The darkness absolutely crackled. Programs restarted, processing the incoming information, while an entirely different host of programs changed the information into a form that the sleeping Heroic Spirit could interpret. The Moon Cell, rearranging itself again? Whenever that happened, chaos soon followed. In a crystal computer that transcended space and time, anything was possible, Gilgamesh noted with distinct displeasure. There was a frankly jarring click as the Moon Cell disconnected him from his previous location and began to rewrite the path to his files and then--a redirect? An accidental upload? No--an intentional upload of his system to an entirely new computer. It would appear that the administrator of the Moon Cell had tired of his insolence and disobedience and planned to be rid of him completely.

It made no sense to Kelly, who sat there between the two ESWAT officers, flabbergasted and staring at Deunan with her mouth hanging open. For a moment, she was elated at the prospect of Shepard being on Olympus until reality quickly shot down such thoughts.

Shepard was in Vancouver, in Alliance custody and last she’d heard, it was difficult for anyone to even get a chance to see the commander. For all the trouble that the Alliance seemed hell-bent on giving Shepard, it was hard to believe that the marine would be on Olympus on some solo mission. It didn’t seem right, not with all the bull crap that was going on.

It wasn’t a surprise to hear that there was nothing of substantial use to be found in her room. They’d already addressed that. Besides, what was she going to do, wave a dildo at them and vow to bring down the entire island? Running away from Cerberus didn’t exactly leave time to think of sabotaging some city.

“Deunan… Are you sure it was Shepard and not someone trying to imitate the commander?”

“I’ve never met Shepard before, only heard stories about her.” She simply entered the van, rather than have this conversation standing outside the van while Bri idled it.

“I mean, I guess it was kind of strange she’d be hunting a Cerberus agent without a bigger squad, she usually travels with, like, two other people right?” She meshed her fingers together.”She jus’ showed up, flashed an N7 emblem on some pretty ratty lookin’ armor, then ordered me to help her find the agent, that’s when I remembered Bri saying something about a former cerberus agent he’d set up at that hotel. The commander made it sound like you were still in operations and the ‘former’ thing was just a front.”

“Still sounds a little too fantastic Deunan.” Briareos began to move the van towards the street, and drive Kelly back to her hotel.

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cerberusyeoman

“I’ve got a disinfectant spray in my finger I could put on it.”

What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?

Tavi is so social and I am so not.  So it takes me out of my normal zone of thinking, trying to come up with how he reacts to things.  Even little things like how he reacts to a stranger approaching him, how he reacts to unexpected touch, it’s more interesting to me to get completely out of my own head for him.

Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?

(also asked by cerberusyeoman)

SO I remember a lot of my threads, I get super invested in most of them.  Though I will say that my absolute most memorable ones are like, Tavi’s love confessions ones, where he finally FINALLY started his relationships after god knows how long.  The thread where he was kidnapped by Blood Pack and lost a plate also stands out.  The thread from EIGHT BILLION YEARS AGO where Mab (xenobirdologist, inactive but still Tavi’s BFF) was kidnapped and Tavi went on his ROARING RAMPAGE.  Stuff like that is what I tend to really remember.

What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse’s interaction with another muse?

Tavi shuffles a lot.  He has a hard time staying still and will vary between bouncing in place or just moving his feet.  He’s just a really fidgety turian, like ten kinds of fidgety.