I wonder if I can make Casper there
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I think Young Justice was absolutely amazing. The first season. It got worse with every subsequent season. My opinion of course.
And yeah, this is a very enjoyable RP with very enjoyable character interactions. I post as often as I am able.
And yeah, this is a very enjoyable RP with very enjoyable character interactions. I post as often as I am able.
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đź’€ The Sanctuary.
đź’€ The Kitchen.
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đź’€ @Crimson Flame
đź’€ Everyone in the Lounge.
It was true that Casper’s lack of flight was somewhat frustrating. He was able to phase through walls, teleport his body short distances, and a repertoire of other ghostly feats, but flight was still beyond him. Even so, the irony was not lost on the Wraithborn. Zatanna, one of the most powerful magicians in the world, as well as a bird was attempting to teach him how to fly, and he had little to show for it. Turning that phantasmal gaze towards the sunlit window, Casper’s mellow expression lingered. Ivory darkness protected him from unforgiving light, but longing for nighttime was a constant desire that embraced the undead creature. A desire for starlit comfort.
Claws gently tightened against the cold surface of Casper’s drink. Would this truly work out? Were Zatanna’s decisions based on accurate conclusions, or would this all reveal itself to be a mistake? So far, the Wraithborn’s experiences from college were unsatisfactory. Other students avoided him, and teachers were unsure of how to approach the so-called ’Meta’ they were dealing with. Naturally, his nature was hidden, much as it had been from the Young Justice team. His ’family’. A peculiar choice of words, to be sure. Casper’s family situation had been complicated from the start, and the track record left much to be desired. Death by his own father was difficult to surpass, but Casper would assure anyone that being a part of his family was a less than spectacular scenario.
Much opposed to the display presented by Zach, ’spectacular’ was a state of being the young magi sought to emphasize. It went hand in hand with his flight across the room, and it would then proceed to maintain itself as he switched 'Bared and Scared' to his YouTube channel. The self-esteem of this boy could easily be mistaken for arrogance, that much was certain. “I keep telling Casper to make his own channel,” Coal stated, remaining comfortable where he had positioned himself. “Imagine how many gothy emo teens would tune into his edgy-ass content.”
”My powers aren’t entertainment, Coal..,” the Wraithborn protested, taking another sip of his drink. Was he jealous of Zach’s ability to fly? That required some form of reaction, and death had done wonders in raising the boy’s apathy, a quirk he had already mastered in life.
“Okay, okay! So hear me out!” The avian continued, earning Casper’s attention as his brow raised. “A medium,” Coal began, “speak to the fucking dead, right? Earn a fortune from housewives.”
”Mom and Zatanna would be real proud of me, then..,” Casper smirked softly, shaking his head in disapproval. It would be a lie to claim that Casper’s magic revolved solely around death and destruction. Where he had the ability to damage, destroy, and manipulate souls, essences, and the dead, there was another side to his magical powers. Before Zatanna and Constantine had found him, the boy was somewhat of a medium, already. Souls who had not yet passed onto the Spirit World were aided into the afterlife, and those few mad phantasms that had made their way through the veil were swiftly dealt with. Casper could protect life as readily as he could destroy it. A herald of life and death, some called him. It was partly why he was uncomfortable in the presence of machines, something so divorced from his being that nearly none of Casper’s magic could touch such an artificial existence.
“A guy’s gonna’ have an occupation, Cassy’.” Coal pitched, though the statement fell on deaf ears. Casper was not going to turn his abilities into a gimmick. Zach was doing that enough for the both of them.
”I’ll leave that to him..,” a claw lazily motioned towards Zatara, following that spectral voice. If Casper could recall, this team contained as many as three individuals attuned to magic in some capacity. Death, Arcane, and Illusions, if the boy wasn’t mistaken. An interesting variation to be sure.
“So, while we’re all enjoying Zach’s Logomancy,” the bird was more well-read than he let on, “why don’t we go around sharing our most daring adventures!?” Small, avian talons hopped excitedly in place. “How can we all be heroes without stories to tell, huh?”
”I’m not a hero, Coal..,” the Wraithborn finished his drink. He wanted another.
“Casper! You start!” The bird had clearly ignored his friend’s words.
”..I hate you...” Claws reached for the fridge to procure another drink. He certainly needed one, now.
"And I love you too, babe!" Coal laughed.
Casper will have to ask Gold Rush what the future's like considering how he'll be there, eventually, lol.
"The 27th century will be a blast."
"The 27th century will be a blast."
Edgelordry is a refined art.
Location
đź’€ The Sanctuary.
đź’€ The Kitchen.
Interactions
đź’€ @Prosaic
đź’€ @FunnyGuy
đź’€ @Crimson Flame
How was an undead boy to answer that question? Devan was kind enough to pitch in, offering Viktor a simple denial, however it wasn’t quite what the two of them were looking for. Casper was a Wraithborn, but how was he going to present that? ”I’m..,” the phantasmal teen began, frowning softly. Viktor’s question wasn’t insulting, neither did it upset the deathly creature. It would be fair to claim that Casper simply didn’t care enough to react, his skin far thicker than it appeared. ”A ghost..,” came a shrug, before he brought that drink to his lips and enjoyed another swig. None of these people needed to know the details of what he was, or the process of his creation. Ghost was a far easier substitute.
“Can’t you tell from that beautiful personality of his?” Coal chirped.
