[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Human Resistance HQ, New York, New York
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James stepped through the portal with no small amount of trepidation. The warning from Strange played over in his head. [i]Or risk the extinction of the mutant race.[/i] Apparently no matter how things went, mutants were fucked all around. Abducted and turned into drugged up puppets or the possibility of extinction. What the hell are with these choices? Couldn’t the universe cut them some slack? For once, could the repercussions just be they maintain the status quo? Apparently that was way too much to ask for. 

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Well, let’s see if we can’t find Casper and Jack. They might be able to help us hunt down the rest of the group.”[/color] Did he have ulterior motives for wanting to find the first, yes. Was he about to tell this group of people he was adamantly against literally 24 hours ago? Absolutely not. He did however pull out his phone on the off chance, because Casper [i]never[/i] answered his phone and especially not when you actually needed him to, Casper would be playing with his phone and not drinking while begging Ben to help him cheat at Back Jack or something. Which would probably be incredibly lucrative for awhile. Maybe he could convince him to do that in the other reality. Scamming rich people of their money must be a better hobby than basically everything else he does when he’s overwhelmed. He paused before he actually hit send and deleted the message. It’d be more fun to sneak up on him, if Ben didn’t rat him out first.