James De Santa
So James De Santa attempted so very hard to wrap his mind around the situation. So much effort and so much confusion had led him to a dead end in his mind. There was no real logic about these events. They defied what he believed to be real, and they almost literally shot every theory he could make about the scenario down within an instant. There was no way this was some joke. No, you can't fake a death that realistically without people who are there to witness it noticing. If his friend's neck wasn't really slit, then James wouldn't have tasted blood in his mouth from the spray, but cornstarch or something like that. The movies didn't really kill people, so the blood was never real. This blood was. Among his other theories was that he was dreaming - which still seemed like the most obvious conclusion - but he took cover rather hard and although it did not make him cry or wince, he still felt a pain on his back from basically slamming into the thing. He wasn't dreaming either.
But then... what was going on? A chair flew across the room and hit the shotgun-toting woman in the face, presumably knocking her unconscious. After that, people started grouping up around him. That was rather odd. Well, I guess it's good they don't think I'm the one at fault here. He thought, knowing that people can easily get confused in tense situations like this. One even asked him something.
"Are you two okay? What are we supposed to do?" came her query.
He peeked over his cover before then replying to her in a hurried voice, not bothering to answer the first question at this point. "If I knew how to throw chairs like that, I'd suggest that but... " his voice trailed off for but a moment. "I'm not sure. I have no clue what's going on. I'd rather not kill someone...." he went to look away to see if he could think of something, but then Astrid began moving on his own. He pulled a wand from
He knocked one of the men unconscious, and then another who had attacked him saying something along the lines of hurting them will subdue them. Not one to argue about their weakness with a boy who had magically summoned a sword and/or ancient hidden samurai ninja skills, James quickly popped up. "I have no fucking clue what is going on, but whatever! I'm done with this!" he exclaimed as he took two shots at the first possessed person he saw towards their legs. One shot missed by an inch, but the other nailed him straight in the middle of the leg. It was possible he just crippled this man, but in contrast to blowing his brains out, James thought it to be a decent compromise. "Really... would rather know what all this shit is when we're done!" he said as he then turned on the offensive with a means of non-lethally taking these people out.