[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
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Healing Factor (Transmittable) [/center]
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James could barely stand the anticipation as Luna started to phase the metal out of Echo. He’d never seen someone phase something before but it was interesting, horrible circumstances be damned. Watching her slide the metal out like James wasn’t even there was a weird experience but before he knew it, it was his turn. All he could do was hope Echo’s confidence in him wasn’t entirely misplaced. Hopefully, he could live up to his promise. 

James placed his hands on Echo and breathed in and out, letting himself fall into the familiar feeling of syncing up. He was almost surprised by how much fight there was left in Echo. His heart still beat strong, lungs worked properly, and he could feel everything in himself so poignantly, no encroaching numbness that scared him. Except there was an unfamiliar sensation in his back and then nothing past that. It was another type of unsettling, one that felt just as permanent as the chilling void of death, but at least it wasn’t death. He felt bone and muscle and flesh stitch slowly back together, struggling to fit back exactly like it was. James found himself trying to hold his breath as he waited and focused on everything settling right. It was far more exhausting than anything else he’d healed before. Even Luna had been arguaby easier, the actually wounds little more than ruptured flesh, not a fucking [i]spine[/i]. 

By the time everything seemingly clicked back into place and James was released, he felt himself trembling and he let himself collapse onto the ground next to Echo. He sat there, catching his breath and wiping away the sweat on his forehead. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Next time, can you just ask the villain to please stab you in the side or something? So much easier to heal.”[/color] James joked weakly as he slowly caught his breath. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Actually, just tell them to stab me. I’m fucking bullet proof now apparently. Bet a magnetic shiv won’t do much either.”[/color]