[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's New HQ
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=mediumspringgreen] “Good. Good, that’s good. Thanks.”[/color] James said gratefully. That little brush with death was hitting him hard. He hated to admit it but sometimes it was hard to shake the feeling he was practically invincible. Sure things hurt but as long as he could clear it out or reset it, the pain went away quickly enough. It kind of desensitized him to it. If he stuck his hand on a heating element while the stove was on, it would absolutely burn like a bitch but knowing that it would be over in a few moments after he moved his hand made it so much easier to keep his hand there. Oddly enough, it made even some of his most painful encounters feel like an extreme workout. At worst, he felt wobbly and weak and a little sore but there wasn’t any lasting damage and the next time he could handle it just a little longer, he could handle just a little more pain before he had to recover. And he didn’t even think about it. 

He forgot others didn’t have the luxury to just ignore hurt. And he forgot how vulnerable he was when he gave it to someone else. He hadn’t had many opportunities to explore that part of it until the Underground so it just slipped his mind. This was a brutal awakening. He didn’t appreciate it. 

He absently rubbed at his neck, unconsciously searching for his own pulse, as he watched Cyclops and Havok talk. Well, it seemed everyone had connections to the x-men here. James frowned at the thought. The Underground was clearly well connected to the more visible groups but they were severely underfunded and were forced to work entirely on their own wits and speed. James could understand limiting their interference; if they wanted to move mutants, it made sense that the public eye would make it more difficult for them to do their job but it only seemed reasonable that their parent group at least help keep their members in decent health. The group barely had enough supplies to take care of themselves, not mention reliable food stores, without stealing from everywhere they possibly could. Normally he would give the X-men the benefit of the doubt but after hearing how their leader handled his personal affairs, he was hesitant to extend that courtesy. Waverly, however, clearly didn’t harbor his inhibitions and the excitement made him smile. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Out of curiosity, what brought you our way?”[/color] James asked.[color=mediumspringgreen] “This place is a bit out of the way for a casual drop by.”[/color] James shifted a little on the cot. The food helped him perk up a little bit and now that he had, a few concerns wiggled their way in. First, he hoped Casper made it out. Second, there was the world’s most well known telepath in the building and that put him on edge. Thirdly, why were they here. He doubted that, in light of his personal concerns, they were here for anything beneficial to the Underground.