[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Alleyway near Coldstones -> Morlock Tunnels
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James nodded and put his hand on the man’s wrist, frowning slightly in concentration. His eyes unfocused, his heartbeat matching with the man’s and roaring in his ears, his breathing grew short, and then- Nothing. James blinked briefly as he shook his head, his breathing still fast, and he sighed at the still remaining injury. He didn’t have as good a handle on this as he thought apparently.

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Uh, well that didn’t go exactly like I hoped. I’m sorry.”[/color] James apologized as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, moving into the portal. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Maybe I can help you get some ice after the supply run and I patch up their electrical system? Or try again? Never tried a second time.”[/color] James could feel the back of his ears burning, the embarrassment scalding. That was pathetic; it’s just a black eye. He really needed to spend some time working on that apparently but electrical systems first. Electrical systems first. Those he could do just fine.

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[center][h1][b][i][color=F2C31A]Requiem[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=F2C31A][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Luxury
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

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Requiem grimaced as a flare of pain flashed lanced through his leg but faded rather quickly. The slight rocking of the boat didn’t particularly agree with his bad leg but he’d suffered through worse. A little pain wouldn’t stop him from honoring an engagement with the white king. His cane tapped along as he limped with a dignity he’d managed to regain just recently. The smell of lobster drifted his way and his stomach did grumble but first an aperitif, a martini should prime the pallet perfectly for lobster, and business.

[color=F2C31A]“A moment please.”[/color] Requiem smiled at a server, catching his attention with a slight wave. [color=F2C31A]“A dry martini with a twist please, naked if you can. I would greatly appreciate it.”[/color] Requiem turned his attention back to Dr. Shaw, a contemplative furrow in his brow. [color=F2C31A] “Something tells me these vacancies may be less than optional and if that is the case Dr. Shaw, you have my full attention.”[/color]