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James nodded. "See ya Jason. See ya black beak."

James continues staring at all the guns in the room. "I have a good sword an that's the only weapon I'll ever need. I don't need guns." He set his left hand on the hilt of his sword, peeking out of its sheath on his back. He instantly felt calmer and more reasonable. "I'll only ever need my...

James remained tense as Keon now had his guns out. "Thanks. I just..." He seriously hated admitting any fears of his, especially his fear of guns. "I just have a.. really bad fear of guns..." He choked out the sentence. He didn't want to seem weak, but he knew it'd be better to admit something...

James notices the pistols and instantly tenses and glares at them. He couldn't take his eyes off of them and those eyes had lost the happiness from moments ago, now replaced with fear. His face had lost the happiness and was just tense.

James laughed again, gently bringing his right hand to his head. Shortly after he felt prickly little bird feet go onto his hand and he brought it down from his head. He smiled warmly at the adorable bird. "Well it's a good thing I'm not evil then. Isn't it?" The last two words were directed...

James chuckles as he looks at it, surprisingly showing his soft side. The side that wasn't a cold and precise shell. "Hi buddy." A childlike voice sprang from his mouth as he spoke to the bird.

James then looks around him curiously. "You have wolves? Cool..." He had already turned to one with a calm steady look in his eyes. "Mind if I befriend them? I love animals." He had a soft and genuine smile on his lips.

James nods. "There's quite a few others but I'm not entirely sure how many. Too many if you ask me, but at least they aren't bandits or anything." He brushes back a few strands of stubborn purple hair out of his face.

James cocked his head slightly. "Good question. Pretty sure it was a few hours ago or so that I arrived. Not very certain since I was sleeping since I got here for the most part. And you?" He eyed the guitar and the name on it but decided not to pry in at who 'Judith' was. He glanced at Keon...

(Is your guy talking to James or Keon? xD )

James had been patiently holding it in for as many days as he hadn't slept. And honestly? He felt almost like a newborn due to how much energy he felt. After about ten minutes, a lightly smiling James emerged from the bathroom after the audible flush of the toilet and washing of hands.

James turned to face the new face before reluctantly shaking the extended hand. "James Bast." He gave a slight smile, more out of courtesy than anything else. He gave a nod. "Thanks." James then went to the bathroom and proceded utilized the facility. (Sry, I just love how weird that phrase is...

James slowly opened his eyes but he was already wide awake by the time they were half open. He smoothed down his hair since he wasn't the fondest of having bedhead- no one ever took him serious if he looked like a tired little kid. He sat up on his couch and got onto his feet, starting to wander...

Royal returned from the trees seeing and hearing Gospel. He began working on the last five shelters. "You know funny thing is I only know how to make this 'cus I ran away as a little kid and lived on the edge of my yard. I was quickly found but they let me stay there for a few days to 'show how...

James' kind thought was replaced by wondering why the girl was so upset. Either way, he needed rest more than he'd admit. "Thanks Daisie. I'm going to get some sleep." He gave a polite smile and his voice showed he was genuine as he went to the livingroom, flopped into a couch and almost...

James have a nod. He didn't overly trust them, but he did actually need the rest and although he didn't feel tired he hadn't slept in days. "Alright, but I'm only staying for the night unless you need help. I'm James by the way. That or Jay, I care little what you call me by." He was surprised...

James relaxed a little and he glanced back and forth between everyone. "I'm good, was just making sure this guy wasn't walking into any sort of trap." He eyed them. They didn't seem to be bandits, but you can't always count on how they look.

James' face paled at the sight of the gun that was pointed at them. Though his face showed no emotion, one look into his eyes and you could tell he was terrified and pissed at himself for being so. "Problem? We're not killing you or anything."

James finished off the last of the zombies, surrounded by a giant pile of heads and the corpses to go with them. He frowned before speaking in a relatively calm and quiet tone. "You should be a little more quiet. Loud noises attract the dead." He stated matter-of-factly before following the...

Oh okay xD