1, 2... Shadow thanks all of you. 3, 4... Writing is a chore. 5,6... His brain is made of sticks. 7,8... This post is opposite late. 9, 10... Fire Nation for the WIN!
Now onto replies... Oh wait. A messenger hawk swoops down from the sky and drops a rubber knife in ShadowKingLegette's hand.
NOW onto replies...
To: (Halofan2117): Maybe. *stabs with rubber knife*
To: (Dance-of-Pales): Very good idea! *stabs several times with rubber knife*
To: (devilzxknight86): *stabs foot* You're onto something... *stabs other foot* Definitely onto something.
To: (Gdog90): Its ok about the reviewing thing. My goal is to have people read it. Everything else is icing on the cake. No pressure or anything. Also, I like the car idea. I totally forgot about that from the show. *balances rubber knife on head* Hold still!
To: (The Champions): Be careful what you hope for... *gives the rubber knife away and fades into the shadows*
Sometime later inside Danny's Realm, Danny and Spectra entered inside titanium doors which slid open in opposite directions with a swoosh sound automatically once they approached it.
"If what you've told me is true about having a Core Intuition, I'd say through here is the Control Deck," Danny said making his way in followed by Penelope.
"My, this area is gynormous," said Spectra observing the rather large space with its very high ceiling, multi-computer screens in addition to an almost circular high-tech control panel located in the center of the area, and a wide two-way glass window which showed a rather fetching view of the Ghost Zone. Besides these, his trademark DP symbol was etched in white on the black metal floor.
"I'm surprised it turned out how I thought it would considering I only imagined the outside," admitted the teen ghost moving to the center of the area to take a look at the control panel.
"The interior of a realm like this is decided based upon disposition of its creator and what is suitable to the realm," explained the red head following him. "And I must say, I find them both tantalizing."
Danny pretended as though he didn't hear that second part, though he couldn't help but feel cloddish.
As soon as Spectra joined him in order to get a look at the keys and buttons, she said, "Nice equipment. You know what they're for?"
The ghost boy thought about it for a second.
"Well... I'm sure I can control the temperature, gravity, lighting, and a few other things too."
The red head turned her head to look at him questioningly.
"You can change gravity?"
"Yeah. I can either make us light as a feather or heavy as an elephant. Want to see what it's like?"
She smiled.
"Absolutely. But make sure its the light as a feather option Cutie Pie."
Danny felt awkward by the name before using his Core Intuition to figure out which keys to mash and in what order. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own during the process as they fluidy moved about. He found it strange and yet reminiscent to muscle memory in a way. Before he knew it, one final button was pressed and a humming pulse reverberated in the atmosphere for a brief moment which both he and Spectra felt.
And then the two felt their bodies float without warning into the air.
"Oh my...!" Penelope let out. "I really am light as a feather."
The white haired teen smiled floating about in the air, "Zero gravity is amazing. I never thought I'd experience this unless I became an astronaut. Being a ghost definitely has its upsides."
Spectra managed to gain some control over her person by using her power of flight.
"Tell me about it. I've learned through the years that the Ghost Zone is full of many wonders that have yet to be explored. If you stick around long enough I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will make your unliving worthwhile. Or rather someone."
Danny thought about what she said and familiar face definitely fit the description. He smiled at the image of the fire haired ghost girl in his head.
"Yeah. No kidding."
His guest seemed to pick up on that and decided on something.
"Can I ask you something Cutie-Pie?"
"Shoot."
"Regarding the circumstances of your demise that you told us about at the Christmas Party. How exactly did you end up in that situation?"
All of a sudden, the white haired teen tensed up. Spectra noticed this, but didn't say a word. She merely waited patiently for him to respond. Which he did after almost half a minute.
"Uh... well... someone knocked me out cold while I was distracted and they ended up taking me away to be... you know."
"Why would they do that to you?"
He paused briefly.
"Revenge."
"Revenge?" repeated the red-head confused. "You did something that made someone want to kill you? Somehow I can't picture that in my head seeing how much of a gentleghost you are."
Danny half-smiled briefy.
"Thanks, but the truth is, people I was close to did something to the person that killed me. Because of that, I was used as a way to get back at them."
