[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 -> Garage
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [/center]
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James gave a half hearted salute to everyone as they left and he took the time to relax outside on the ground. What the hell had his life become? He did not sign up to face down powerful and dangerous people who kept insisting on crippling and killing the members of the Underground. How did they even get to this point? Their whole job was to help mutants escape persecution. Yet somehow, it felt like they were quickly turning into a small militia. They’d faced down Sinister, the others dealt with Polaris and Pyro trying to find a scientist, James and his team had to beat up a bunch of Purifiers while almost all of them were infected, and now Magneto had come calling. Great look for a relief group. 

James sighed at the thought and focused on the sun on his face and the ground beneath him. He really ought to do this more often. It felt nice not to be thinking about the next thing, the next project, the next whatever nonsense they were going to be inevitably pulled into. Speaking on nonsense… James pulled himself up from the ground with a groan, feeling himself ache in places he didn’t realize could, and shook the dirt off his back. The team was back with Jack and Glimpse had probably poked through his head already so he should probably go check up on Sunshine. His legs protested but he made his way inside eventually. He felt like he could nap for the next nine hundred years. Yeah, he was definitely putting a nap on the to do list. 

What he found in the garage was… honestly another day at the Underground. Waverly was bleeding, Spark Plug else had vomited if the smell was any indication, and things seemed a little tense. [color=mediumspringgreen]“So, uh, what’s up?”[/color] James asked, not really sure where to start with whatever shitstorm he just walked into.