Uncle Sam wants YOU! [OPEN]

A teenage human girl paced up and down the hallway. How could she just sit around and do nothing? She wouldn’t, no couldn’t, do that. She fiddled with a bandaged hand. She hoped the cuts the glass gave her healed soon. Every step sent small pulses of pain along her nerve cells to her brain. But she couldn’t just sit around and wait for the others to get back. Something was just telling her she had to go after them. Her glasses lens turned reflective on the inside to show her worried eyes. Her worried, burgundy eyes. She had woken up this morning and her eyes had gone to this color. She found it humorous that her eye color now matched her glasses rims. Today she was wearing a white hooded t-shirt, a black pair of skinny jeans, and black boots. She also was wearing a burgundy hat and a black collar with a silver bell, which made her feel sort of like a cat. Though a question was, were was the metal collar that Lizard Man had put on her? Currently sitting on the dresser in her Apartment room. Last night, when she was cutting her hair to get rid of the black streaks, she was glaring at the collar in her mirror. That’s when her glasses asked if she wished to have to lock removed. The answer was yes, no hesitation whatsoever. Her glasses found out what kind of locking system it had, hacked into the nearest surveillance device, got Kargagna’s voice saying the password, and replayed it out loud. Simple as that. And then the clothes she was wearing were sitting on her dresser next to the collar in the morning. Probably Bianca and her creepiness again.

“Cheryl!” And speak of the devil. The teen looked over her shoulder at the toddler walking towards her. “Use your glasses and call Jinx at 1024-3457-9982. She’ll get you a spaceship you can use to go after the others. Though you probably should get some of the others to come, you know, for company or something of the sort.” Cheryl sighed, “Okay then.” Her glasses were already contacting the Ilet princess. “Hello?” chimed a girl on the other end. “Jinx, this is Cheryl and Bianca. Care to get us a spaceship?” There was a pause and the human thought Jinx would say no. There was a sigh, “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as possible. What about the collars, though?” A slight smile twitched onto her lips. “They won’t be a problem.” Bianca sat down beside the wall and watched Cheryl, like she was waiting for something. That’s right, other people. Her glasses sent a little message to all the monitors in the Apartments. Tristan came out right afterward and stood around with a questioning look, but he didn’t say anything.

OOC: Umm. . .fail much? XD

"Oh, lookie here." came the flamboyant voice of D. Loki. Within his mind, Loki was brooding. It was boring to be locked in eternal darkness. He found it nothing like Dante had described. Instead, it was peaceful. Giving him time to think, but he couldn't really concentrate on anything around him. But what D. Loki had just pointed out intrigued him. Something on what looked like a flat screen TV embedded into the wall. A monitor. Or that's what the gossip in the apartments called it. It seemed like an idiotic name for something so complicated yet so incredible. A message displayed on the wall. It said to meet downstairs... Strange. Both of the boys knew that it couldn't possibly be anyone from UWUC they usually tried to stay away from the human apartments, not wanting to disturb their peace. The collars were the only thing preventing them from running off. "Ooo. Sounds like a party, we're going." More of a statement than a question but Loki truly had no choice in the matter as D. Loki scampered out of their room and out into the hall.

He knew for certain that his body would be worse for wear when he got back. His tongue still often bled from the way his piercings had been ripped out, but he doubted D. Loki even acknowledged the pain. Scampering downstairs, Loki wished he had the will to turn back, but even his mind wasn't prepared enough to combat himself. D. Loki was everything he was, and probably more. Being the ageless demon that he was. D. Loki's figure, wearing a dark black and slightly moody dress shirt. Over that was a deep red best. Mixed in with an orange clip on tie. D. Loki's hair touched his neck, and with the 'classy' look that skinny jeans gave him, he was quite the dashing figure. If it wasn't for that hat. On his head was a black sock cap. On it was a life like eyeball that stared at everyone he passed by, moving around as if it sense the people around. The cap came over his eyebrows but just above his eyes. Giving him an even darker look.

Giving a courteous by to the assembled two, a baby and boy. He moved on down the line, until he stood face to face with Cheryl. Removing his atrocious cap and casting it aside. He gripped the girls smooth hand in his and kissed it. "My beauty. Your message was much waited upon." Loki almost felt like barfing, but by the thoughts going through D. Loki's head, he was enjoying ruining Loki's whole image.