"That's awful...!" Spectra gasped after hearing that. "Its one thing to go after the person you're angry with! Its another to torture an innocent cutie-pie because of affiliation! I hope whoever did this to you gets exactly what they deserve!"
The ghost boy didn't want to dwell any longer on the subject of his demise so he decided to shift the spotlight from him.
"Speaking of demises, didn't you say you were poisoned?"
Not expecting the question, Spectra blinked.
"That? Oh it's embarrassing really. A couple came to me for counselling regarding their marriage. I was completely professional about it and gave them by the book advice. Almost a month later, I find out from them over the phone that they were in the process of divorcing and would no longer be in need of my services. Not a full week later, the wife stops by my office with a bottle of champegne. Apparently, she wanted to thank me for helping her see the truth about her husband. I didn't want to accept the gift at first but the woman insisted so much I couldn't refuse. When I had, she practically begged me to try it right away. Seeing that my schedule was clear, I saw no reason why I couldn't have a cup or two. After downing close to a small portion of the bottle I knew something was wrong when I felt weak in the head and knees. As soon as my vision fazed in and out, I collapsed to the floor barely conscious. I asked the woman for help but she spat in my face and said it was what I deserved for having an affair with her husband and breaking up their marriage. After that, I ended up as the ghost you see before you today."
"What?" uttered Danny in disbelief. "She killed you because she thought her husband was cheating on her with you?"
"Yes."
"Why would she think that?"
The red head fixed her gaze on her nails.
"I don't know. Maybe she saw a gorgeous independent woman and became jealous of her good looks and charming success?"
Studying her odd behavior, a suspicion soon crossed Danny's mind.
"She was telling the truth... wasn't she?"
"Oh darn, I almost forgot I had a few errands to run," muttered Spectra turning about to fly towards the exit.
"Spectra."
The red head halted her movement as she let out a sigh before turning to face the teen.
"Fine... I may have... involved myself with her husband behind her back..." admitted Spectra before defending herself with, "But I only did it after he said he was completely through trying to fix his marriage!"
"You sure?" Danny raised a brow.
"Cross my heart and hope to... well you get the picture."
The ghost boy displayed somewhat of a stern expression.
"I believe you. But I am disappointed. You could have at least waited until after they were divorced to date the man."
At that, Spectra frowned as her head went down in shame.
"You're right. If I had, I probably wouldn't have ended up here in the Ghost Zone. Maybe I got what I deserved."
Upon hearing that, Danny immediately responded, "You're wrong."
Surprised, the red head picked her head up again.
"I am?"
"Nobody has the right to kill another person," reinforced the ghost teen with firm conviction. "Even if someone made a mistake or did something to make them angry, its wrong."
"But... I knew what I was doing and did it anyway."
"It doesn't matter. Killing is wrong period."
"You're... serious aren't you?"
"Dead serious. No pun intended."
After saying that, Danny floated down to the control panel and undid the adjusted gravity.
Spectra landed with a puzzled expression while staring at him. When she had made up her mind, she said, "I was going to wait until you were done showing me around but I think now is a good time."
The ghost teen turned.
"A good time for what?"
The read head approached him and pulled out a what appeared to be cell phone before holding it out to him with a smile.
"This is my realm-warming gift to you."
"Oh," blinked Danny taking the present. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. I already saved all of our phone numbers in it. Also, feel free to contact me anytime you feel like chatting. No matter what it is, you can talk to me about anything."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"I wish I could stay for the complete tour but I have things to take care of. I hope you understand."
"I do," replied Danny. "And thanks again for the gift."
With a goodbye wave exchange, the red head made her way towards the exit and out of the area.
Danny stared at the phone in his hand for a few seconds before putting it away and checking out what other idiosyncrasies the area had.
On her flight away from the Space Station of a home, Spectra thought, "(He's definitely not like other ghosts I've come across. Its like there's not an ounce of malevolence in him. Which is odd considering how he ended up here. If I didn't know any better I'd say he wasn't a ghost at all. Its like he's human.)"
Then she smirked.
"(Regardless, its only a matter of time before Cutie Pie's all mine.)"