[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Midway between Shi'Ar Bar and the Underground table
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

His voice was hoarse by the time he was shaken violently out of the mind numbing pain. The tremors wracking the island were too much too ignore and James stared bleary eyed at the damaged all around - the withering plant life, the hoard of evacuees, Ben looking like he was on the verge of tearing someone’s throat out and Jack seemingly doing his best to reassure, calm… James wasn’t really sure. Everything sounded like it was underwater and he felt a bone deep exhaustion. He looked around, trying to gather himself past the fog in his head, and fixated on the massive Selene. 

Normally, he’d be angry. She’d taken away Casper, she’d taken away their future, she’d taken away a father from their son. It’d only be natural to be angry. But at this point, James was just weary. He didn’t have it in him to be angry, no spark of irritation left to foster into anything. [color=mediumspringgreen] “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Just gotta wrap this up first.”[/color] James murmured sadly, pressing a kiss to Casper’s hand. He pushed himself to his feet with a sigh and jogged towards where the fighting was happening.