[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Manor
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Kickboxing, Torture[/center]

The throbbing in his head had receded a tad but with these bizarre illusions around him, their howling and screaming echoing in an annoying cacophony, it was like he had two headaches simultaneously. He’d been distracted for a moment, closing his eyes as he rubbed at his temples in a futile gesture to find some relief, and then suddenly he was changing, skin hardening without his command as something slammed down on top of him. He glanced up as a blade shattered on top of his head, the impact still making his head throb despite the lack of any real injury. James stared for a second at his skin as it shifted back into… skin, mind churning with a few experiments he could recreate with new data, but his attention was snatched back into the present by a tentacled freakshow.

Mini-cthulhu apparently knew his name and the solution to this. Now he just needed to figure out who Casper was. Someone beat a hasty escape, the metal woman was panicking, and a decided unhealthy looking man hit the ground without any real reaction but with an ethereal blue glow. Mini-cthulhu was deafening the glowing man with everything it had so James guessed he was the source of all this. He plunged through the chaos, building up speed to catch the scrawny man in the head with his foot and James let out a quiet hiss of pain as toes met skull. He paused, looking around for anything but apparently that hadn’t done the trick. James stared at this Casper―looking for all the world like he’d drop at the hint of a stern word―in disbelief. He’d used his head like a soccer ball and he was doing fine?

James hastily straddled the glowing man, fingers finding and digging into the carotid artery with familiar ease as he wrapped his arms around the man’s throat. He squeezed and waited until the man fell unconscious and while James eased off the pressure, he didn’t let go fully. He really wasn’t sure what was going to happen and if it wasn’t enough, James would just snap the man’s neck. [color=mediumspringgreen]“What the hell do you get me into, Runa?”[/color] James muttered under his breath as he watched his surroundings carefully.

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Reactive Adaptation if attacked![/hider]