[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Grove
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

Waking to Esme’s summons wasn’t exactly how he planned to spend his day but he wasn’t about to ignore the Quiet Council, especially after the tragedy the Children of the Vault inflicted on them. Healing, rebuilding, and burying the dead over the past few days took a toll on the island. Grief and sorrow still hung heavy in the once mirthful atmosphere despite the attempts to help everyone. This wouldn’t just blow over like a summer storm, James could attest to that. The number of full night’s rest since the attack has been exactly 0, the nightmares leaving him restless and sobbing and clinging to Casper in the middle of the night as he repeated who he was and where he was over and over and over again like a mantra. He’d considered reaching out to someone about it but when telepaths featured heavily in his nightmares, he couldn’t overcome the nausea that rolled in his stomach at the thought of someone in again.

When they’d arrived at The Grove, James couldn’t help the smile on his face as he looked around the room. It was a beautiful space but he turned his attention to each of the members seated as Reeva explained their summons. It was a strange combination, the callousness of Selene and Mr. Sinister versus the stately composition of Magneto and Reeva, not to mention the casual detachment of the others. But it must work to some degree, he supposed. Otherwise Genoshia probably wouldn’t have gotten this far. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Of course I will.”[/color] James replied, following the others and taking a seat. [color=mediumspringgreen]“The Mutant Underground has always helped mutants in need. This is just a different kind of help. Hopefully, we’ll prove as helpful as you think we will.”[/color]