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🌀 ESU.

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Returning to school after a series of life-altering events was never going to be an easy or even pleasant experience. The Casper stepping through the threshold of that dorm room was not the same individual who had called this academy home in the past, neither in body, nor mind. It would have been somewhat foolish to claim that changes made to him had not altered who he was on an emotional level, but the core of who made ESU’s aspiring archeologist remained very much the same. A curious and adventurous young man, indeed, whether his skin was white or blue. 

One often claims that pride ought to be closely tied to your features, a statement Casper always found somewhat odd. How could he be proud of something he had no control over? Something he had no hand in? It was not pride that washed over the inhuman as a glimmering and glittering glow emanated from his exposed skin beneath a dim, dark dorm room. Rather, Casper would christen it satisfaction. Where countless others despised their transformation, most of all his own kin who shared the physical aspects of terrigenesis, Casper was nothing if not content.

Often considered the ‘emo kid’ due to a particular hairstyle and oftentimes choice of attire, this was ironically the only facet of Casper that had not seen any alterations. A truth he was reminded of as the inhuman began to slowly unzip his traveling bag to produce clothes where they were neatly filed into drawers. He would only pause once he reached his trousers, each one now modified with a single slit in the back for an obnoxious tail swaying from one end to the next as if it had a life of its own. 

Likely the least adequate addition granted this young inhuman, and there were a few options to consider. Casper’s razor teeth prevented him from enjoying gum, his glimmering skin mimicked a starlit sky whenever light vacated the premises, and those claws had robbed him of fingertips. A taloned, needle-like spike at the end of each digit did not an easy trial make. 

Rising to his feet, Casper turned towards the empty bed behind him. Was he going to have a roommate? As of yet, the young man was quite unsure. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to the notion, if honesty held any value. Would they pair him up with another inhuman? We’re there even any other people like him at the school? Casper was well aware of his inhuman kin, but thoughts tended towards those who shared his more unique traits. As of yet, he had not come across anyone fitting that description. However, others surely found staring at the ‘inhuman freak’ a plausible pastime. 

Casper did not mind, and of that he was adamant. However, trouble did arise when words were abandoned in lieu of fists. A language the young man despised. Was he to defend himself with newfound powers, however, Casper could clearly predict the outcome. He would be labeled the aggressor, and understandably so. Humans feared the unique, the different, and most of all, that of which stood above them in the food chain.

This was likely why Bloom had allowed for Casper to be his assistant. A position which allowed the professor to keep an eye on the inhuman creature. It was an appreciated position, to be sure, and it made it possible for the jokingly self-proclaimed mythological creature to attend ESU full-time. 

Bloom, he was a peculiar individual, indeed. Casper had only to attend the expo to come across this confirmation. It was what had resulted in a pleasant speech, if somewhat on the theatrical side. Passionate was a fitting descriptor if aimed at Bloom, and it so often was. 

Viewing the man alongside countless other students, Casper’s main focus was to prevent his tail from slapping into others. A full-time job, according to the mutated entity whose large, black obsidian orbs were set on the stage. This year was going to be vastly different from what he had experienced in the past. He simply needed to expect the unexpected, and perhaps maintain a higher level of vigilance, which was additionally cemented by the many eyes pointed in his direction.