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💀 Happy Harbour.

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💀 Those Present.
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Apathetic, spectral eyes shifted towards a peculiar newcomer, Casper’s attention tracing across the combat scenario to a more rambunctious presence. A sight morphing an otherwise expressionless face into a faint frown. What was what light? As if concentrated sunlight gathered in a single container. It was headache-inducing, the boy narrowing those ghostly spheres before looking away. A new addition to the team? One the Wraithborn would have clear issues with. A singular glance in this girl’s direction, Aleen’a, was enough to warrant irritation. It wasn’t her personality, nor was it her flamboyant approach. The girl, or this creature, had done nothing wrong. Rather, her nature clashed with Casper’s to a dangerous extent, enough so for the Wraithborn’s dark shroud to grow somewhat thicker, and more noticeable.

This team, this family as Zatanna had phrased it, was continuing to grow, more individuals appearing with bombastic aftershocks soon following. Casper was aware of Tamarans. He had never met one before, but he recalled a Teen Titan by the name of ‘Starfire’. They were peculiar aliens, and their souls had a tendency of shining like bright stars. Aleen’a was no different, and indeed confirmed the rumor. In a way, Casper considered it beautiful. To him, an individual wasn’t the body they wore, but rather what was within. Quite literally. To a Wraithborn, the soul was everything, in any of its many different iterations and names. In old scripts, it wasn’t called a soul, it was called a shade, but semantics were irrelevant. To Casper, it was one’s being, one’s actual self. It would be fair to say that Casper witnessed a person’s inner being far before he ever saw their face. A body was simply a sleeve, a container for what was truly important. With that in mind, Casper would have been a fool to gaze upon the sunlit Tamaran and consider her spirit anything but beautiful, akin to a sunrise amidst darkness. Despite this, the ultraviolet rays emanating from Aleen’a were difficult to ignore. 

“Hey, Casper! Try not to get a tan, yeah?” Coal stated, hopping from one foot to the other atop his friend’s shoulder. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I’ll try..,”[/color] the boy mumbled, slowly backing away from Aleen’a. 

“Anyway! Go up there and show them how it’s done, dead boy! Come on! It’s time for your gloomy ass to shine!” The avian continued. It wasn’t an attempt at embarrassing Casper, and much less so a desire to see him fail. Rather, Coal was aware that Casper wouldn’t participate without a push. The Wraithborn was a more than capable combatant with his magic, but like many others present, he was somewhat reluctant to offer a public display. It was almost ironic. Was any other superhero team this reserved? This group must have broken a record, certainly. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I don’t know, Coal..,”[/color] Casper replied, his ghostly gaze lowering to the ground. If he was to go to the offensive, whoever ended up affected by the boy’s magic would be paralyzed for a few hours. Not the most effective training sequence. However, Casper didn’t need to focus on offense, he was already experienced enough in that regard, and the concept remained the same, irrelevant of if he was fighting the living or the dead. It was defense he needed to work on, defense and reaction time. That was where the two worlds differed for him. Spirits and those on the material plane would utilize an offense against him in completely different ways. He needed to master a response to both. [color=FFE4C4]”Okay, I’ll try..,”[/color] the boy finally conceded, taking a step closer to the Arrow and the Canary. [color=FFE4C4]”I’ll work on my defense..,”[/color] Casper stated, speaking up somewhat now that his [i]older, feathery brother[/i] had pushed him enough.