[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]“Seems legit.”[/color] James nodded at the response. It didn’t serve to ease any of his concerns but honestly, it was probably unnecessary worrying anyways. The Underground had operated with these people pulling the strings before he was here and will continue to do so after something inevitable takes him out while he’s here. It wasn’t a particularly reassuring thought but it did help compartmentalize it and shove it away for the time being. Which of course, led to his next biggest issue. 

James stifled a yawn behind his fist as the exhaustion chipped away at the little buffer the pizza gave him. He didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation; although, he was curious if contacts would contain his power just as efficiently since the lenses weren’t being ripped apart and clearly no additional heat was lapping around the edges of the glasses so it wasn’t like they were holding back the energy beam. All questions for another time because right now, this cot was feeling incredibly comfortable. He blinked a few times and laid down, practically asleep even before he laid down and wiggled into a comfortable position.