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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Happy Harbour.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@dreamingflowers]
💀 [@Courtaud]
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Had Casper made a teammate feel better? Had he brought positivity to a situation? It felt odd, almost unnatural, but comforting all the same. Until now, Hex had labored under the assumption that only the dead found his presence pleasant, when he wasn’t mistaken for the Grim Reaper. Casper assumed that only spirits could be consoled by the Gravewalker, a title he had earned back home, by a peculiar member of their cult. He would, however, claim that this handle was far too dramatic for him to maintain, but as Daphne started towards Talon, the boy was left with his thoughts. As per usual, they wandered and caused scenes to linger. Memories overlapped with expectations, assumptions met by reality. What had Casper thought would happen following this peculiar attempt? Needless to say, it went far better than anticipated. A bringer of death was, in the end, capable of making an agent of The Green smile. The joke had been told, and Hex was satisfied with what had come to pass. 

“Look at you!” Coal’s voice was enough to bring Casper back, pulling him from a mind’s endless vortex, “being a good guy.” Talon’s landed on the boy’s shoulder, a wing extending to gently pat the Wraith’s head. “Prouda’ you.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”I..,”[/color] Hex returned, his spectral orbs fixed on Daphne and the rehabilitated assassin. It was something they had in common, in a way. Hex and Talon, they both grew up in cults, they were both assigned to missions involving less than morally grey instances. They had killed, they had destroyed, and they had been villains in their own right. For Casper, it was his mother that put an end to this development. For Talon, it was the Bat Family. Perhaps one day they could bond over this most beshadowed tale. An assassin and a dark sorcerer, now an operative and a supernatural, two heroes with dark pasts. However, Casper had something Talon never did. A loving mother, and it made all the difference. [color=FFE4C4]”I should probably not bother them..”[/color]

“The hell are you on about?” The crow returned, “three’s a crowd, or some shit?” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Is it..?”[/color] Hex blinked, raising a claw before tapping his chin. 

“No!” Coal laughed, “now you’re just looking for excuses not to be a friendly little ghost,” the avian chuckled. “So tuck your insecurities away, and waltz up there.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”But they’re talking..,”[/color] Casper countered, motioning at his newly acquired friends. 

“Join the conversation!” A back and forth which would continue endlessly, unless Casper yielded. Coal was correct. What was the alternative? To remain still and stare at his allies as they further socialized? 

[color=FFE4C4]”Fine..,”[/color] Hex finished, the dark layer of magic coating him beginning to flutter.

“Don’t teleport! Walk! Use your wee feetsies’!” A wing pointed southward. Again, the crow spoke true. Teleporting into a conversation wasn’t normal, and Casper needed to maintain some sense of normality when engaging with the living. It was a different world, entirely separate from spiritual interaction. People were more firm, less fluid. They preferred a stable foundation, not flowing energies. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Right, yeah..,”[/color] Hex agreed, clawed hands slipping into his pockets as he began to slowly pace towards Daphne and Talon. [color=FFE4C4]”Ah, hey..,”[/color] Casper stated, halting his stride once he finally reached the previously battling duo. [color=FFE4C4]”Uh.., nice fight..,”[/color] he managed, meeting their gaze for a brief moment before those spectral spheres lowered towards the grass.