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💀 Happy Harbour.

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💀 [@Courtaud]
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The situation had come to a simmering conclusion. Wounds were being licked, and scenarios were being regretted. With an overview of the scene, Casper took a moment to analyze the stage, which locked his gaze onto Viktor. The tough guy. The one who likely desired to lead them. If Casper’s truth was to be heard, he did not mind Viktor in such a position. However, where Daphne lacked skill, Rain lacked heart. One led with her emotions, the other with cold calculations. Hex was not a leader, and he had no experience in this field, but he had heard that a combination of both was required for efficiency. Equally so, the boy did not possess any notably audible capabilities, but the look on Viktor’s face spoke volumes. He was not satisfied, and most certainly appeared annoyed. 

Was that not a theme for this group? Those with combat experience lacked empathy, and those with empathy lacked skill. How ironic. Had his short time as an undead entity given Casper perspective, or had it simply dulled his emotional spectrum? Was he quite this apathetic while still drawing breath? He could not recall. Something as simple as the sensation of warmth had faded from the boy’s memories, and in a desperate attempt to conjure forth what he had last felt as a human would reveal a single emotion; fear. 

Shaking the thoughts from his head, ghostly eyes landed on Talon. He was by himself, alone. Would he appreciate an ally’s presence, now that he was out of earshot from the rest? Lowering his gaze, Casper felt lost, unable to proceed with the best course of action. Perhaps making an attempt was the right thing to do, even if it did backfire. With a slight frown, the boy rose to his feet, attention now fixed on the human who had experienced such a devastating blow to his pride. To his usefulness. In a world with magic, gods, and powers, those without were left with a desire to prove themselves, and failure was a painful outcome. 

Indeed, the need to prove oneself. Did Casper share this obligation? He had felt anxious when fighting Black Canary, but was it because of pride, his reputation, or something else entirely? His feet began to move, weightless steps pushing down the grass beneath Casper’s blue canvas shoes. Certainly, the boy was not dressed for physical endeavors of any notable scale, but it was safe to claim that for Hex, it mattered little. [color=FFE4C4]”My.., mother once told me..,”[/color] came a spectral voice following Casper’s arrival, his phantasmal spheres peering at Talon. [color=FFE4C4]”..that the master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.”[/color] Hex explained, claws scratching the back of his head, [color=FFE4C4]”I think she stole it from an author..”[/color] the Wraith managed a quiet, mellow smile as he sat at Talon’s side. 

Looking to the clouds, Casper leaned back, his slender legs stretching out before him. [color=FFE4C4]”I had summoned spirits a thousand times, when I was alive..,”[/color] Hex began. If recent memory served, this was the most he had spoken in a while. [color=FFE4C4]”Dying made it easier..,”[/color] a motion was made to indicate the Wraithborn’s self, accompanied by a slight chuckle, [color=FFE4C4]”..but I accidentally nabbed a phantasm that almost killed me..”[/color] Unable to stifle his quiet, ghostly laughter, Casper looked down at the bright, green grass. [color=FFE4C4]”I was supposed to conjure my grandmother. She always liked to talk..,”[/color] he illuminated. 

[color=FFE4C4]”A fucking Wraithborn failing at the easiest thing a Necromancer can do. Talking to the dead..,”[/color] there was a shake of Hex’s head, his tail gently thumping against the earth. A short moment passed before the creature decided to share his thoughts, again. [color=FFE4C4]”We are no longer bound to our shackles, Talon. We’re allowed to laugh at our mistakes..,”[/color] there was another small smile expressing itself across the Wraith’s lips, [color=FFE4C4]”and our past ‘owners’ can go fuck themselves..,”[/color] sharp teeth offered a reveal alongside Hex’s grin.

Enjoying the comfort of a branch, Coal tilted his head as he observed Casper's interaction. The boy was making strides in being a team player. No one could deny him that.