[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 laughed at the movie reference. True, maybe Colossus was but this only ended if the bell rang so he could be a nuclear bomb for all that mattered. James was going to try and manipulate every advantage they had, not that it was much. The man had more experience, more determination, and frankly the muscle, or metal in this case, to tell them to fuck off. Though as Ms. Sparky Sparky Boom woman over here sprayed sparks everywhere, James got an interesting idea. 

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Alright, slight change of plans. Leighton and uh, Sparky―I’m so sorry I don’t know your name but we can do introductions later?―you two go around opposite sides. Feedback will follow one of you. Feedback if you can throw the Top 40 at him, see if you can blast the most physically painful, harsh sound you can imagine right at him. See if we can keep him a bit distracted. After that, this guy and I―again, I am an awful person for not knowing your names―are going to charge down the middle to keep his attention and see if we can duck around him.”[/color] James whispered to the group, feeling awful that he was just coming up with names but right now, he was focused on winning this. Names would come later and probably more apologies. [color=mediumspringgreen] “While we’re going in, Leigton and Sparky should keep an eye on what he’s doing. If he tries to move or grab someone, light him up with lightning and ice. I’d say aim for the face but I don’t know if his eyes are invulnerable right now? Maybe the neck so he has to protect himself. Worse comes to worst, I’ll patch him back up but working together is the only way we’re making it to that bell.[/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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[color=F2C31A] “Then sit down before you work yourself up any further.”[/color] Requiem suggested as Jinx paced. The boy would just work himself up and then start throwing jinxes every direction. They didn’t need the pair of woman killing the boy before Requiem was through using him. He sipped at his wine more as he considered how they wanted to handle this any further. Anastasia immediately proved herself less than helpful, intent on relying on a skewed source rather than discover her own. However, Jinx made a good point about the death . A coroner’s report would be available somewhere and Requiem already had plans on making a stop at the precinct’s office. Two birds with one stone. 

[color=F2C31A] “I fear the wide variety of tools at our suspect’s disposal may have made the death an inconsequential factor but covering every base is an excellent start. Good idea Jinx.”[/color] While correcting any behavior, a periodic piece of praise can go a long way. Requiem didn’t think it would turn up anything however. Given the people involved, the man could have simply been told to drown himself or drink a gallon of bleach and no one would be the wiser. The possibilities were endless really; creativity and cruelty often went hand in hand in this world after all. And that the suspects were in a position to alter the information they were looking for made everything just a touch more difficult. [color=F2C31A] “I always find the word traitor amusing. It is entirely subjective. More often that not, a situation demands the traitor make a choice, adhere to the constraints of its organization or stay true to the ideals of the movement that the organization has ultimately abandoned in search for material power. So no matter the choice, the person is a traitor.”[/color]