[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside -> First Floor: Entranceway
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James let Sunshine go with a wave but he decided to sit outside for a while. It was cold but he didn’t let it bother him; the snow was pleasant to watch and it made the world look wonderful again. After the incident with Sunshine and Max in the comic shop, the world seemed so hectic, so dangerous and dark. They saved who they could, hide those they couldn’t, tried to keep some semblance of normalcy for their team. James felt oddly pensive as he watched the snow fall, an alien feeling in his chest. Worry and frustration boiled up and then was gone, just a hollow in his chest. James hadn’t quite felt anything like it before, at least not in this reality, and he frowned. Contemplating the beauty of snow wasn’t his thing. He wouldn’t even have noticed something like that.

He shook his head, feeling a little more normal as he shoved that thought out of his head, and jogged back inside. Sunshine probably still felt terrible but at least it was controlled. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that, much less do anything about it. Identifying issues was one thing; solving them a whole other deal. James could patch up someone’s body but the mind was a whole other mess and frankly, one he didn’t want to try and figure out. He didn’t need anyone trying to turn that on him after all.

James paused in the entranceway, originally planning on heading to the dinning room for food before figuring out what he missed in the past week. Something felt… off. Like a sudden pressure against his mind. As quick as it came, it disappeared and instead Luna spoke in his head. James looked around, poking his head into the training room and then into the dinning room trying to find them.

[color=MediumSpringGreen]“Luna, what are you doing?”[/color] James responded, concerned. He felt his skin crawl at the sudden invasion and he actively attempted to push down any stray thoughts even as worry bubbled up. [color=MediumSpringGreen]“Is everything okay?”[/color]