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

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Coal.

[color=000000][u][b]Mentions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 N/A.
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With arms crossed, Casper listened to the instructions given by their leader. So far, he appeared to have a good understanding of the situation, and issued commands in a reasonable manner. Naturally, few plans survived contact with the enemy, and this was no different. The moment chaos struck, what separated failure from success was an ability to remain calm and adapt. When the deafening roar of fired guns echoed, would it warrant deep focus, or panic? The Young Justice League was, after all, quite liberal in their choice of recruits. Teenagers, some of whom had never seen battle, and never participated in combat. Ordinary kids, by every respect, with the exception of peculiar powers. Now, it was getting to a crucial point where past lives were to be thrown aside, and the mantle of ‘hero’ was to be donned. 

Shifting his gaze towards the various members of this, in Zatanna’s words, ‘new family’, the boy closed his eyes, contemplating the scenario. They all seemed to maintain a bright, positive outlook. They were laughing, and making jokes. Casper hoped this wouldn’t change to any notable degree once reality set in, and set in it would.

Lowering himself to a chair, the Wraithborn decided to wait their remaining hour. He had already prepared himself for their upcoming mission, dressed in white with his tail covered by the suit. A way to stifle the Wraith’s supernatural glow from giving away his position during night time operations, which in Viktor’s words, this would be.

“First mission, Cassy’! Excited?” Coal’s voice reached the teen’s ear, talons landing on Casper’s lap. 

He was unsure if excitement was what brewed within his chest. This was all quite new to him, despite being among the far more experienced members of the team. Hex’s previous assignments were supernatural in nature, which was enough to separate this task from his repertoire. 

[color=FFE4C4]”It ought to be a clean approach,”[/color] came a response. The only thing required of them was procuring a dangerous substance, from where they would then retreat. Granted, even the Justice League themselves rarely found missions to maintain initial simplicity. It would be a lie to claim that Hex wasn’t expecting complications. They had a tendency of creeping around every corner. 

“Hah, oh, yeah,” Coal chuckled, “no trouble’s waiting for us, not at all,” the bird shook its head slowly. “And as we’re smoothly sailing through the mission, remember to dial back the death you throw around.” 

The spirit was right. Casper was no longer fighting monsters, and undead lost to insanity. These new enemies were the living. A prerequisite for being what others would consider a ‘Hero’ was refraining from lethal means. Quite frankly, Casper was surprised with the development he had managed to achieve in that regard. Tailoring Death Magic into non-lethal spells. In truth, Hex considered it odd, still. It felt unnatural, like he had bastardized Necromancy into some form of suppressed version of itself, and that was exactly what he had done. Equally so, Casper would be lying if he claimed that his body did not long for using Necromantic powers the way they were supposed to be wielded. [color=FFE4C4]”I will restrain myself,”[/color] the boy finished, his spectral gaze lowering as he spoke, now listening to the alien. She made some fair points, indeed. He’s shifted his attention to Viktor, awaiting his answer.