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💀 Mt. Justice.
💀 The Lounge.

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💀 [@Courtaud]
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Ghost hunting was an art brought forth by those with no knowledge of the undead. Humans wielding contraptions of charlatans attempting to pierce the veil of life and death. Viewing this display brought thoughts to mind, Casper’s attention fixed on their television. He was aware that the public’s knowledge of this most supernatural world was limited at best, and what had been presented upon screens and stories was the extent of information readily available. How would these mundane creatures react to the truth of spiritual existence? Perhaps there was a reason for obfuscation and subterfuge. One big, everlasting, eternal secret. Silence revealing itself to be a deafening roar following one’s death. 

Slipping out of those blue canvas shoes, Casper planted his small, clawed feet against the sofa. With arms embracing his slender knees, the boy rested a pale chin against his kneecaps, sounds other than mindless entertainment now making themselves known within the lounge. It was Talon. A single look offered evidence of calm, fury mellowing into recent memory. This was likely a big shift for him, a killer now abandoning a once sole purpose for the role of ‘hero’. Hex could not help but chuckle at the title. ‘Hero’, how many of those present could truly consider themselves such? The rehabilitated Assassin? The Shadow Warrior? Perhaps the Necromancer, or the Soldier? They were all in for quite the journey before such lofty titles applied. 

[color=FFE4C4]”It would have been..,”[/color] Casper responded, his spectral voice, soft and mellow, presenting itself as words overshadowed the television. The boy’s tail gently rose, before once more falling to the sofa, a slow but repeated sequence following through idle motions. [color=FFE4C4]”Though, I am sure you already know that information could be acquired here, as well..,”[/color] he added, enjoying another sip of a half-empty soda bottle. However, Casper had come off as a ‘glass half full’ kind of Wraith, hadn’t he? 

[color=FFE4C4]”You are bound to trust friends more so than strangers on the battlefield..,”[/color] a faint smile crossed Hex’s lips as he turned towards Talon. A clawed hand rose before indicating the seat at Casper’s side. [color=FFE4C4]”If you were to join me, we could take a careful step in that direction..”[/color] 

Coal remained quiet as Casper spoke, aware that his chattering might have been too much for the less socially inclined. If Hex was to make friends among the living, a silenced beak was bound to help. Relaxing upon the sofa, Hex lowered his feet to the floor, making way upon his lap for a feathered spirit to find home. Gently, claws combed their way across Coal’s shape, spectral eyes rising to the television. [color=FFE4C4]”Do you play an instrument, Talon..?”[/color] Came a question, Hex’s calm words seemingly unchanging from that monotone luster of apathy entwined with ethereal grace. A short pause followed his statement, Casper’s claws carefully tapping Coal’s frame, one after the other. [color=FFE4C4]”My mother taught me the piano..,”[/color] he continued, memories flowing forth. [color=FFE4C4]”It is quite entrancing, I think..”[/color] Again, a small expression of joy exposed itself on those pale lips, a smile akin to that of longing desire. [color=FFE4C4]”A specter’s last song.., fingers dancing upon dusty, forgotten keys..,”[/color] he paused, sharp teeth revealing themselves as he managed a fading grin. [color=FFE4C4]”Apologies.., I have found that I ramble in your presence..,”[/color] Casper’s embrace of his crow tightened.