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💀 Happy Harbour.

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It was a daunting experience, to say the least, Casper’s attention fluctuating between his team and Black Canary. This was here he’d show them what he was capable of, at least in a defensive manner, and it would likely decide how the others saw him. Some of the individuals in this group likely judged their teammates based on their capabilities. Jack came to mind, followed by Viktor, and certainly Kila. The less [i]fun[/i] side of their very own Kilamanjaro duo. Feeling how several eyes were boring into him, Casper clenched his teeth. This was just like fighting spirits, wasn’t it? It was just like standing up to a mad phantasm ready and hungry for the Wraithborn’s end. It was almost ironic how many individuals in the Young Justice team Casper had found himself to be a part of that lacked powers, all of whom compensated with elite training and physical skill. Casper did not possess any of that. No, he wielded something else entirely. 

What did it matter what the others thought of him? In what capacity could Casper actually work together with them? Were they all going to practice choreographed motions, one attack leading into the next from several directions before a heroic end to the battle was at hand? It felt far too romanticized. It felt like fiction. Perhaps the boy simply lacked imagination, perhaps he had been on his own for so long that the notion of working alongside other aspiring do-gooders was divorced from reality. Then, this held true for nearly all of them. Despite Zach’s bombastic nature, Casper knew the boy well enough to point out that he hadn’t worked alongside others, either. The Wraithborn could only guess that this held true for those without powers on his team, as well. The quiet ones, the reserved heroes. The more Casper considered this situation, the more he longed for a quiet environment. He looked back at the moments spent in the Spirit World, despite how much it had initially frightened him. There was a sense of comfort that came alongside residing on a plane of the dead. An understanding he didn’t come across on the material plane. 

None of that mattered, at the moment. Standing beneath a blazing sun, face to face with his new teacher, and only a few feet distanced from a Tamaran, Casper was starting to feel stress build up. Had he been breathing, acceleration in that aspect was imminent. Had his heartbeat been able to rise, he’d have felt the muscle beating against his ribs, repeatedly. Rather, Casper’s emotional chaos was kept within, a swirl of anxiety unable to reach the surface of his undead body. He appeared calm, collected, and untouched. His apathetic eyes, two ghostly swirls lit up within seemingly endless darkness stared ahead, insecurity hidden behind their glow. 

[i]’I’m scared..,’[/i] thoughts traveled back to the previous day, Casper’s words confessed to a feathery friend always by his side. [i]’You’ll be okay, Casper,’[/i] was the response he had earned, something which allowed for a sense of calm to wash over him. The truth was that no one truly knew how this would play out, but words of encouragement were never meant to afford glimpses of the future, but rather the strength to carry on. Coal had put Casper in this position, but the Wraithborn would not admonish his dear friend for that decision, knowing full well that this was always going to happen, one way or the other. Was this stage fright? Perhaps, Casper’s clawed toes curling slightly within his shoes as the boy’s body tensed further with every second. At the very least, his poker face was superb, the pinnacle of displayed apathy. Within, however, chaos reigned.

[i]’You can use your magic freely, at will, and without drawbacks,’[/i] Zatanna’s words made their way to the forefront of Casper’s mind. [i]’But that does not mean that you can be careless. With all your power, what would you do if I summoned a miniature sun in front of you? Ball up in a black sphere and hope it goes away?’[/i] That session had been harsh, a lesson that taught Casper that power meant nothing in the eyes of superior tactics. It didn’t matter if he could subjugate a room of people with a wave of his hand if a single one of them managed to raise a gun for long enough to shoot him. Power was a tool, and it was easily surpassed by those with the ability to think a step further.

There was more to concentrate on than simply Black Canary. He had an incredibly powerful opponent in front of him, as well as a blazing sun above his head, which was arguably the most daunting foe Casper would ever face. Though his protective shroud had grown to be a passive addition of his magic, a reaction to sunlight more so than anything, a lapse in calm could very well cause the layer to fluctuate and that spelled out certain death for the Wraithborn. A lot was at stake here for a simple sparring session, but that was good. This was what most of their missions would entail, focusing on more than one thing, more than one enemy. [color=FFE4C4]”I’m ready..,”[/color] Casper stated, hoping that he wouldn't make a fool of himself.