[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Morlock Tunnels 
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=mediumspringgreen]“Then, no time like the present.”[/color] James put his fingers on Casper’s wrist again and let out a frustrated huff as the same thing happened. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Damn it! Concussions I can do but apparently a black eye is out of the question?”[/color] The man grumbled, staring at the offending swelling. Why was it being such as resistant little shit. Something pricked in the back of his head as he tried to figure out why this was such a problem and he blinked once, twice, and smiled sheepishly at the man. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Oh shit, I never introduced myself. I’m James, the failure of a fixer upper extraordinaire. You all good outside of the black eye? That guy was a nasty piece of work.”[/color] He asked along with his belated introduction. He had a bad case of tunnel vision when he felt like there was something he could do and it wouldn’t be the first time he skipped straight to business without being a decent person. [color=mediumspringgreen]“How’d you get tied up in that mess? I know we went up to help out Jack and, uh...[/color] James blinked for a few moments as he realized he actually didn’t remember her name. Lighton? Lighten? Light something. [color=mediumspringgreen]“The pair of them―not that they needed it―but you didn’t go out with them, I think?”[/color]


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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]

Requiem accepted the drink with a soft thank you as he kept his attention on the Black King. He sipped at it as Jinx spewed ceaseless naivety. Of course they wouldn’t be protected. In the event they were caught solving this little problem, Shaw’s contingency would likely trigger and the failed pawn would be taken without a trace of connection to the Black King. Requiem knew the game; perhaps it was time the boy understood as well. He’d consider it. The boy would benefit from such a lesson after all.

He adjusted his cane, leaning it against his chair as he considered the assignment. At first glance, it presented itself as straight forward. Find the perpetrator and deliver their head on a plate. What concerned him was the phrase asset, intentionally vague, and not demanding its return. An oddity considering the man was ordering a full investigation into the matter. He took another sip as he considered his options. 

[color=F2C31A]“The vermouth in this is superb. Even with as little as there is, its flavors compliment the juniper perfectly. I personally find most modern vermouth’s struggle against the gin. Is it from Turin?”[/color] Requiem inquired before turning back to business. [color=F2C31A]“What is the asset and how long has it been missing?”[/color]