[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 chose to watch his new teammates rather than jump in with any comments. He didn’t really have anything to add as it was. This was very much outside his scope of expertise so he chose to listen. Casper seemed to have some knowledge on the subject, enough to give a ballpark estimate about her condition. His brow wrinkled. Something Sunshine mentioned earlier came to mind and the dots connected. He was the druggie she mentioned when they escaped the massacre. Which would explain how he knows the symptoms of addiction. 

Damn. Poor dude must have been through a lot with someone like Professor X as his dad. The expectations were probably astonishingly high. His own power was stupidly easy to hide. What could being the son of one of the most well known mutants be like?

[color=mediumspringgreen] “What do we need for her then? I know an engine like the back of my hand but humans not so much.”[/color] James asked. 

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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
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Requiem was entirely aware of the consequences of his decision but frankly the children behind him were too much of a headache to care. He joined their little club to employ their resources to his end and all he’d done so far was get bounced back and forth in a silly turf war. He had goals and plans. This little club of overgrown toddlers backstabbing one another proved little to no use. Where they powerful? Yes. But history taught a house divided would fall and the Hellfire club was as divided as an organization could get. 

Requiem left the room without a second look. There was work to be done and they could handle their little issues without him. If they had time to plan and scheme against each other, they clearly had plenty of time to deal with their own issues. He made his way back to the elevator and hit it, waiting for it to arrive.