Necromancy was a dark, forbidden art, something even the most prominent of mages were wary of, and a magical school few individuals understood. Casper was this very magic given flesh, his mortal frame entirely replaced. It was nothing he could explain, especially to individuals unaware of spellcraft. ”I use magic..,” the pale creature continued, raising a clawed hand to motion at Zach, where the magician appeared. ”But nothing like him..,” Casper added. Indeed, Zach and Casper’s magic were vastly different, and one could make the claim that they were nothing alike.
Those close to the Wraithborn may have noticed that the creature wasn’t breathing, especially someone with Viktor’s training. The boy’s heart was beating, however. Quite odd for an undead being, mimicking life to that extent. Such was the nature of a Wraithborn, Necromancy attempting to reflect life in dark, twisted ways. It was beating at slow, steady pace, never rising, never lowering, a constant rhythm clearly slower than that of a human’s, but enough to maintain a flow of that black blood beneath his flesh. “He still can’t fly, though,” Coal slowly shook his head, “one day this Ghost might be worth his salt, one day.”
”It’s fucking hard, okay..?” Despite Casper’s magical nature, flying was not a simple task. Given enough practice, it very well would be, but he had yet to reach that level.
“Yes, yes,” the avian commented, flapping its wings before perching atop a curtain rod. “So how would you survive naked and in the wilds, Cassy’?” Beady eyes turned towards the television. "Also, hello, Zachy' Boy. We're watching Naked and Stupid."
Casper in a survival show? His participation would be cheating, surely. ”If you want a survival test, Coal, we can step into the Spirit World..,” a small smirk crossed the Wraithborn's lips, revealing shark-like teeth.
“Don’t even joke about that!” The crow countered, hopping in place atop that curtain rod. “How many things want to kill us there, Cas’!?”
It took a moment for the ghostly teenager to consider Coal’s question, a claw rising as he counted, followed by another, and a third. ”Three..,” he returned. Three horrific, spiritual beasts Casper managed to agitate by stepping on their turf. The Weaver, The Wisp, and The Brewer, three monstrous fiends beyond the shore. Three monstrous sisters.
“And they sure as fuck don’t want to invite us over for tea!” The bird finished, before turning back to the television show.
”I’m Casper.., as you might have heard. On the field I’m Hex, for what it’s worth..,” The Wraithborn offered, answering Viktor’s question. In time, they would all know of each other’s powers and capabilities. In time, secrets would reveal themselves.
Location
đź’€ The Sanctuary.
đź’€ The Kitchen.
Interactions
đź’€ @Prosaic
đź’€ @FunnyGuy
“Woah, what’s wrong!?” Coal exclaimed, the bird’s wings flapping as they pushed him aloft. Casper seemed unscathed, but in his line of work, danger was seldom accompanied by how things appeared.
”Did you hear that..?” A question left Casper’s lips as the boy stumbled onto the door frame separating the lounge from a long, winding corridor.
“Hear what?” Avian talons clicked onto a counter as beady, black eyes maintained constant focus on the Wraithborn. “Are we in the Spirit World, again!?” Coal chirped, his attention briefly shifting towards Devan and Viktor who had both made themselves comfortable in the area. “Because if we are, you fucked up! And you brought guests!” A wing rose to point at the others.
”We’re not in the fucking Spirit World..,” Casper confirmed, slowly regaining his composure. What he had heard was his name, a brief whisper, something calling out to him. The Wraithborn did not sense death nearby, nor did he feel the presence of spirits or those undying. That of which spoke to him did so from a distance, from beyond the shore. This was not an isolated incident, however. Spirits and other deathly entities had spoken to Casper in the past, but this felt somewhat different. Shaking his head, the boy turned those phantasmal eyes towards Devan and Viktor. Another being somewhat similar to the Wraithborn in regards to the disturbing nature of his powers, and a newcomer.
“Uh-huh.., well, let me know if something shitty happens,” Coal returned to Casper’s shoulder, “and holy shit, they’re looking at that Naked and Stupid show!”
”Bared and Scared..,” the pale creature corrected, his thoughts traveling from what he had experienced to the immediate present. Later, he would certainly need to look into what had been attempting contact. From his experiences, they were seldom benevolent and often seductive. It was likely better to ignore it, for now. The living were sent spam emails, and Casper was no exception. Only methods varied.
Approaching the fridge, claws wrapped themselves around the handle, and Casper pulled the lid open to produce a chilled drink. It was time to be social again. ”Devan..,” the Wraithborn spoke, offering the boy a soft nod. Like the others who had arrived early, Casper knew of them more so than he actually knew them. Viktor on the other hand, he was the one who had escaped Zach’s attempt at wooing. ”Viktor..,” the creature echoed Devan’s words, now having spoken to both of them. Was he getting better at this? That was debatable, but at the very least, he could finally enjoy that drink.
“Try speaking in full sentences, Casper. I think they’d appreciate it,” Coal expressed his opinion on the matter, much like he always felt the need to. However, he did not earn a response, those spectral eyes above Casper’s small nose aimed at his comrades, a tail slowly swaying in harmony with the sugary beverage he was so enjoying.
Casper is a ray of sunshine.
If I may.
You are speaking of Zatalon.
You are speaking of Zatalon.
Roll a d20 + how well the steak tastes for Viktor's approval.
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