[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Mutant Underground
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=Mediumspringgreen]“Thank you for having me.”[/color] James shook the proffered hand gingerly, careful of her condition. [color=mediumspringgreen]“It’s been a springe couple of days”[/color] James didn’t push to continue a conversation, both because the woman clearly had duties to attend to―not to mention some time to herself―and a sudden wave of dizziness washed over James and he clutched at Max’s shoulder as a throbbing in his head roared to life. His other hand flew to his head, attempting to rub away the tension instinctively, as he followed Colossus gingerly. Four times in a day was clearly a few times too many but now  all the excitement of the “rescue mission” and the warehouse and Casper wore off, it was catching up quickly with him. He barely registered Max’s flamboyant display. The pillow and sheets were barely in his hands before he slumped to the ground with a sigh. He gave Leighton a weary wave and a matching smile.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“As crazy as you are, I envy how much you can do that Max. ”[/color] James mumbled at Max before turning his attention back to Colossus with a strained smile. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Thank you for helping us.”[/color] James would have offered more at the time but all he wanted to do was rolled himself into the blankets and let the sweet release of sleep take him away until tomorrow. He’d set out figuring out where to find a phone in the morning when he had a clear head and worked out exactly what the plan was. The way things were now, he was just kind of drifting in the wind. Not something he’d like to do when he’d recently fled from the authorities. But that was a future James problem.   


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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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The times Requiem could say Jinx surprised him fit easily on one hand. However, as the boy started thinking on his own for longer than half a second, Requiem had few qualms adding this to the list. What a refreshing turn of events despite the fact that security cameras would not be affected by a standard magnet. It wasn’t unlikely that the White King, considering the breadth and depth of his mutation, could develop a strong enough field to affect the transmission lines but in higher security locations like Ms.Frost’s domain, Requiem doubted something as simple as magnetic shards would cause a lapse in footage like this. 

[color=F2C31A]“Thank you, Ms. Frost. Once Jinx is satisfied with his findings, I believe we’ll be on our way.”[/color] Requiem took the tablet from Jinx, using his phone to notetate when each person entered and left and the time missing from the footage. They had two paths to follow now: traffic footage surrounding the area and the security guard obviously smitten with Jinx. Poor thing has awful taste in men. Each option offered a nice variety of opportunities to pursue and Devon always made a point to say variety is the spice of life. A bittersweet smile twitched at the corner of his mouth at the memory, a late october night while the three of them were still in school and Devon demanded they try a few different whiskeys. A few turned into ten rather quickly and they all spent the day in bed the next day nursing vicious hangovers. A fond chuckle threatened to escape but Requiem maintained his composure while he waited for Jinx to complete his investigation. One hand rested firmly on his cane and the other pun his rings absently. [color=F2C31A]“Thank you for your hospitality despite the lack of notice, Ms. Frost.[/color]