[b] James [/b]

James had been keeping to himself during the party. A few people had come up to greet the son of the two mutant profiles, James had responded as polite as he could, per usual. James saw Franklin, and just as he was about the greet Franklin, the host was interrupted by some others, and James quickly withdrew, going deeper into the building. He walked for a few minutes, looking at the showcases of the heroes he passed, a smirk finding it's way to his face. He was proud of the ones that had come before him and his generation. They had done a good job, a great job, even.

Then he noticed the lights all black out, and Dr.Doom's metal face popping up on every monitor. He was frozen for a moment, the adrenaline began pumping in his veins as he heard commotion happening in the main hall, and people running his way. Two people ran past him, a boy and a girl, James saw a very angry man chasing them, James stepped into the corner of the hall, and waited for the man to come chasing through. As he was about to pass the corner James was hiding behind, he felt a crippling pain in his neck, as he fell to the floor being knocked out cold by the axe-kick of the young man.

James hurried out into the corridor, finding his way to the X-men wing, where he found the original blue and yellow costumes his mother and father had worn James gave a light scuff, as he took off his tie, and tied it around his palm, punching through the glass that was encasing his father's outfit. James took out the blue cowl, and put it on. He also found a full-face mask, not unlike the titanium lined hockey-mask he had back home. He strapped the mask to the outside of the cowl, protecting his face from recognition. Tying his tie back around his neck before walking towards the main-hall, now seeing that the fighting had escalated. 

Two thugs came charging at him, one of them wielding a iron pipe of some sort, swining it at James, James knew that he could always trust his training, Scott had made sure of that, and his powers were meant to enhance his training, not the other way around. James rose his arm to the pipe, the pipe hitting his arm, but James didn't flinch, the felt the surge of kinetic force travel from his left arm into his right, clenching his fist for a moment, James scoffed, as he with a open-palm struck the thug, sending him off his feet, into his partner, whom James took out with a knee to the forehead.

“So... My invitation was lost in the mail... Name's Repulsor.. But I don't think I missed anything important.” James said, his posture now straight and confident, his voice also sounded more confident, all of his insecurities were gone when he was under the mask.