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💀 Happy Harbour.

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Take control. Yes, retain stability. Closing his eyes, Casper allowed a moment to pass, an attempt at regaining calm. The deathly creature was known for it, after all, for his immovable sense of apathetic balance. It had been momentarily shaken, insecurity confiscating what had once been a sense of confidence. Lowering his gaze to the proof of his lapse in stability, Hex was reminded of a chilling fact. This was the result of his failure to remain calm. Death. [color=FFE4C4]”It won’t happen again..,”[/color] Casper stated quietly, his body tensing at Black Canary’s words. Quietly, the boy followed as they had started towards the obstacle course. Good, he required a distraction.

It was a fair limitation placed on him, one he could appreciate. Casper’s ability to teleport required situational awareness. He needed to have view of where he was manifesting, or an understanding of the surrounding area. This would not always be the case, which limited his ability to teleport, forcing short-distance movements. However, another aspect that had been placed upon the group caused the Wraith to shift his gaze, eyes landing on Daphne. An interesting contrast from what one would have suspected. She was the leader, now. She was the only one with a voice. 

Were Talon and Viktor going to be okay with this development? Indeed, it did not require an assassin’s training in body language to see Daphne’s nerves at play. She was scared, anxious, and insecure. If something went wrong, she as the leader was the blame. Her instructions were going to push them forward, and she had never asked for this responsibility. Never, throughout his life, had Casper taken on the role of caretaker, or older brother, but if memory served, Daphne was amongst the youngest in their group. Sixteen, if he wasn’t mistaken. 

A clawed hand extended, gently landing atop the girl’s shoulder. Though an otherwise mellow expression constantly remained upon Hex’s features, the boy had set aside his own demons to instead focus on his friend. Their leader.

                                 [i]’Not every issue can be solved with a spell, Casper.'[/i]
                                                         [i]’Sometimes, you just need to believe in your friends.’[/i]

While Zatanna’s words had appeared distant, almost alien at the time, they were now applying in ways Hex could never anticipate. He did care. He did have friends, albeit a slowly growing development, and he did have what amounted to a circus of a family. 

Affording the girl a soft smile, Casper’s claws gently squeezed her shoulder. There was pride in his approach, a smile that indicated more than words ever could. [i]’You’ve done good.’[/i] It was soon followed by a nod, Hex’s attention moving towards Alisa and Viktor, the first two with assignments to complete.