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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 The Sanctuary.
💀 The Kitchen → The Dorms.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
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It was an odd sensation, not only the consumption of nourishment otherwise abandoned following a dark transformation. Rather, this also included the social endeavors put forth by the Wraithborn. Why did he care, and how would this development impact Casper’s life? Or rather, his [i]Unlife[/i]. Was the Necromantic entity to wield dark powers alongside a group of Heroes and save the day? Was he going to halt a robbery in progress while presenting heroic monologues? An ironic thought, to say the least. However, Casper had learned how to neutralize foes without permanently damaging their souls. He had unlocked a means of weaving his magic which refrained from destroying, consuming, or otherwise leaving aggravated wounds on a being’s essence. This was the very first lesson taught to him by Zatanna, preceded by the words ‘If you are to deal with the living, you need to know how to keep them that way.’ The magician was right, of course. Casper could not unleash Necrotic darkness upon unsuspecting villains and leave behind an empty shell. It was not quite how heroes operated, he was told. 

As such, the young Wraithborn had, following arduous training, finally mastered the ability to force a soul into temporary dormancy with his magic, rendering the living unconscious. In accordance with Zatanna’s theories, Casper could also heal a damaged soul, but that was yet beyond him, and far more difficult than regenerating undead flesh, a feat he was more than capable of. Thoughts would proceed in traveling to Constantine, the [i]'Accomplished Warlock’[/i]. A single look at the man offered Casper a frightful image of his soul, a damned man if he had ever seen one. What forces of Hell and beyond had Constantine managed to piss off so drastically as to leave his spirit a mangled mess? One would shudder at the thought, but Casper was well aware that magic for humans tended towards a price in recompense, a price Constantine had dragged out with wits, shady deals, and mischief. 

Finishing his meal, Casper, or [i]Hex[/i] as he would be called far more frequently, rose to his feet. [color=FFE4C4]”Thank you, Zach..,”[/color] the boy repeated, and silently began a quiet drift towards his dorm. The Wraithborn required sleep to the same extent as nourishment, that is to say, not at all. However, he found that meditating offered a sense of unmatched serenity. A world of silence where he sat surrounded by little else than the magic he was composed of. It allowed for clarity and understanding. A form of training all on its own, accompanying relaxation and what could only be considered rest. 

Upon entering the dormitories, Casper paused, eyes tracing the many doors stretching across a corridor. This was where he would be living for the foreseeable future, alongside other individuals he was forced to rely on. “You okay, Cassy?” A voice tore the Wraithborn from his thoughts, a quiet word following.

[color=FFE4C4]”Yeah..,”[/color] he responded, raising a keycard to a screen by his door, seeing how the metallic barrier slid open to reveal the [url=https://i.imgur.com/YT65dLo.png]dark room[/url] within. A closed window greeted him, blinds preventing intrusive light from entering. With the dark aura constantly surrounding Casper now dissipating, the boy fell to his bed, clawed hands gently rubbing at his face. 

“You don’t seem okay,” Coal stated, wings flapping before the crow’s talons grabbed onto the edge of Casper’s computer screen. 

There was a pause, a frown making itself visible upon the boy’s face, a ghost in the darkness where he dimly glowed. It was quite poetic, in a way. Casper’s phantasmal eyes allowed him to see clearly without any light source, but equally so, others could see him just as well in darkness precisely as thick. [color=FFE4C4]”I’m scared..,”[/color] a soft whisper left the boy’s lips, attention falling to his converse-clad feet, a bright blue to contrast with his otherwise monochrome presence. 

Though the Wraithborn was expecting ridicule and faux mockery, he soon found that a crow had flown onto his lap, arms gently wrapping themselves around the avian as if on reflex. “You’ll be okay, Casper,” Coal stated. “I think everyone’s a bit scared, and I mean.., [i]something[/i] has to scare you, right?” 

Unable to hide the small, mellow smile bridging itself across Casper’s lips, the boy tightened his embrace of Coal’s feathery frame. [color=FFE4C4]”Yeah..,”[/color] he finished, feeling a soft presence against his chest.