Dean sucks in a breath, looking at the tank. “So… he’s in there? Right now?”
“Yup. Well, in a manner of speaking. His body’s there but his mind is, uh…” Garth taps at the computer screen. “Since Chuck unplugged the game server, so to speak, Cas is kind of in no-man’s land.”
“The hell does that mean?” Dean asks, coming up to stand next to Garth, squinting at the indecipherable green text on the screen.
“His mind is, uh…” Garth’s throat bobs as he swallows. “Well, without anything to attach to, it’s kind of… fading away.”
Another Update since it's been a fair amount of time:
I have...
...for Chapter 25 so far.
2,000 words, just about and I still have a fair amount to go. This is definitely shaping up to be a long chapter, but hey, who's complaining? Not me.
I took a break for a lot of today because my arms were suddenly really sore. I felt like I pulled some muscles or something?
I can't quite recall doing anything that strenuous that I would feel so sore. After many long and painful hours, thankfully, they feel fine again. 😒
I also have decided that "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses is the theme song for Arc One. XD
I am SO disappointed, because I imagined in my head a whole animatic with a cool character into sequence in this anime/humanistic style and basically just a rundown of various events in the Arc One plot. That fit PERFECTLY with "Sweet Child O' Mine".
But, alas, I do not possess the skills to animate in the same quality that is my imagination. 😞
Summary: Shepard realizes she's aboard the Normandy and doesn't take it well. On the other side, Kaidan may finally find the friends he seeks. Or will he?
They had reached the Wards area where most of the population lived, after all it was meant only for the middle class and personnel of the citadel. While those on top lived on the Presidium, literally and figuratively. Asshole classist segregation. Shepard didn’t care though, she was only staying for one night then onto the Normandy. Not that she wanted to see any of the crew nor the ship. Especially not even Captain Anderson himself.
Everything felt so surreal and she hated the feeling that everything could come crashing down. Especially the weight of having to serve under Captain Anderson. The fact that he was able to even get her on his ship, a frigate made with the help of the turians, infuriated her. She hadn’t considered herself racist by any and all accounts, she just never trusted any other species. “Hell, I couldn’t even trust my own species. How could they expect me to trust another”, Shepard thought as she stomped her feet to the ground.
“Don’t break anything. The Alliance is paying for this, you know,” Javier commented as he watched Shepard throw her not-so-subtle hissy fit. He had given her enough space to vent her anger.
“Then they shouldn’t have stationed me here,” She barked back as she slammed the door to the bedroom, cracking it and making its screws loosen. Javier winced at the action. He then sat on the couch of the living room, which had a table in front of it, where he waited patiently for Shepard to get out. The place was more than spacious for someone like her, with its own personal living room connected to the open kitchen. Two doors to the left, one leading to the bathroom and the other to a bedroom.
“Being mad about it won’t help you, Shep. You should be proud about being stationed under Captain Anderson. I know I would be.”
“Yeah because you're the type to take handouts,” Shepard said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
“Damn. Low blow much,” Javier winced at the comment, “Besides it’s not a hand out after all you’ve done for the Alliance.”
“Yeah but I-” Shepard started to say but was cut off when Javier waved his hand.
“No. No exceptions. You’ve done enough for the Alliance. Clearing out the Terminus while protecting our colonies,” Javeir stated, matter-of-factly, “maybe the brass thinks you're ready for more.”
More what?” Shepard stared at Javier as she walked into the small kitchen. Letting Javier talk was one way to get information out of him. Only question was would he fall for it.
Javier shrugged, “who knows? Haven’t found anything about it but if it bothers you so much I can dig around.”
Shepard eyed him over the kitchen counter then gave out a sigh. Guess this was all she was getting from him, she thought as she checked the contents of the fridge, finding two beer cans. Grabbing them, she threw one at Javier who caught it with ease.
Silence descended upon them as they took a sip from their drinks. When Javier thought this was the best time to offer, “Well since that's settled, let’s go out.”
“No,” Shepard immediately replied as she sat on the couch.
“Wha--” Javier complained as he turned his head to her direction, “You don’t even know where we’re going.”
“You’re always working on an angle. I don’t trust you.”
“One, that hurts. Second, don’t you wanna celebrate?”
“Does this have anything to do with the information I sent you?”
Javier sighed as he rolled his eyes, “Is work the only thing you can think of?”
“You should think more.”
Javier gave her a pointed look, “There’s a fine line between being committed and being obsessed. You're both.”
Shepard shrugged and placed her feet up on the table. Javier’s eyebrow scrunched and his mouth twitched in disgust.
“You’re an animal.”
“Takes one to know one,” Shepard said, shifting her position to a more comfortable one. With both feet outstretched, one foot on top of the other. “Still not going out.”
“So what are you gonna do? Sulk? Until I get your data or find out more about why you got stationed on the Normandy?”
Shepard gave him an annoyed glance as she typed on her omni-tool and sent him a file, “I recently got this from a severed arm.”
“Wha--”
“A batarians,” Shepard cut him off, “I’m not legally allowed to sever our people’s arms.”
“Hasn’t stopped you,” Javier whispered and yet Shepard heard, “Damn. You really are brutal, you know that.”
Shepard shrugged, whatever was necessary to get what she wanted. No matter the cost. “Look, this data came at a price,” Shepard said as she looked at the beer can she was holding, “I just.. I just need to know if you're going to help me or not.”
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - My Chemical Romance (Album)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Fun Ghoul/Party Poison (Danger Days)
Characters: Party Poison (Danger Days), Fun Ghoul (Danger Days), Jet Star (Danger Days), Kobra Kid (Danger Days), Original Killjoy Characters (Danger Days)
Additional Tags: Zones Culture and Customs (Fabulous Killjoys), Android Party Poison (Danger Days), Angst with a Happy Ending, Wedding Planning
Series: Part 8 of Killjoys
Summary:
They've dealt with so much in their lives, put themselves in danger countless times, almost died for one another several times, and have put off one of the most important moments of their lives in order to save just about everyone from the deadliest "natural" event in the zones to date. But now, it's finally time.
The train is broken down, the turnstiles to the underground levels of the city are closed, and the people of the zones all need help, but if the Killjoys can manage to make it out the other side of the zones' restoration, the promise of a beachfront wedding is waiting for Party Poison and Fun Ghoul. That is, if they survive that long...
Welcome back to the zones. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and remember to have fun!
