[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]: N/A[/center]

James watched with little interest as the ghost eater walked the odd mutant through whatever issues he was dealing with. From the brief moment of attention he gave the out of control mutant, James could easily conclude he’d rather this be their first and last interaction. Not only was he out of control, he was slovenly and, if his first observation upon waking was any indication, exceedingly immature. Maybe they ought to have stripped the man-child of his mutation. Of course, then someone people were asking about him

But before he could muster a reply, the King swept through the doors in all his fury. James saw the Queen and a rabble wisely followed in his wake. James dropped to one knee, barely keeping himself from yanking the nearest imbecile down with him. If they wanted to have their heads removed for their impunity, so be it. James had no connection to these people. [color=mediumspringgreen] “My apologies your Majesty but besides the thirty or so ghosts that were here earlier and the metal woman strewn about, there were no others that you do not see.”[/color] James replied evenly. 

James’ head spun with disbelief and the lingering pain of the headache. Why in the world was everyone ignoring the King? Why was everyone blaming the Princess for something? Did someone really mess with his head? The wizard mentioned messing with his mind… Was a telepath to blame? It probably was a fucking telepath. 

Telepaths were the worst.  

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Reactive Adaptation if attacked![/hider]