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James Camron[/center][/h1][/color]

James couldn't help but feel a tad-bit overwhelmed as he found himself suddenly surrounded by people, one of them even handing him some sort of medicine while another offered breathing advice for the next time he had to fly in that dumb machine. James just nodded somewhat dumbly at first, unsure of what to say, of what to do. There were other words, other voices beyond those in front of him, but he just couldn't focus enough to truly understand what was being said, or if it was even directed at him. His agitation and hesitation seemed to irritate Raganavic, for he could hear the Aeon's growling reverberate inside of his head, the closest thing he ever got to words from the beast.

Taking a breath to center himself, James stiffened slightly as Nic wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning into him as he talked about getting something to eat.

[color=Lawngreen]"I'm f-fine, guys, r-really. I j-just ate a bit too much. Sickness and discomfort never really stay that long. Besides, um, the vomit's seems to make good, ah, fertilizer."[/color] James muttered as he pointed towards the spot where the vomit had been, only to show that it had been overtaken by a lush patch of grass swaying in the breeze. [color=Lawngreen]"I don't t-think I'm ever going to get used to stuff like that happening."[/color] James noted somewhat shakily, his hands rubbing against each other as his temperature rose just a tiny bit more, though it might've been a bit too much for Nic. As the group seemed to get herded to the meal tent(but not before one of the other SOLDIERs had a, frankly, terrifying fit of some kind involving shooting lightning everywhere), the entire group was to be seated at a large wooden table.

James took the time as one of the others introduced himself to look about the room, his eyes flitting from person to person, mostly focusing on Nic and the others who had come to assist him earlier. [color=Lawngreen][i]Who were the others again. . . uh, Natalya and Athena, right? Yeah, that seems right. Then there was that other girl, but she didn't seem to say much. I also don't get the feeling she likes me.[/i][/color] As James came back to the present, he found that the room was someone silent, with the guy who had been speaking earlier seeming to be waiting for something. So naturally, Raganavic decided that now was the perfect time to zap him with a bolt of energy up his spine, causing him to nearly jump to his feet. He cursed the heavens above and the hell below for how his Aeon constantly seemed to want to embarrass him or make his life hell, before taking a slight gander at what he was actually supposed to be doing.

[color=Lawngreen]"Uh, um . . ."[/color] He hesitated briefly, his hands fiddling with the edges of the armor plates over his legs. However, he remembered to take some breaths, closing his eyes in hopes that it would make speaking to them a bit easier. [color=Lawngreen]"M-my name is James Camron, SOLDIER Third Class as of about . . . maybe a month or two ago,[sub][sub]if that[/sub][/sub]. My Aeon is R-Raganavic, and while I d-didn't have any real military experience prior to my enrollment to the program, I hope that the two of us together will be able to prove ourselves worthy of serving with you all [sub]or[/sub] [sub][sub]at the very least, um[/sub][/sub] [sub][sub][sub]prove to not be a burden on the battlefield. . ."[/sub][/sub][/sub][/color] James voiced slipped into silence as his head tiled down. For those watching, it would seem as if he had frozen up. However, in the moments between thoughts, a small battle was waging in his mind.

In a field of blackness, a single figure stood, a glowing bright spark of green that stared at the abyss of the soul. A call went out, a lamenting wail that rocked the very fabric of this space, bringing with it a rumbling to the blackness, and tremors that ripped and tore the darkness away. Behind the black void, something shifted, feelings of irritation and agitation roiling through the gaps between worlds. Suddenly, a surge of dark green and blazing red blasted out of the holes in this reality, surging forth to overtake the small spark with the mass of liquid-energy, but the spark stood seemingly undeterred. The tidal wave smashed against it with terrible force, and yet, the spark held it back. The energy pushed and heaved against spark, it's rolling waves suddenly being pulled around the tiny light.

Before long, all of the energy was bound to the spark, constricted into a spinning ring of rage and anger, of chaos wanting to be free. As the ring struggled to escape, the spark began to pulse in a hypnotic pattern, and with each pulse, lines of energy like circuits on a motherboard would burst free from the spark, racing across the void towards the swirling ring of energy, each connection met with a flash of light as the energy was slowly funneled into the spark, and as more and more energy flowed into it, the light shone brighter and brighter, filling the void with a grand radiance. From this radiance, a series of equations, numbers, coding commands, and dozens upon dozens of matricies. Order, struck and shaped from the chaos of life, and with this order comes shape, comes form, comes function.

In the realm of the living, as the moment ended, James' eyes took on a slight glow, the grey being replaced with a deep amber as tendrils of energy branched off of his being, twisting a writhing in the air to form the beast the dwelled within. It's serpentine form coalesced into being around the boy, formed of a myraid of reds, greens, and golds, eyes staring intensely at all those in the room, raking over each of them with a passionate indifference to them and the beings they held. After it's quick survey of the room, it let out a rumbling growl before dispersing into an array of light particles. as they fell upon the table, the oak seemed to come alive again as twigs and leaves begun to slowly sprout up around him. James stood there, kind of unsure why he had just done what he'd did. Was it Raganavic wanting to make it's presence known, or did he secretly want to show off his abilities, to show those around him exactly what he could do. Whatever the case, he'd made a bit of a spectacle and, not knowing how to end it, simply sat down while keeping his eyes focused on studying the wood grain before him.