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

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Prosaic]
💀 [@FunnyGuy]
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“Woah, what’s wrong!?” Coal exclaimed, the bird’s wings flapping as they pushed him aloft. Casper seemed unscathed, but in his line of work, danger was seldom accompanied by how things appeared. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Did you hear that..?”[/color] A question left Casper’s lips as the boy stumbled onto the door frame separating the lounge from a long, winding corridor. 

“Hear what?” Avian talons clicked onto a counter as beady, black eyes maintained constant focus on the Wraithborn. “Are we in the Spirit World, again!?” Coal chirped, his attention briefly shifting towards Devan and Viktor who had both made themselves comfortable in the area. “Because if we are, you fucked up! And you brought guests!” A wing rose to point at the others. 

[color=FFE4C4]”We’re not in the fucking Spirit World..,”[/color] Casper confirmed, slowly regaining his composure. What he had heard was his name, a brief whisper, something calling out to him. The Wraithborn did not sense death nearby, nor did he feel the presence of spirits or those undying. That of which spoke to him did so from a distance, from beyond the shore. This was not an isolated incident, however. Spirits and other deathly entities had spoken to Casper in the past, but this felt somewhat different. Shaking his head, the boy turned those phantasmal eyes towards Devan and Viktor. Another being somewhat similar to the Wraithborn in regards to the disturbing nature of his powers, and a newcomer. 

“Uh-huh.., well, let me know if something shitty happens,” Coal returned to Casper’s shoulder, “and holy shit, they’re looking at that Naked and Stupid show!” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Bared and Scared..,”[/color] the pale creature corrected, his thoughts traveling from what he had experienced to the immediate present. Later, he would certainly need to look into what had been attempting contact. From his experiences, they were seldom benevolent and often seductive. It was likely better to ignore it, for now. The living were sent spam emails, and Casper was no exception. Only methods varied. 

Approaching the fridge, claws wrapped themselves around the handle, and Casper pulled the lid open to produce a chilled drink. It was time to be social [i]again.[/i] [color=FFE4C4]”Devan..,”[/color] the Wraithborn spoke, offering the boy a soft nod. Like the others who had arrived early, Casper knew [i]of[/i] them more so than he actually [i]knew them[/i]. Viktor on the other hand, he was the one who had escaped Zach’s attempt at wooing. [color=FFE4C4]”Viktor..,”[/color] the creature echoed Devan’s words, now having spoken to both of them. Was he getting better at this? That was debatable, but at the very least, he could finally enjoy that drink. 

“Try speaking in full sentences, Casper. I think they’d appreciate it,” Coal expressed his opinion on the matter, much like he always felt the need to. However, he did not earn a response, those spectral eyes above Casper’s small nose aimed at his comrades, a tail slowly swaying in harmony with the sugary beverage he was so enjoying.