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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Communications Complex.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 The Team.

[color=000000][u][b]Mentions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Daphne.
💀 Talon.
💀 Rain.
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Two weeks of training, two weeks of team building, two weeks of [i]him.[/i] Casper could narrow down the moments of that man’s presence, each one less appreciated than the next. Though Hex had maintained composure, expressing little more than an otherwise regal, if apathetic exterior, frustration had certainly been building. With arms crossed, the boy leaned against a nearby wall, his spectral eyes fixed on each teammate. Their first mission, and for some, an introduction into this most dangerous profession. “Ah, the quiet one has been put in charge,” a voice echoed, a tune Casper had grown reluctantly used to. “And Batman himself, is it? I always did wonder how that man conducted himself,” Duke Murdock Blackwood, or rather his projection uttered, the tall man standing at Casper’s side. 

Had anyone been cursed with the ability to gaze into Hex’s mind and witness his father, questions would surely rise. The Duke was an intimidating fellow, tall and daunting. His extravagant suit denoted aristocracy, an expression of authority exposed arrogance, and yet, he did not seem to mind the one-sided interaction bestowed upon his son. Duke Murdock had come to accept that Casper wasn’t eager to offer words in turn. “Let’s hope they don’t all perish in the frozen wastes,” the spectral image continued, a hand rising to rub at his chin. “But issuing you reconnaissance? Dear me, that boy doesn’t understand your powers at all.” 

A brow rose as Casper’s attention turned towards his father, silence lingering. It was true that those present did not comprehend the nature of Hex’s abilities. Death Magic was complicated, and short of Zach, no current member of the Young Justice League had spent any notable time studying magic. Zachary Zatara himself was still quite new to the life. Truthfully, however, Casper preferred this. He did not desire such knowledge for his teammates. Casper’s magic was, in a word, disturbing. Death, the afterlife, decay, and ghostly grace, none of which spoke of a colorful approach. The atrocities committed by Necromancy were gruesome to say the least, and Casper had actively attempted to maintain a certain aspect of the dark art, refraining from interacting with flesh and bone. 

He was unsure of what to expect on this mission surrounded by snow and rime, but it would certainly reveal everyone’s strengths, and mayhaps their weaknesses. “And the grumpy one is your commander? Sweet Casper, I do not envy your position.” A final statement, before the entity vanished, leaving Hex and the yet quiet Coal to their own devices. With sharp teeth clenched, Casper retired his attention to the floor. Did he agree with these compositions? Talon’s statements revealed one thing; that despite these two weeks, an understanding of everyone’s positions was lacking. Though, it was fair to say that Hex would not have managed it better, himself. The last two weeks had been quite distracting. Between attendance at college, his father’s sporadic appearances, and training, there was little time to establish a connection with anyone else. 

Despite this, he recalled being gifted a ribbon by Daphne, a sweet gesture indeed. In the same vein, however, Hex was deigned to return the bracelet he had procured for her. It revealed a somewhat tone-deaf position. Casper had bought a girl something that, in this world of economically challenged individuals, would make her a target. He had not considered that outcome. Perhaps, going forward, he ought to contemplate the price before a purchase. Others were not quite as indifferent towards it as he was. 

With those spectral orbs gazing upon the flowery young woman, Casper’s thoughts turned towards the mission. Was she ready for this? Plans were notorious for malfunctioning, and Rain’s opinion of the girl had presented itself, albeit vaguely. If he was to command their half of the team, how would he conduct himself? Would he be able to keep everyone organized? Perhaps. Would he be able to keep everyone calm? Of that, Casper was unsure. The boy himself was no leader, and he dreaded the day when others found themselves relying on his instructions. 

[color=FFE4C4]”It’s acceptable,”[/color] Hex responded, clawed digits gently tapping his arm from their crossed position.