[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garage
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [/center]
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The side effects from piecing back together Echo were still making themselves known, protesting every step he took through this… Whatever this was. Honestly, all he wanted right now was a five year nap. Just bundle up in blankets and disappear into the void for a while but with their luck, a meteor would wake him up as it crashed through the ceiling. Echo was firing laser beams, Veil was failing to pin Jack down, Sapphire was failing to impale people with ice (though maybe this weird nice streak was keeping up and she was keeping in mind how her powers would affect Jack), and Jack had gone full emo. James had violent flashbacks to the late aughts when MCR was all the rage and it was considered cool to hate your parents and shit talk them. Jack was seriously playing up the tortured loner kid stuff with the “you don’t understand me” and the “I put on this face everyday just to hide my feelings”. It was like a bad high school drama and James couldn’t help but snort at the image. Jack all done up in goth make-up and the terrible trick pants with 80 billion zippers and the MCR t-shirt was a hilarious image. 

He heard Veil yell at Waverly to get out of there and was quickly reminded that she’d been hurt. He wasn’t sure he could muster up the energy to patch up her cut but he could at least escort her out of there. He made his way over to the van, muscles and joints grumbling at him all the way, honestly unconcerned. If something blasted him, something blasted him. The goal was to get Waverly out of the way. He popped over to the van and held out his hand to her. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Come on, I’ll help you inside and we can take a look at that.”[/color] James offered. Hopefully, Jack would ignore them since they were ignoring him. James didn't want to get dragged into this fight. He was just going to rest a little while Veil and company wrapped this up and then he could get to helping the sick. Yeah. That sounded good.

[hider=held roll] Reactive Adaptation if attacked or caught in a wayward shot[/hider]