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💀 Mt. Justice.
💀 The Lounge.

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💀 [@Courtaud]
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The boy’s question had been answered by a shake of Talon’s head, and that was quite enough for Hex to note a conversation. So far, so good, as they said. Reminiscent of a cat on his lap, Casper stroked the oversized bird lazily basking in the attention so readily given, a position these two were in more frequently than either would care to admit. A slowly turning chair alongside a glass of whiskey and expensive suit would certainly paint a comical image, with these ingrediants in mind. Casper had seen enough James Bond movies to conjure the scene, and before leaving England, suits were the only clothes he ever wore. More casual attire was a new addition, to be sure, one he was growing accustomed to. Hex opted to leave his past behind, rather adopting a new alias, than maintain a title previously worn. [i]‘The Dead Prince.’[/i]

“Ah, nah my man,” Coal stretched his wings, exposing a feather-covered belly for those slender claws. “Cassy’s like..,” the crow began, “if you took Magic, and gave it a body,” his wing pointing skyward at the pale creature, “you get that.” Granted, this was not much of an answer, prompting Coal to proceed. “Well, Necromancy to be specific. It’s Death Magic, spooky stuff,” he illuminated. “Me? I’m a spirit, I can do some of the stuff Cas’ here can weave together.” Craning his neck to get a better look at Talon, the crow continued, “like.., I can do that teleportation thing Casper’s lazy ass keeps doing. I can phase through things, also something this lazy bum always does,” a wing accusingly motioned at the Wraithborn. “And some other shit, but you’re not interested in a whole fucking Ted Talk about this, I’m sure.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Growing up..,”[/color] Casper began, changing the subject and once more shared details of his past. Perhaps the transformation he had gone through labored to render secrets irrelevant. He saw little point in maintaining them, and no longer found himself drawn to the caution of discretion. The living world was a fading memory, constantly drifting further away with every tick of a clock. Time, it had lost its purpose, its value, and with it, so much once considered important. [color=FFE4C4]”I watched a lot action movies..,”[/color] Hex stated, leaning back against the sofa, his eyes rising to meet the ceiling. [color=FFE4C4]”Seeing you fight, it was.., impressive..,”[/color] the Wraith expressed. [color=FFE4C4]”I always did envy martial warriors, their movements like..,”[/color] claws rose motioning at nothing in particular. A simple emphasis. [color=FFE4C4]”...a dance..,”[/color] Casper finished. 

His fight with Black Canary strung along the same path. It felt somewhat like artistic movements, each motion a choreographed execution. Magical battles were not quite the same, they revolved more around anticipation reminiscent of a chess game. Yes, a game of chess, versus a stage-lit dance. Turning to gaze at Talon, Hex’s spectral spheres narrowed their attention. Claiming that the boy looked through his companion was quite accurate, those orbs giving more attention to the spirit within. [color=FFE4C4]”Though, this battlefield is more daunting, isn’t it..?”[/color] Came a question, another soft, somber smile bridging itself over Casper’s lips. 

[color=FFE4C4]”We charge into battle without a second thought, but.., a conversation is quite frightening..”[/color] A slight tilt of Hex’s head allowed for his ghostly focus to entwine with Talon’s, his mellow expression lingering. [color=FFE4C4]”So I believe a thank you is in order.., for braving these sands with me..,”[/color] a clawed hand extended, it’s dainty shape halting before reaching Talon. [color=FFE4C4]”My name is Casper Blackwood, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance..”[/color]