The fairy listened intently as his friend spoke, nodding politely at every odd interval. Inside, Mailsi was a complicated individual, for reasons she often neglected to share with the fey. He understood though. Casey himself had his secrets. He was like the king of secrets. Well more like prince of secrets.
Heh, family puns. The mention of Mailsi’s aunt, threw Casey off slightly for a second. The teen tended to try and avoid interacting with members of staff unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. That was one of the reasons he tended to avoid hanging around with Mari that much. Dealing with students related to the staff was bound to cause issues. What if they fell out or something? Would their parents know? Would that result in Casey having a target painted on his back for harassing their precious sons and daughters? No, Casey really didn’t want to have to deal with that. That probably leaves you asking, why on earth was he still friends with Mailsi?
That question had been running through his mind when their conversation was interrupted by Kieran. Casey had mixed feelings about him. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with the kid. Like, if Casey had to be honest, the Kryptonian was probably one of the nicest guys on campus. He was strong, powerful, majestic, and definitely a shoe-in to be one of the next greatest Teen Titans. Like the Man of Steel himself, Kieran was the perfect hero in Casey’s eyes. Sure that fact kind of bugged Casey, but he couldn’t help but look up to the guy. No, his problem was how friendly he was to Mailsi. First of all, Casey wasn’t jealous. Not at all. No. Besides, why would he be jealous? Casey just knew that Kieran was up to something. The Kryptionian was just pulling some angle. Yeah, that was it.
As Mailsi ruffled the guy’s hair, Casey had to hold back his tongue before he said something he’d regret. He swore internally, repeating the f-word frequently. As the two began to speak, Casey began to shift his feet awkwardly below him. While they continued their narrative, the faerie decided that it was probably a good time to take his leave. After giving his friend a short silent wave which ultimately when unnoticed as her and Kieran continued their heart to heart, Casey turned and departed. This was a good thing, yes. He needed to put on his training suit anyway!
Casey re-emerged from the locker room minutes later, just as their instructor, John Stewart appeared to begin the session. Casey listened intently as the man spoke, smirking as that talking baboon that Balboa was obviously banging was kicked out. Good riddance, Casey thought. That was when the teams were announced. Casey heart leapt with joy at the news that he would be on the Suicide Squad team! Oh this was going to be good!
Now, due to Casey’s natural yearning to chaos and drama, Casey had often pondered about what it would be like being one of the world’s most powerful supervillains. In fact, Casey even admired some of them, having researched a number of them previously during his free time at the library. Take Anarky for instance. The first one that is. Lonnie Machin. That was truly someone that Casey could get behind. However, after having thought on the subject of becoming a villain frequently in the past, Casey decided that the life of a villain was not the life for him. Partly due to the killing. That was something that he definitely wasn’t about. Another reason why he was such a fan of Anarky. Despite all his schemes in the past, no one ever died. Even most of the Justice League had a higher death toll than that guy!
No, the main reason that he didn’t want such a life was that the villain never ever seemed to actually win. Sure many of planet’s big bad guys may accumulate a hefty sum of wealth after a few bank heists, but at the end of the day, they always got caught. Hence one of the reasons as to why the Suicide Squad was actually a thing. Casey didn’t want to spend his time and effort committing crimes, just to simply end up behind bars. That wasn’t what he had in mind at all, especially since Casey loved to win. This A.R.C. session was no exception.
As Casey followed the rest of his team into the waiting room, he suddenly remember where he had heard Professor Stewart assign Mailsi. The thought of him having to fight him unnerved him slightly, although thinking about it, she wouldn’t want him to just go easy on her since they were friends. Regardless, the thought still made a bit queasy. In order to put that out of his mind, he turned his attention to one of his team’s co-leaders as the fellow student spoke. He had to agree that his role in this plan made sense. Despite being able to give a decent punch with his abilities if needed, Casey was well aware that he wasn’t as strong a combatant as many on his team so guarding the bombs was probably a good fit for him.
As the doors to the arena slid open, Casey’s signature mischievous grin flashed across his face. This was going to be extremely fun! He already had a small plan cooked up in his head. What need was there to protect the explosives if the other team weren’t able to even see them? Casey had been practicing an invisibility charm recently that was sure to be a vital help to the team. Before he could speak however, Kieran spoke up.
At once, all misgivings Casey had previously held towards the Kryptonian vanished. Maybe it was just because he wasn’t with Mailsi, but Casey once again saw the guy for the hero that he was. He listened to the change in plan and nodded understandingly. It was probably a good idea to keep him away from the explosives if he was honest, as Casey knew that given the chance he’d probably set those things off early just for the hell of it. But now his new target was the hostages. Keeping them safe would be easy.
“Sure thing!” Casey said cheerily to the Kryptonian as he began to follow the rest of the group through the compound. “Can put down some protective wards and what-not. Got a muffler charm up my sleeve too so those All-Star Shits can’t hear the hostages struggling and screaming!” He gave a menacing giggle at that last comment, with the green haired teen rubbing his hands together eagerly.