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

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Crimson Flame]
💀 Everyone in the Lounge.
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It was true that Casper’s lack of flight was somewhat frustrating. He was able to phase through walls, teleport his body short distances, and a repertoire of other ghostly feats, but flight was still beyond him. Even so, the irony was not lost on the Wraithborn. Zatanna, one of the most powerful magicians in the world, as well as a bird was attempting to teach him how to fly, and he had little to show for it. Turning that phantasmal gaze towards the sunlit window, Casper’s mellow expression lingered. Ivory darkness protected him from unforgiving light, but longing for nighttime was a constant desire that embraced the undead creature. A desire for starlit comfort.

Claws gently tightened against the cold surface of Casper’s drink. Would this truly work out? Were Zatanna’s decisions based on accurate conclusions, or would this all reveal itself to be a mistake? So far, the Wraithborn’s experiences from college were unsatisfactory. Other students avoided him, and teachers were unsure of how to approach the so-called [i]’Meta’[/i] they were dealing with. Naturally, his nature was hidden, much as it had been from the Young Justice team. His [i]’family’.[/i] A peculiar choice of words, to be sure. Casper’s family situation had been complicated from the start, and the track record left much to be desired. Death by his own father was difficult to surpass, but Casper would assure anyone that being a part of his family was a less than spectacular scenario. 

Much opposed to the display presented by Zach, [i]’spectacular’[/i] was a state of being the young magi sought to emphasize. It went hand in hand with his flight across the room, and it would then proceed to maintain itself as he switched [i]'Bared and Scared'[/i] to his YouTube channel. The self-esteem of this boy could easily be mistaken for arrogance, that much was certain. “I keep telling Casper to make his own channel,” Coal stated, remaining comfortable where he had positioned himself. “Imagine how many gothy emo teens would tune into his edgy-ass content.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”My powers aren’t entertainment, Coal..,”[/color] the Wraithborn protested, taking another sip of his drink. Was he jealous of Zach’s ability to fly? That required some form of reaction, and death had done wonders in raising the boy’s apathy, a quirk he had already mastered in life. 

“Okay, okay! So hear me out!” The avian continued, earning Casper’s attention as his brow raised. “A medium,” Coal began, “speak to the fucking dead, right? Earn a fortune from housewives.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Mom and Zatanna would be real proud of me, then..,”[/color] Casper smirked softly, shaking his head in disapproval. It would be a lie to claim that Casper’s magic revolved solely around death and destruction. Where he had the ability to damage, destroy, and manipulate souls, essences, and the dead, there was another side to his magical powers. Before Zatanna and Constantine had found him, the boy was somewhat of a medium, already. Souls who had not yet passed onto the Spirit World were aided into the afterlife, and those few mad phantasms that had made their way through the veil were swiftly dealt with. Casper could protect life as readily as he could destroy it. A herald of life and death, some called him. It was partly why he was uncomfortable in the presence of machines, something so divorced from his being that nearly none of Casper’s magic could touch such an artificial existence. 

“A guy’s gonna’ have an occupation, Cassy’.” Coal pitched, though the statement fell on deaf ears. Casper was not going to turn his abilities into a gimmick. Zach was doing that enough for the both of them. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I’ll leave that to him..,”[/color] a claw lazily motioned towards Zatara, following that spectral voice. If Casper could recall, this team contained as many as three individuals attuned to magic in some capacity. Death, Arcane, and Illusions, if the boy wasn’t mistaken. An interesting variation to be sure.

“So, while we’re all enjoying Zach’s [i]Logomancy[/i],” the bird was more well-read than he let on, “why don’t we go around sharing our most daring adventures!?” Small, avian talons hopped excitedly in place. “How can we all be heroes without stories to tell, huh?” 

[color=FFE4C4]”I’m not a hero, Coal..,”[/color] the Wraithborn finished his drink. He wanted another. 

“Casper! You start!” The bird had clearly ignored his friend’s words. 

[color=FFE4C4]”..I hate you...”[/color] Claws reached for the fridge to procure another drink. He certainly needed one, now.

"And I love you too, babe!" Coal laughed.