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

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Crimson Flame]
💀 [@Courtaud]
💀 [@dreamingflowers]

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“Listen to Zachy Boy! You’re scaring all the nice [i]alive[/i] folk, Casper!” Coal’s voice made sure to make itself heard by the young Wraithborn. A pause lingered, ghostly eyes scanning those who had arrived. This would be Casper’s team, his new family, in Zatanna’s words. This was where he’d find close friends, rivals, and perhaps even the one thing Coal kept pestering him over, however unlikely that may have been. It was where his powers would develop alongside other extraordinary beings, some of whom pierced the veil of mundane reality with supernatural abilities. It was a rather exciting prospect, but it would have been a lie to claim that the Wraithborn wasn’t somewhat anxious. Would these people find comfort in his presence or disgust? Would they consider him an ally or an untrustworthy entity from beyond the grave? Zatanna had likely told the Justice League about the boy, informing them of his nature, one born through sacrifice, blood, and death. [i]’How many people had to die, so you could exist?’[/i] It was a question posed more than once by many a magician aware of Casper’s nature. He could not recall the answer, which was far more painful than the query. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Could it be the talking chicken..?”[/color] Came a response echoed by spectral whispers, before Casper’s eyes landed on Talon, or rather, [i]Jack[/i]. Two swirling, white spheres within an infinite black abyss.

A mask, even among those he would come to consider allies? A mystery in and of itself draped in endless silence. How long would it take for these young, aspiring heroes to earn each other’s trust? How long before Zatanna’s promises came true? Indeed, some heroes; if that’s what they considered themselves, were far more outgoing than others. It had been readily displayed when Zach approached a newer member, Viktor. A flashy entrance, a memorable execution, but acknowledged by a tough crowd. Yes, [i]heroes[/i], nothing Casper had agreed to lable himself. 

“Who are you calling a chicken, ‘My Immortal’!?” Coal returned, the bird hopping in place. It wasn’t a new nickname, but one even Casper had chuckled at in the past. The boy was self-aware and clearly didn’t care enough to be offended. “Alright, fine, why don’t you try talking to them? Take Mr. Houdini’s advice.” The spirit continued, a wing rising to motion at Zach. “Go ahead and introduce yourself. These people will have to deal with your haunting ass, after all!” Coal was right. Casper would need to introduce himself, and if Red Tornado was there, this suggestion would likely echo from two fronts. 

What was he going to say? Shifting his attention from that mouthy bird to the team, Casper clenched his teeth. [i]‘Hello, I work the graveyard shift’?[/i] No, jokes weren’t the Wraithborn’s forté. He wasn’t funny, and any attempts at that were out of the question.

It did not require notable inspection to notice a vague, dim energy coating Casper’s frame. A black shroud, with tendrils of white sweeping across ever so softly, albeit a discreet presentation. Those who were aware of this boy, mainly Zach, probably understood that this energy guarded Casper against sunshine, its rays incredibly deadly, and creeping through every window. The Wraithborn’s hair, confessing to his supernatural existence gently flowed in tune with this magic, reminding an onlooker of underwater sights. [color=FFE4C4]”I..,”[/color] Casper tried, his eyes turning to Daphne, the girl Zach had so kindly staged. [color=FFE4C4]”I’m Casper..,”[/color] an introduction, one holding itself at the opposite end of [i]Zatara’s[/i] explosive presence with the Wraithborn's tail drooping behind him, embarrassingly exposing his insecurities. 

It was difficult, talking to others, a difficulty the deathly creature did not come across when communing with Coal. The bird followed a different set of rules. If truth made itself to the surface, one would see that Casper couldn’t imagine his life without the crow. Despite everything. 

“Well done!” Coal exclaimed, “you’ll be able to hold full conversations with people in no time!”