. His actions said everything she needed to know. “It isn’t concern. You’ve been through worse. I was merely inquiring a rough estimate as to when I can put you down. Not that I’m hating the pleasant conversation we’re having right now. I’ll be sure to pack some trail mix next time when you need the energy boost,” she riffed. Scratch that: a beer would be a better offering than trail mix. “On that last point, I will agree. It’s a shame we’re not able to more often. Without the rules hanging over our heads, of course.”

Logan laughs. 

“Yeah, well, you know me.” He says, grinning through the feeling of his nerves knitting back together.  That was always the worst part. It’d be over soon enough. “I don't play nice with others.” Maybe an understatement. 

“Don’t worry about ol’ Logan, darlin’. I’ll be fine. Always am.” Couple more steps, and he’d be able to stand on his own. Thank god. His pride could only take so much of a beating. “Besides, we won. Can’t complain about getting to kick some ass.”