[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 Palace
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: None[/center]
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James stayed silent most of the way to the palace, not particularly looking forward to the executions. While the previous members of his unit believed he enjoyed murder for the sake of murder, it was quite the opposite. Senseless murder exhausted him. The only pleasure he got from the loss of life was that of a job well done, of all the pieces falling into place with each life ended. The fall back plan with the Banner project served to further alienate him from his support, including his son, and ease the way for the next attempt. These executions? Nothing but death after death after death with nothing to show for them. Their lives brought him no satisfaction or dissatisfaction in life, why should their deaths be any different.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“It may well be.”[/color] James acknowledged Sapphire’s comment. [color=mediumspringgreen] “I believe the likelihood of their success far outweighs our ability to combat them but also long as we get a trace on them, it will be worth it. We should take the chance to slip a shapeshifter into their midst in the confusion.”[/color] James mused, side eyeing Mystique. As usual, she dropped an information bomb at the last moment, making a grand exit behind Sapphire as James rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, he was intrigued. The woman who attacked a bound man struggling to figure out what the fuck was going on did not match up with someone aimlessly wandering the streets. He nodded his goodbye to Agent Watts and made his way down into the cells to find the woman. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“How interesting. Out wandering the streets with no protection? What were you thinking?”[/color] James asked when he arrived, sincere confusion evident in his expression. First impression did not suggest aimless wanderer on their brief meeting. 

[color=FF17F2]”Trust me, fairly certain I’m going to get a lecture about it later knowing me, but you know, the world is screwed up and all which I didn’t know during our last encounter. So apologies for blasting you backwards,”[/color] Klara responded, looking over at him. [color=FF17F2] “Not to mention someone essentially even knowing I didn’t know about the other real world basically insulted me in probably the worst way possible so I didn’t really want to stay anywhere near him at the moment…”[/color] 

[color=Mediumspringgreen]"I'd rip into you too if I was them. You're an idiot."[/color] James shook his head in disappointment. A slight against her? No insult, regardless of its severity, was enough to put everything she had worked for at risk like this. [color=mediumspringgreen] “But I’m not here to lecture you. I’m sure your comrades will do that plenty once they’ve secured you. Likely at great personal cost to them but I guess sacrifices must be made. Another thing for you to brood about.”[/color] James looked around for a chair, dragging one over and sitting in front of her cell. He watched her carefully for a moment, considering his options.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“The world is all screwed up? That’s nothing new. The King wants to launch research into Dr. Banner’s original experiments, we kill people for no reason other than to draw out resistances with no results, and yet we are now just figuring out the world is a mess? Unless you’re referring to my recent coworkers your organization stole and their inane idea that this is some wrong world we all have a full life of memories of.”[/color] James sat back, hands clasped together as he fiddled his thumbs. [color=mediumspringgreen] “So explain this all to me. Satisfy my curiosity and I’ll reduce the casualties your forces suffer during your rescue.”[/color]

[color=FF17F2]”I was referring to the part about another reality that your co workers believed to be real, as now do I. I’ll admit, I didn’t believe them at first, one of the main reasons I wasn’t in the best mood at all, but then one of them restored my memories, and now I remember the other world perfectly. As for them coming after me, that would be assuming that they even know I’m here, I kind of took off without saying a word about where I was going. You also say no insult should result in me storming off? Well how about someone essentially telling me that I essentially am the worst and that I tarnish my father’s name, who in this reality has been dead for a while… However in the real world he is very much alive still.”[/color] Klara didn’t even really look at him at the moment, she was more of glancing over at a wall, just looking at it, her mind racing, and she clearly was thinking about things.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Is your [i]other self[/i] niave or just stupid? You commandeered several shield agents and our files have you listed as a known resistance agent. Do you really believe you aren’t bait? Even if they don’t know now, they’ll see you when they arrive. Or someone who looks like you at least.”[/color] James sighed. Someone insulted her father and so she stormed off. He rolled his eyes and sighed. [color=mediumspringgreen] “My condolences for your loss then. This other world, is it better than this one? Are things between the races better? Your newest additions seem intent on ignoring this world in favor of that one for some reason.”[/color]