FAIL

At first glance, Cheryl didn’t realize who it was. But then she remembered the guy from last night. Except he was. . .different today. And a chip was taken off her positive side of her mood when he abruptly kissed her hand. She frowned, removed her hand from his, and took a step back. And not one of those baby steps, either. “Well let’s see if anyone else will arrive, shall we?” A faint tinkling noise rung in her head. Wait, not tinkling, laughing. She looked a Bianca out of the corner of her eye but the toddler was just looking at them with no expression. But that didn’t mean she knew she wasn’t laughing. But then Tristan stood up and apologized, “Sorry but I just remembered about something.” As in Bianca told him about what was going on and he decided he’d stay here. Why? Because there was a certain thing he couldn’t leave.

OOC: My muse is failing :I

The door to room 201 crashed to the floor with a resounding 'BOOM!', sending up a puff of dust around the heavy metal. "Whoops." Came a voice from behind the door frame. The figure belonging to the voice had a grin on her face as she walked over to pick it up. "Gotta stop doing that..." She muttered as she leaned it against the wall. She didn't know why the room had been bombed - *coughCherylcough* - but she didn't really mind. She'd expected a lot worse from an alien housing agency, or whatever the hell this was.

Evanescence, or Nessa, as most people called her, was wearing a normal - for her, at least - outfit. She threw together an outfit just before she left the room. Today's mix-and-match consisted of a torn denim skirt, black cut out leggings, and fluorescent-pink-and-highlighter-blue high tops. Her top was a black tee with a white bleeding heart at the center and grey-white abstract patterns surrounding it. The shirt sported the band's name - Twisted Sanctity - in blood-red Algerian-style type on a frayed white banner.

On her right arm was a hot pink linen arm warmer - torn in some places - with a kitten-skull type thing on the back of the hand. Her left arm had on a black-and-white-striped fingerless-glove-looking arm warmer with a silver chain hanging off the back. Her earrings? A silver stud and a rubber spikeball in each. The thing with Nessa was that she could throw anything in her closet together and make it match. And even if it didn't... well, she didn't really care anyways.

She trotted down the hall, heading for the stairs. In the reflective material, she saw herself with the one thing she didn't choose as a part of her outfit; a metal collar. It was chunky, weird, and... actually blended in pretty well with her outfit. If it wasn't an alien restraining device, it would be pretty cool. Her face breaking out into another grin, she flew down the stairs, jumping the last five for each set.

The girl was about to pass the second floor, but she noticed that there were several people there. There were two - no, three - boys and two girls. One of the girls was very short, and her face revealed that she was no more than five years old, possibly younger. She recognized the other girl to be Cheryl, who she'd only seen a few times and heard about alot. So she breezed in and waved to the group. "Yo." She greeted them. "Whatcha guys doin' here?"

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The noise woke Kaira up. She was wearing an outfiit that her roleplayer was too lazy and tired to describe, with the same collar as everyone else... except for--

"Cheryl!" The brunette exclaimed. "How'd you get that collar off?" Then, as if just registering the fact that there were others there, she gave a tiny wave. "Hi..." She didn't know anyone there except for Cheryl and Bianca. She could have sworn she'd seen the other people before, but maybe just didn't hang out with them before the Len incident.

Or maybe she was still a bit hungover.

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I am SO FRICKEN' MUSELESS. Homework has me drained.

As if for the first time, D. Loki noticed the other two members of this little... group. He wasn't sure what to call it really. Either Cheryl was stealing ideas from Game, or just plain pissed that she hadn't been the one to save her little friend. But he guessed he owed her something, for the little present she had given him. Freedom from the collar. Though, he had already been looking for a way to get it off himself. He ignored the girl Cheryl for now, either she was new to any type of flattery, or a lesbian. The latter seemed more plausible. And then two girls seemed to spring from nowhere. D. Loki didn't know any of their names, thanks to that outcast Loki. He could only make a short and fairly regal boy before assuming his position slumped against the wall. Trying his best to look as cool as possible.

OOC: It's the morning. I'm tired. I have no muse. WORST POST I EVER MADE!

