[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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James slept through most of the day, the repeated attempts at fixing his crush up taking more than he expected. When he did wake up, it was the afternoon and he groaned as he rolled out of bed. He still forced himself through stretching and several laps around the area just to stay active. His next goal was a phone, which he was temporarily side tracked from when food was announced and frankly he didn’t care what the fare was. Hunger is the best spice and was he ever starved His food disappeared almost the instant he got it and his hunt for a phone resumed after he helped clean up. He found one as the mission team assembled and James couldn’t help but poke at Max or Tome or whatever he went by.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“No fire this time, alright? You’ve got enough arson under your belt already.”[/color] He chuckled as he passed Tome before he left. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Break and leg and all that! But don’t really. Still a bit worn out. I recommend waiting til tomorrow!.[/color] James suggested as he headed over towards Colossus. He pulled out the piece of paper Casper provided and created a new contact, [i]Casper <3[/i]. He typed out a message, still a little nervous, and turned his attention back to the group.

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Hey, its James! Still not 100% about coffee since I slept through the entire day but at least we can chat through here in the meantime. I hate for you to think I ghosted you![/color][/quote]

[color=mediumspringgreen]“I bet you’ll do great! It’s not so hard after the first few sessions and it’s easy to practice even without a partner.”[/color] James encouraged Leighton, only thinking about the sparring and not the power part of the issue. [color=mediumspringgreen] “I’m definitely down to spar. Been a few days since I could get work up a sweat not related to pissing off the authorities.[/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 Hellfire Club
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Requiem sipped at the red wine he procured earlier from the club’s reserves, a younger vintage than he normally indulged in but surprisingly pleasant nonetheless. Pleasing hints of cinnamon contrasting a silky elegance proved the wine’s vintage inconsequential.  Requiem hummed as the other two spoke, ignoring Jinx as usual and affirming his opinion on the newest member of their team. Confidence and resolve etched themselves into her every movement, something Requiem could appreciate since they manifested in a far more mature manner than the brat’s, and she clearly held herself to a certain set of standards. The two were like night and day, though he wasn’t sure which would cause him a greater headache. On one hand, there was the jester whose behavior was a chronic pain and caused him to play the diplomat far more than he liked. On the other hand, there was Anastasia who seemed like the type with [i]ambition[/i] and those with ambition often caused more problems than they solved. She’d probably push to take over the investigation and Requiem had little problem letting her.

He worked better behind the scenes anyways.

[color=F2C31A]“I recommend ignoring his antics. Acknowledging the behavior is an err you will ultimately regret.”[/color] He commented amusedly after another sip of wine. [color=F2C31A] “As for our discussion, Ms. Reinhardt has the right of it. We must move forward with the assumption surveillance is constant here so we’d do best to catch our newest addition up to date. After our debriefing yesterday and confirming with Mr. Shaw no investigation report was made due to the primary security contact’s death, Jinx and I made our way to Frost Headquarters where Ms. Frost intercepted us. She escorted us to the holding area for the Sentinel and after a short investigation, we discovered very little. As was to be expected. Scuff marks on the floor, metal fragments not handled in the theater, security footage showing all four of the inner circle accessing the room along with the triplets with Reeva and Mystique with Magneto. Ms. Frost and Mr. Shaw indulged in carnal pleasures, Ms. Payge and the triplets access the equipment and then made a phone call, and the last pair used the medical room before leaving for the day. The Sentinel appears up until an hour long blackout and then is missing when the footage resumes. Again, as expected. Ms. Frost is apparently running her own investigation and superficially is willing to collaborate.”[/color] Requiem explained. Although they’d discovered little, they had a few avenues available including Jinx’s little love interest. And he planned to fully take advantage of that particular little instance. 

[color=F2C31A] “Would you care for a glass of wine while you give your opinion on the matter, Ms. Reinhardt?”[/color]