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[color=#000000][b]Location[/b][/color]
💀 Headquarters.

[color=#000000][b]Interactions[/b][/color]
💀 [@dreamingflowers]
💀 The Team.

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Screens of technological wonder passed the boy by, every image moving across a gathering of pixels residing within a fully material world, an existence Casper had difficulties perceiving. It was a square, large and framed, a shape he made out amidst a gray landscape dotted by souls of immaculate color. Souls he had nearly forgotten while in the Spirit World. Despite longing for lost teammates, the Wraith had kept to himself after an arrival back to earth. A handful of scenarios were left to digest, stories of missions and outings managed by this crew of misfits, with their very last assignment accumulating in losses and trauma.

Mirage, a girl whose magic was clear to Casper following their initial meeting, had lost control. That it had unleashed itself in such a manner, yes, it was something the boy could relate to. Within the Spirit World, he had no reason to hold back, no reason to stifle his magical prowess. However, the rules had now changed. He stood upon the stage of life once more, and as such was to take heed. Unleashed his magic would kill, it would destroy. 

Silence lingered, a blindfolded gaze fixed on a peculiar sight, one which to him had exposed itself long before it was revealed to the material. A soul hidden away, one who claimed a promise once made. Since returning, the Wraithborn had noted a searing pain within those spectral orbs above his nose, warranting a blindfold to save him from celestial light. Though his magic rebuked divine rays, it did little in shrouding those ghostly spheres. 

It was a quiet step, a phantasmal motion as Casper vanished from sight, reappearing once more but an arm’s length from Daphne’s glass cage. A promise, one he aimed to keep, but a string of words now tormenting the lad. [i][color=FFE4C4]'I’ll haunt you, until you feel better.'[/color][/i]

Sharp teeth clenched, eyes falling shut beneath the dark fabric of Casper's blindfold. He hadn’t failed, not yet. No, this was the result of something else entirely, and here she remained, cocooned within a prison of her own making. [color=#FFE4C4][b]”Continue to blossom..,”[/b][/color] the boy uttered in silence, claws gently placed upon the surface of glass. It was ironic, in a way, poetic perhaps, that Casper’s infatuation with Daphne stemmed from utter darkness. An innate desire to unleash death and erase life. An attraction to the bright and colorful, only to rob it of prismatic splendor. He had learned much in his time within a world of ghosts and souls, both of his nature and abilities. However, as these realizations took hold, Casper had stood against them. His nature would not define him, and wherever death led this weary ghost, he aimed to allow blossoms their bloom. 

Slowly, those ebony claws lowered across the glass, falling to Casper’s side as the lad’s forehead gently fell against its reflective surface, an echo of spectral energy licking past his spindly shape. Indeed, he had heard the mission briefing. He knew what their next assignment would entail. Acting the saviors, donning the capes of heroes. It was their destiny. It was the very antithesis to his existence, and yet here he stood. An agent of the void, of death and nothingness, hoping to one day witness fields of flowers sprouting before him. 

Turning to the team, Casper’s gaze lingered. What did they think of his return? Did it matter? They were the reason he had clawed his way through the Spirit World and into the material plane, and here they stood. “We’ll get her back the way she was, Cassy, don’t worry,” a soothing voice reached his pointed ears, Coal’s beak tenderly tapping against the boy’s temple. “First, we have some kids to save, yeah?” 

[color=#FFE4C4][b]”Yeah,”[/b][/color] Casper agreed. Meta Humans kidnapped from a Youth Center. Despite the morbid, horrific reality faced by those briefed, it was almost a relief for the Wraith. No longer a war between life and death, and rather, a fight against injustice. He had missed this. [color=#FFE4C4][b]”I am believed to be a Meta-Human, officially,”[/b][/color] the lad spoke up. [color=#FFE4C4][b]”It is stated on my documents,”[/b][/color] Casper explained, a clawed hand rising to find itself placed upon his scrawny chest. [color=#FFE4C4][b]”I volunteer to be bait.”[/b][/color]

“Fucking hell, Cas’. We’ve been back for less than a week and you’re already serving yourself up,” Coal chuckled.