[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]: Healing Factor (Transmitted) [/center]
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With Max not in immediate danger of death, James sighed and made his way through the portal. Maybe they should invest in one of those animal leashes they made for kids. Max certainly seemed like he needed one. James snorted at the image, dragging along like the chaos causing infant he could be but he put the image from his head as Sapphire called him away. [color=mediumspringgreen] “You got it, boss.”[/color] 

Dealing with his Red Guard team now was.... awkward and he kinda felt like apologizing but he wasn’t sure that was really any help at this point. If they really were pushing the final confrontation then more likely than not, considering the Mutant Underground’s luck, everything would turn into a royal shit show and they’re all going to die anyway so what was the point. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Alrighty, you know the drill, uh, I think. Honestly, all the memories are kinda overlapping and I haven’t really had enough time to separate what I know about here and what I know about there. But don’t wiggle and we’ll get you all patched up in a jiffy.”[/color] He smiled at her as he gently paced his hand near the wound and let their breathing sync and the normal dizziness wash over him as he knitted her muscles back together.

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Taking 20 (or 10 whichever I have time for) to heal Niah[/hider]