[color=FF17F2]”In the other world I’m not even from Midgard,”[/color] she responded to the first part of his question, and it was obvious from that wording that she was Asgardian in the other world. [color=FF17F2]”I think the other world is far better than this one… For one, my father is still alive, however it is more than just that.  Like King Erik? He’s not actually the king of the world, he’s a terrorist and mutants are the minority, not the majority, and he constantly from what I’ve heard tries to take over the world at least every other week.”[/color]

[color=mediumspringgreen]“The Human Resistance is considered a terrorist group here. The King’s actions in an alternate reality sounds suspiciously like humans here.”[/color] James shrugged off the accusation. James didn’t know much about Asgardians other than a few notable figures and that they lived on another world but from his point of view, they seemed rather unstoppable. The other reality everyone seemed to place their faith in sounded like a mirror of this one, a reality where humans reigned rather than mutants. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Well, its no matter. This business of worlds and realities doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me. You’r resistance group however has someone I want. What if we strike a deal? You for Dr. Banner. You have several shield agents under your control so you could likely launch a rescue effort for him as well and I can quit this moronic organization once and for all.”[/color]

[color=FF17F2]”Oh please, fairly certain they aren’t going to strike that deal at all, just saying. I mean, after all the trouble that they went through, I mean really… Most of the people there now don’t even actually know who I am, so why would they do a thing like that?”[/color] She asked with a slight laugh. It was intriguing to her that James thought that the group would do something like that, but she knew enough to know that the odds were they weren’t going to, especially since to most of the group she was a complete stranger, aside from those who already had been with the resistance and had their memories of the real world now.

[color=mediumspringgreen] “No but you have a connection to Banner and that’s the only link I need. Put pressure on your cousin who stresses out Lance who accidently puts pressure on the green monster.”[/color] James shrugged. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Banner’s big green friend is always the way to secure the good doctor. Like I said before, a pile of bodies often makes people think differently. But I agree with you, it won’t happen. As much as I’d like an easy retirement.”[/color] James tapped his foot repeatedly, considering his options. [color=mediumspringgreen] “I need more information about this and you’re my only link right now. I’ll make you a deal then. You have someone who can restore memories? I’ll help you and your little resistance here in exchange for you person restoring mine.”[/color]

[color=FF17F2]”You’d help me, just because you want to know what’s going on? Please, you are definitely an interesting one aren’t you? Not to mention you were mean to my cousin last night from what I can tell. Besides, why in all of Midgard would you help me, and potentially destroy your own life in the process? Since you have to remember, if we are unable to right the wrong and fix reality, we are all stuck in this one.”[/color]

[color=mediumspringgreen]“If that’s what you think, then you haven’t been paying attention.”[/color] James already told her he’d kill just to stress Banner’s connections, he’d already pointed out his dissatisfaction with the regime’s methods, and pointed out he found little issues with this reality and she couldn’t put the pieces together. No wonder she ran like a child at the slightest hit to her pride. James would raze a city to ensure the job was done. James would usurp the monarchy if necessary to get his hands on Banner. He made plans, he worked plans, and he got the job done but when so many new variables enter the equation, he needed more information to move forward. Understanding the delusion these fools were under would help with that. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Help for memories. That’s the deal.”[/color] James repeated, a bored look creeping over his face.

[color=FF17F2]”Problem is I can’t make that deal, since I’m not afraid to die you know. Not to mention how do I know I can trust you, and how do I know that you won’t just use that chance to essentially turn all of us in? So no, there is no deal, since yes, I too would prefer there not to be any bloodshed if necessary, however, I don’t think that’s going to be avoidable in any sort of situation.”[/color]

[color=Mediumspringgreen]"Suit yourself."[/color] James said, standing. He put the chair back where he found it and turned to look at her again, smiling cordially. [color=Mediumspringgreen]"Living is what you should be afraid of, Klara. Death is the easy way out. After all, you aren't going to die."[/color] He nodded and headed out, heading to find where he was supposed to be.