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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]
💀 A few people.
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Contrary to popular belief, Casper enjoyed fashionable escapades. Upon learning of this mission, his typical attire found itself altered to reflect the chilling touch of winter. White cloth hugged the boy’s scrawny, slender shape, offering sight of a ghostly entity blending into a snowy field. This would, however, contrast greatly with the dark nature of his powers, black energies clashing with Hex’s white attire. He did not mind this transgression, and would admit its contribution. 

Spectral spheres turned towards Daphne, Casper’s thoughts traveling to their upcoming assignment. Would Viktor be able to lead a team so diverse in strengths, weaknesses, and utility? Despite Casper’s chalk-white nature, and his newly procured attire, the boy would radiate an aura of blackness in protection from the sun. It would allow for an easy spot, but yet again, he was reminded of the attention paid. There had not been enough. 

The question then arose. Why did the boy not argue the decision? A black aura in a field of white was hard to miss, but was this mission executed during the comforting embrace of night, problems were null and void. However, if sunlight was required, the issue persisted, and yet, Casper did not waste a moment bringing this up. Did he not care? Was he fed up? Perhaps the more reasonable assumption was allowing others, mainly Talon, to learn from his mistakes. Duke Murdock was correct in offered statements, and while Hex refrained from giving his father the satisfaction of attention, agreement reluctantly lingered. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I ought to remain a distance from you, it would allow for more vantage points.”[/color] With the scenario playing out the way it did, Casper was not willing to allow Talon’s decisions to endanger the lives of his comrades by placing a dark beacon next to them. 

“Don’t forget about me! I can scout [i]real good![/i]” The spirit pitched in. It was true. Coal possessed flight, and would be considered nothing more than an ordinary crow, or raven, considering his size. The avian had donned this roll on several occasions, and was comfortable continuing tradition. 

[color=FFE4C4]”It falls in the hands of our leader,”[/color] clawed digits motioned towards Viktor. Upon their initial meeting, Casper pinned Viktor for a good leader, someone with a sturdy spine and vigilant stance. However, he had come to see the young man as brash, moody, and rough. Aspects well suited a warlord, and less so a commander. It was an unfair display, however, judging his teammates following a mere two weeks of lacking interaction. 

Casper had only himself to blame, in that regard. The boy was growing exceedingly less patient with Zachary’s antics, Alisa remained alien to him, the actual alien, Aleen’a, radiated enough ultra-violet light to warrant respectable distance, and Casper had yet to interact with Felix, in the slightest. Talon’s shell was something Hex could not be bothered with, currently, as he was maintaining what people called ‘bigger fish’, mainly his father’s presence. In a way, this team’s insecurities, character quirks, and challenges were stringing along an obnoxious development as a result of Casper’s strained patience with his father. 

The boy was known for his relaxed, reserved, and harmonic mannerisms, something he did not want to jeopardize. However, Duke Murdock’s appearance would have managed just that, if Casper spent any notable time with many within the Young Justice League. 

Where others may have noticed how Hex grew more distant within the past two weeks, he appeared keen on spending time with Daphne. In truth, he could relax in the presence of this girl. Her positive nature separated itself from Casper’s own issues, and his friendship with her steadily grew. There was a desire to protect, and a wish to socialize entwining into what Hex and Coal would consider stable companionship. Despite the bird’s distaste for emotional movies. 

Their mission was starting in an hour, plenty of time to mentally prepare for what was to come. Their first mission, the first stage where mistakes could very well force lasting consequences. Casper was not keen on shepherding any of his allies to the afterlife just yet, and deigned to proceed with care. Hopefully, hiccups and obstacles were kept to a minimum.