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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Mt. Justice.
💀 The Lounge.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Courtaud]
💀 [@Crimson Flame]
💀 [@canaryrose]
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Casper’s clawed digits did not remain outstretched for long, but rather returned to his lap where Coal had confiscated the boy’s lower half. In a way, he had expected Talon’s response, a reserved and withdrawn approach with a name far divorced from what had been presented. [i]Talon, simply Talon[/i]. It was the extent of this young man’s identity, Casper reckoned, and by no fault of his own. The blood staining his hands was prompted by a past shrouded by control and the will of others, an aspect most relatable. Whatever resided beyond the title [i]’Talon’[/i] was yet to be seen, and this likely held true for the wielder of this handle, as well. Had it not been for Coal, Casper’s behavior would likely have echoed the Assassin’s. That is what differentiated the two. Their circumstances.

There was, however, another addition present. [i]Alisa Fields.[/i] The android, the programmed lifeform. If anything could warrant discomfort, Alisa was presenting the reason wherever she found herself. A soulless computer, a creature mimicking life through numbers and code. It was beyond Casper how individuals were capable of creating such a reflection of existence within a metallic shell, but it had been done, and this put the ‘Dead Prince’ in a very peculiar position. His allies were perpetuating the idea that Alisa wasn’t an object. She was a person, and where Hex was left torn on the matter, he understood one thing more so than most; social etiquette. [color=FFE4C4]”Hello, Alisa..,”[/color] came a ghostly response, white spheres lingering on her shape. Was politeness part of her programming? Casper would return the favor, echoing Alisa’s attempt, before his focus diverted. Zach had entered the lounge.

He appeared distraught, that bright soul of whimsical purple flowing with magic. Casper had learned of Zach’s displeasure since a time back, however. He did not particularly fancy the Wraith, seeing him as little more than an intruder among the Zatara. Was it insecurity? Perhaps. If asked, Hex would claim that there was little need to elevate the paranoia of replacement. He was not remotely interested in being Zatanna’s protege, and he most certainly wasn’t one of the Zatara. Similarities ended at the concept of Magic, with Casper’s very being unlike anything wielded by his teacher, or her kin. In the same vein, Hex was a stranger, one considered an unwelcomed guest by his fellow student. 

Though a desire to assist his teammates had made itself known within the Wraith since arriving at Mount Justice, he would benefit from the knowledge that inclusion was not always appreciated, nor was it warranted. Casper leaned across his knees and slipped back into his shoes before standing with Coal in his arms, the bird stretching and taking its place on Hex’s shoulder. Was there something the Wraith had left unsaid? His eyes scanned the room, taking a moment to linger on Zach where the boy was enjoying a bowl of ice cream. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I will retire to my quarters..,”[/color] Hex stated, shifting his gaze to Talon for a brief spell. There was empathy within those phantasmal orbs, two bright spheres of energy peering through those they gazed upon. It was a short exchange before the Wraithborn turned and started towards the hallway. He required something akin to a break from the others. Casper missed his books, and the solitude of a dark room. 

“Had enough?” Coal asked, nudging his friend as Casper walked down an ever-stretching corridor. “And are you dropping the act?” 

The act Coal was referring to was Hex’s attempt at a more socially accepted vocabulary. His regal upbringing having been put aside in the process. [color=FFE4C4]”It has been rather entertaining, though..,”[/color] the Wraith responded, clawed hands sliding into his pockets. 

“Oh, you mean being a normal dude?” The bird returned, laughter soon following. “Will you start wearing suits again?” 

[color=FFE4C4]”Let’s not overdo it..,”[/color] Hex offered, managing a slight, sharp-toothed grin.