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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Mt. Justice.
💀 Teleporter Room.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@dreamingflowers]
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Turning his gaze sideways to meet Daphne’s bright, chocolate eyes, Casper offered the girl a soft, silent smile in response. It was an appreciative gesture, one warranting a verbal approach, [color=FFE4C4]”within the halls of castle Blackwood, there is quite a large painting of Persephone,”[/color] Hex began, leaning closer as he spoke. Quiet, spectral words trickled past his lips, and the boy proceeded, [color=FFE4C4]”you continuously put her to shame.”[/color] 

Turning his attention towards Red Tornado, Casper remained standing where he was, ghostly orbs lingering upon the construct. Another one, alongside Alisa. Life simulated without truly being a part of it, a mimic. Yet, Hex was frozen in a position where respect was offered. The Wraith did not decide what life and death entailed for others, as it was. This did not offer comfort when confronted by metallic abominations, he would add. 

Again, the teenager’s focus found a new target, this time narrowing in on the jeep. That vehicle would certainly suffice, and while Casper was used to far more regal accommodations, a seat served its purpose no matter the car. 

A voucher from the Justice League was, however, highly unnecessary. Though the Wraithborn was aware of his peers, the concept of currency had been somewhat jaded throughout his existence. The Blackwoods were billionaires, and Hex had called an impressively large castle home until recently. Could he hand the voucher to his teammates? No, a second analysis of the notion made him appear arrogant and smug. He would accept the money he had been given, which in itself was likely an attempt at streamlining the situation. His superiors were well aware of Casper’s wealth, and yet, he was given ‘spending money’ offering the role of forgotten pocket change in a jacket lost inside a dusty, untouched closet. 

It was irrelevant. His mother, and yes even the boy’s father had taught him better than to dismiss a gift, whether he required what had been given, or not. One did, after all, not refuse such patronage. 

Another issue lingered. Would the others come to an agreement on who would drive? Hex could very well have enjoyed a walk through the city, which in turn would offer interesting sights, but the Wraith was not naive enough to put himself in that position. One could claim that Casper Blackwood was an easy sight to document, and he was not yet prepared for such a social outing. 
It was different when Hex operated on his own. Now, he was part of an organization, and his presence was required for the concept of team building, something he had attempted, himself. With Daphne, this was successful. He enjoyed her company, and the girl brought something to balance Casper’s darkness. She brought life, and with it came appreciation from the ghostly entity.