04-27-2014, 03:00 AM
James lifted up onto his knees, watching as the ghost evaporated, the room settling to sorts. Awe coloured his expression, eyes darting around rapidly.
"Wow."
"I've had better days," Mobius' voice echoed, bouncing off the metal his mouth had taken. He shook himself out, a man carved from titanium, the burnt shreds of his clothes hanging off him awkwardly. Luckily he'd have a bag around here somewhere, probably. It wasn't too far from the union, he could make it back to the locker rooms and change. "Granted, nice to know there's others out there."
"No kidding," James muttered, slowly standing up. He reached a hand over his shoulder to rub at his back. He looked between the other four, frowning a little. Everyone looked exhausted. James felt a bit useless, wilting some under the idea. He felt weight against his back, but he didn't have the urge to relax. "Sorry I...couldn't help."
"You stayed out of the way, that was helpful."
"Rude!"
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