[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 (Stairs to Floor 2)
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James sighed as he paused on the stairs. He could feel the exhaustion seeping into his muscles as he stood there. How many people had he healed today? If someone else needed anything more than a patch up, he might honestly pass out. His stomach grumbled and he frowned at it. Healing powers may be great but they relied on his own reserves too and 16 children plus a beaten up Jack and nearly dead Casper was a lot to handle. He felt his legs wobble a little and decided very quickly he should probably take a break before gravity demanded it. He sat down on the steps to watch the interrogation of their attackers. 

Just in time to see Max burst through the doors and his eyebrows shot up. He wouldn’t claim to know Max well but he hadn’t seen anger on his before. It was weird; he’d only ever seen embarrassment or… well, mostly embarrassment on him considering he did burn down a building. Pride maybe? Definitely vanity. But anger seemed out of place for him. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Those two,”[/color] James jerked his head over at the unconscious girl and Vulcan, [color=mediumspringgreen]“Showed up outta nowhere and started blasting away. There was also a Purifier attack at the same time down in the Morlock tunnels. We’ve just been getting people back on their feet.”[/color] James explained, the weariness creeping into his voice even as he tried to battle it back. 

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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] “Nothing you need to be concerned with. Just follow along.”[/color] Requiem replied as they waited for the elevator. He mostly ignored inx’s rambling; the boy was likely still hyper from their encounter with the misfits and needed to let off steam but he did pull Requiem’s attention to their newest… ally. Considering her connection to Frost, it was likely she was more of a leash than anything else. She was useful, he supposed, although he wasn’t impressed with the girl’s performance. She managed to convert one of the most useless members of their little band of renegades, put out some fire, and get herself impaled. Oh and she tossed the thief nearly out the window,he should credit her that. Too bad she failed the follow through.

[color=F2C31A] “She does remind me of Ms. Frost.”[/color] With all her inherent weaknesses. Arrogant and reckless, eager to prove herself better than those around her with little regard to her own position. Requiem chuckled quietly to himself. She’ll learn soon enough that often times circumstances entirely unrelated to her are what cause her usefulness to change. Too often do soldiers forget they are disposable and Requiem firmly believed the Kings and Queens saw themselves as the only irreplaceable pieces to their plots. Even a queen loses interest in her favorites if better circumstances appear.