[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 LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=mediumspringgreen] “You spent time in New Orleans?”[/color] That was a new little tidbit of information. He frowned briefly at it. Sure, they were busy getting their asses knocked around at the mutant underground but clearly he had been focusing too much on the here and now if he didn’t even know something as simple as that. He made a mental note to coax more about his past; although, he would have never guessed New Orleans considering the city’s reputation for hauntings. [color=mediumspringgreen] “After this is all over, you should let me take you out on a date. I clearly need to hear about all the Big Easy shenanigans you got into.”[/color] James teased with a nudge of his shoulder before he was turning his attention to the portal that opened in front of them. 

His hand instinctively flew to his gun, only to remember he wasn’t carrying his shoulder holster and Klara wasn’t an enemy anymore, so he attempted to salvage the motion by continuing it into an awkward wave at his previous enemy. Everything was shaping up for the final conflict and everyone seemed to be settling, even if it was rather resentfully, into the fact they all had to work together to get this finished. 

If only.

Just as James was sliding his hand into Casper’s, Max suddenly went on the offensive. Against the fucking Prince no less. It took everything in James not to audibly groan because as much as he appreciated the dude, he really had a knack for fucking things over. So instead of holding his boyfriend’s hand as they walked to the inevitable conflict, he gave Max a thousand-yard stare, glanced down at Casper’s hand regretfully, and then jogged over to the pair before the Prince killed Max. He paused next to them, an apologetic smile as he held his hands up in a peaceful gesture.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Max is just a little on edge. We’re all on the same team here, no need to start anything. We need everyone in one piece for the fight.”[/color] James spoke in what he hoped was a placating manner. [color=mediumspringgreen]“He came with Klara, Max. You can trust him. ”[/color] Even though she is naive as fuck. He didn’t say that out loud though. And the [i]second[/i] the attention was shifted off Max, James was going to smack him over the head for being so damn stupid.