[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 Tunnel
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Healing Factor[/center]
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[color=mediumspringgreen]“Thank you.”[/color] James nodded his head at Jack after he pulled him through the portal. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Didn’t need to add a murder on top of destriction of property, you know?”[/color] He reached over to Casper after noticing his hand pressed firmly against his head and tried to heal him twice more, growing more frustrated with each attempt. He probably barely managed to stop the bleeding with the [i]fourth[/i] attempt. At least he did that. James was starting to wonder if he’d hallucinated the ability the entire time.

[color=Mediumspringgreen]“Well, fuck me..”[/color] James sighed in irritation. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Maybe I’ll be more helpful once I finish the electrical stuff. Never was much good at distancing myself once I had a project. And we didn’t even get the heat shrink tubing.”[/color] James let out a groan as he surveyed the set up again. Down a generator and insulation. Wonder if Blink would pop him in just to pick it up…

[color=Mediumspringgreen]“No, that is Bad Idea number one.[/color] He muttered to himself before turning to everyone returning from the Warehouse. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Could use some help getting this all fixed if anyone’s up to it. Makes it all the easier.”[/color] He said.. He moved over to the generator and gave it a look over, glancing up as Max was finished with whatever he was saying. [color=Mediumspringgreen]“Oye Max. You’ve been enlisted in helping me fix this crap since [i]someone[/i] shut down my tubing.”[/color] James said loudly,  jerking his head towards the generator.
    
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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]: Frost International HQ
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Requiem sometimes wanted to command the monkey to dance in a busy street. The [i]second[/i] Jinx opened that aggravating mouth, Requiem was half tempted to back hand him into the next century. When it possible trouble with someone with a power like Emma Frost, tone was important. Requiem would give the boy credit for the half truth, he quite liked it if he was being honest, but that tone really got under his skin.

[color=F2C31A]”Jinx is quite right, Ms.Frost.”[/color] Requiem agreed, although far more kindly. [color=F2C31A] “Time is money in this world. I’d prefer to be done sooner rather than later. I have plans this evening for this one.[/color] And although he’d just decided, Requiem started outlining a thorough discussion of proper etiquette when speaking to someone above your station.