"Okay," said the director, "that was good. Psylocke?"
"Yes?"
"We'll want your weapon for the next scene."
"Okay."
Psylocke twisted her right hand in the air. Mid-twist, her purple, psionic katana appeared, being twirled around by her fingers, and making a rather impressive appearence.
"Nice sword," commented her co-star.
"Actually, it's a katana."
"Whatever."
"The katana is a Japenese long sword, which were only ever used by the Samurai, and in fact, if a commoner dared to have one, he could be killed and the katana taken away on the spot. A Samurai's sword was considered to be his soul."
"Fascinating," he replied dryly. "Is it just for show? Or can you actually cut things with it?"
Psylocke's telepathy picked up the interest of the watching crew. Picking up from the camerman's mind that he hadn't turned the camera off, she decided to remain in character for her response. She held the hilt with both hands, as most katana techniques were two-handed, and brought it down through his clothes from shoulder to thigh. His shirt fell to the floor, and part of his pants sagged down, sliced cleanly.
"It can also cut through plate armour."
"You've tried it?"
"How do you think I know I can?"
"Huh. Can it actually cut through flesh?" he asked, absently putting his hand to his head.
"Sure. Headaahe?"
His eyes narrowed.
"Yeah..."
"That was the mild setting. At it's best - or worst - I can disrupt your neural relays and short-curcuit your nervous system."
"Ahh..."
"That was fantasic! Please tell me we got that on film?" the director said, turning his head.
The camerman gave him two thumbs up.
"Fantastic."
Her co-start winced. Psylocke hid a smile and turned to a runner.
"Could you zip off to my dressing room? There's a blue case in the third drawer. Can you bring that to me?"
The runner nodded and, well, ran off.
"What's this?" the director asked.
"Telepathic headache tablets. I know someone how can make them, and with my particular skills, thought they'd be appreciated. They work marvellously well," she assured her co-actor, "headache will be gone in no time."
"Thanks," he mumbled.