[center][h1]James Lockeheart[/h1][hr]
Luan Field->The Belly of the Beasts->Mrhil
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James was carried into the Behemoth off the fields, unable to move and deeply shaken by the visions that had afflicted him during the battle, only to find himself unable to what the content of said visions were. This fact, though small in size, disturbed him a tad bit more. As he was taken from his place on the fields to the Behemoth, he saw the bodies that lay scattered about the fields from the giant bird's attack, many having been torn limb from limb by the pressures, and yet, he felt nothing on seeing it. Nothing but a faint sense that he had seen it before, and the wetness of a single tear falling free from the corner of one of his eyes.

During the travel towards Mrhil, he quickly recovered, as it was only fatigued by what had happened. He also discovered himself to be able to call upon that strange ability again, the black energy that leapt to his hands with but a mere thought. He did his best to manipulate it, isolating himself from the group in order to experiment with this strangeness in privacy. In the drive, he discovered a few things about not only this energy, but about his own Cerburus Armor, as he found that it had chambers in it that could harness the  energy and even launch it out in a compressed burst of some power, yet no sound. His power over this black energy also reveled itself to have the property to weaken organic matter, as he tested with some of the food he had been given during their travel. Already his mind was turning with potential uses for this new substance in battle, and more importantly, away from the questions that were bursting through the seams of his mind. So many whys and hows, but he took them all and shoved them in a dark spot in his sub-conscious, not wanting to ever get the answer to them. His experience had more than confirmed that whatever had happened to him was not something he wanted to remember, and that to go looking for answers would end badly for him, no question about it. The past was in the past, and it would help no one to go snooping for answers.

In what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the town they were assigned. He followed the group, absent-mindedly looking around the place and not paying too much attention to anything. When they made it to the Baron's manner, he couldn't help but find it rather quaint in comparison to . . . what? [i]This is the most opulence I should have ever witnessed, and I should be awed by it, so w-NO. I don't know, I don't care, and I'm not even going to allow myself to swell on it. DOn't ask yourself questions, don't make curious statements, just do what you came here to do, and nothing more. Just ignore the feelings, and they'll go away.[/i] James' shook his head, tuning back in to events around him to hear one of the men they had rescued ask for food. Feeling a slight rumbling in his own stomach, he paid attention to what the other man would say, but offered no comment of his own.