Shard

Young Justice

That leaves a spot open for one of the prior interests, at least.

And looking forward to moving the story along, yes.

Young Justice

Location
💀 The Sanctuary.
💀 The Kitchen → The Dorms.

Interactions
💀🐦

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It was an odd sensation, not only the consumption of nourishment otherwise abandoned following a dark transformation. Rather, this also included the social endeavors put forth by the Wraithborn. Why did he care, and how would this development impact Casper’s life? Or rather, his Unlife. Was the Necromantic entity to wield dark powers alongside a group of Heroes and save the day? Was he going to halt a robbery in progress while presenting heroic monologues? An ironic thought, to say the least. However, Casper had learned how to neutralize foes without permanently damaging their souls. He had unlocked a means of weaving his magic which refrained from destroying, consuming, or otherwise leaving aggravated wounds on a being’s essence. This was the very first lesson taught to him by Zatanna, preceded by the words ‘If you are to deal with the living, you need to know how to keep them that way.’ The magician was right, of course. Casper could not unleash Necrotic darkness upon unsuspecting villains and leave behind an empty shell. It was not quite how heroes operated, he was told.

As such, the young Wraithborn had, following arduous training, finally mastered the ability to force a soul into temporary dormancy with his magic, rendering the living unconscious. In accordance with Zatanna’s theories, Casper could also heal a damaged soul, but that was yet beyond him, and far more difficult than regenerating undead flesh, a feat he was more than capable of. Thoughts would proceed in traveling to Constantine, the 'Accomplished Warlock’. A single look at the man offered Casper a frightful image of his soul, a damned man if he had ever seen one. What forces of Hell and beyond had Constantine managed to piss off so drastically as to leave his spirit a mangled mess? One would shudder at the thought, but Casper was well aware that magic for humans tended towards a price in recompense, a price Constantine had dragged out with wits, shady deals, and mischief.

Finishing his meal, Casper, or Hex as he would be called far more frequently, rose to his feet. ”Thank you, Zach..,” the boy repeated, and silently began a quiet drift towards his dorm. The Wraithborn required sleep to the same extent as nourishment, that is to say, not at all. However, he found that meditating offered a sense of unmatched serenity. A world of silence where he sat surrounded by little else than the magic he was composed of. It allowed for clarity and understanding. A form of training all on its own, accompanying relaxation and what could only be considered rest.

Upon entering the dormitories, Casper paused, eyes tracing the many doors stretching across a corridor. This was where he would be living for the foreseeable future, alongside other individuals he was forced to rely on. “You okay, Cassy?” A voice tore the Wraithborn from his thoughts, a quiet word following.

”Yeah..,” he responded, raising a keycard to a screen by his door, seeing how the metallic barrier slid open to reveal the dark room within. A closed window greeted him, blinds preventing intrusive light from entering. With the dark aura constantly surrounding Casper now dissipating, the boy fell to his bed, clawed hands gently rubbing at his face.

“You don’t seem okay,” Coal stated, wings flapping before the crow’s talons grabbed onto the edge of Casper’s computer screen.

There was a pause, a frown making itself visible upon the boy’s face, a ghost in the darkness where he dimly glowed. It was quite poetic, in a way. Casper’s phantasmal eyes allowed him to see clearly without any light source, but equally so, others could see him just as well in darkness precisely as thick. ”I’m scared..,” a soft whisper left the boy’s lips, attention falling to his converse-clad feet, a bright blue to contrast with his otherwise monochrome presence.

Though the Wraithborn was expecting ridicule and faux mockery, he soon found that a crow had flown onto his lap, arms gently wrapping themselves around the avian as if on reflex. “You’ll be okay, Casper,” Coal stated. “I think everyone’s a bit scared, and I mean.., something has to scare you, right?”

Unable to hide the small, mellow smile bridging itself across Casper’s lips, the boy tightened his embrace of Coal’s feathery frame. ”Yeah..,” he finished, feeling a soft presence against his chest.

Young Justice

I made one for those who are interested.

This is a big, yellow link.

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Zach dressed like his cousin.

@Crimson Flame

This is what we call a Magic Mike.

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I just think that a Discord would smooth things out drastically, rather than posting one message at a time in an OOC tab, instead of just having full conversations with people.

I can make a Discord for the group if the DMs prefer not to go through the process.

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So, now that this is an established group, I was wondering if there would be any interest in a Discord where people can just hang out? I am aware that this came up at the very start of the RP, and that the answer was that an RP Discord wasn't going to be made. Though, a hangout Discord doesn't seem too far out of the question, considering how tight-knit this group appears to have become.

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It doesn’t show up for me either.

Young Justice

Location
💀 The Sanctuary.
💀 The Kitchen.

Interactions
💀 @Crimson Flame

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The world of magic was a complicated existence. A reality bending and shaping itself in response to forces scarcely understood even by those wielding this fearsome force. An ever flowing energy expressing itself so vastly differently by everyone utilizing its power. How would Casper begin to explain this peculiar phenomenon? He was no teacher, and much less able to express information in a satisfactory manner. Even so, perhaps one day, Casper would manage to convey spectral mysticism.

His eyes shifted to Zach, a somber expression crossing the Wraithborn’s features. Was it fair to assume the worst? It was not difficult to deduce Zach’s distaste for his fellow student beneath Zatanna’s care. Two opposites trained by the same teacher, one of whom was related to their mentor. Claiming that Casper felt like he had imposed on a family business was true. In fact, there was little Zatanna could teach the boy in regards to using his magic. Rather, Casper was taught the many intricacies of spellcraft in hopes of arming him against other casters, and the supernatural. There was little the woman could do with Casper’s powers, as she was unable to wield them, herself. Yes, a question often swirled within the Wraithborn’s mind. ’Am I intruding?’

It did not require in depth analysis to expose Zach’s competitive nature, and his reaction to Casper’s inclusion had been less than ideal. It was a somewhat complicated situation, to be sure. Casper was not naive. He was fully aware of Zatanna’s intentions with taking him in. She wanted to monitor him, the undead abomination. She wanted to learn of his nature, and be prepared for a lack of judgment. It begged the question, would Zatanna have been interested in the boy had he not been a peculiar case? Had he not been a danger?

It was fair to say that Casper lacked friends beyond Coal, often due to his own asocial tendencies. In truth, the lingering joke of him preferring the company of death was accurate. Casper did indeed feel more comfortable in the midst of spirits and souls, those beyond the veil. One could almost consider it a shame that the friends he had made along the way were all assisted into the afterlife. They did not belong in this world, trapped and unable to move on, and bidding farewell had become a constant repeat. It begged the question if the Wraithborn would ever shepherd any of these aspiring heroes to the beyond.

”Thank you for the food, Zach..,” came a quiet notion of appreciation. Casper did not even require nourishment, so why did he remain? A part of the boy wanted to abscond, to turn around and simply leave, but here he stood, ghostly eyes maintaining a lingering gaze upon a table set for ten. Perhaps it was acceptable to enjoy the taste of a meal, irrelevant of its actual necessity. An attempt at kinship. Lowering himself to a chair, Casper’s clawed hand reached for a burger, soft buns gently yielding to his digits as he brought the assembled meal to a plate. Such an unnecessary motion, all in the name of companionship. Was he trying too hard? As sharp teeth bit into the juicy meat comprising his burger, Casper concluded that for the moment, perhaps it didn’t matter.

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Ja gon' vacuum the food into his mouth.

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Cass with a C just thought she was making a joke.