The look of what could be called rejection was on the guy’s face, Loki she believed was his name. The life of love was such a complex waste of time. It’s why Cheryl stayed out of it. Almost everyone cheats on the ‘love of their life’ sometime or another. Human nature could be so. . .well the human nature had a lot of words to describe it, some good but mostly bad. Love was just a word that got tossed around too much to be of significance. How could one say ‘I love you’? Love is all in your head and is an image so easily shattered but just as easy to put up. Putting that must effort to work on that was pointless and stupid. With all those lies revolving around these things, you’d think humanity would have given up on it long ago. But that was another part of the human nature. No one was perfect though, she knew she had faults, but you’d think the problem would have gotten better after more generations of mistakes. But the problem had been getting worse, for no one ever looked at their mistakes for answers to the same problem. History was always bound to repeat itself sometime.

A loud noise echoing through the apartments snapped Cheryl out of her mind and back into the physical world. There was a girl that she hadn’t seen before, well in person. She had used her VIZOR system to learn the names and pictures of all the humans she didn’t know. Easier to address people and cut off wasted time exchanging names. She preferred to be called Nessa, if she recalled correctly. Ah, and there came in Kaira, someone who had been there on the failed Len attempt. Finally, someone noticed her collar was gone. Well first person to verbally say it. Someone else probably noticed it was gone. Like Bianca for instance, in all her ‘three steps ahead of you’ tendency. Probably less noticeable, though, since she had another collar on. “Oh, that’s something I wanted to bring up Kaira. Getting these stupid collars off is probably something in the back of everyone’s minds. But there is another matter to attend to as well. Just wait another minute or two for others.”

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The little girl by the wall was enjoying the thoughts running through Cheryl’s head. What a beautiful rant on ‘love’. Though Bianca hated that it ended. She could sit there and listen to an inner Cheryl rant anytime. But as Cheryl’s thoughts simplified she noticed there was a bunch of thoughts going on, in the background behind her filter. Not to mention they were all coming from one person. Loki does have superhuman intelligence so he would think many things at once. But they were different than what she remembered them as. Actually, he had a slightly changed air about him. And in all of those thoughts, there was a lower buzzed one that had a different tone. It allowed her to close in on it, but with strain. And there was the Loki she recalled. In the process she had got several other snips of thoughts. There was one about Cheryl being a lesbian, which she nearly died of laughter from, on the inside of course. She couldn’t think straight with all those thoughts trying to break through her filter so she got out of his mind to ponder of her intriguing find. Multiple personality disorder, perhaps? It didn’t seem like a normal case, for they seemed to be internally conversing with each other. She’d have to look into this later. But for now, to mess with the teenagers. “Loki, stop sulking at Cheryl’s rejection and you better be glad she can't read minds. Nessa, you should really fix that blown off door. Kaira, well I really have nothing to say to you sadly. I was enjoying myself over here.”

OOC: MUSE! 8D

Oooh my good! I'm gonna diiie! The groan went through Ronny's mind feebly as he trudged down the hall, his feet scraping at the floor. He was tired, so fantastically tired. He didn't get to sleep last night, or the night before that because of him! Her. It! It was all of them! All night in his head, not allowing him to sleep. How could he not be able to sleep? He thought to himself all the time and often drifted off in the middle of it. Why was this so different? He tried to suppress his thoughts, trying not to provoke it into more of its challenging conversation starters, always question him and making him doubt the very existence of the air in front of him.

He hardly had the energy to concentrate on what was real and what wasn't at the moment, less energy to concentrate on the voice, even less to pay attention to where he was going. He was moving mechanically now, controlled by God-knows-what since he didn't even know where he was going. He'd, on the rare occasion, listened to the voice. It told him to leave the room and go the Room of Meeting. He had no idea where that was an didn't argue, he couldn't. He was virtually asleep as he walked to his unknown destination. Whenever he saw a dream come on it was blocked by some separate force and he was forced to make out the things in front of him, constantly being told: "It's the day, the day is for activity. Be active!" in an increasingly angered tone. He just wanted to sleep for a while... that was all. Couldn't they do this later? "Absolutely not." Okay. Okay. He didn't want to put it up for discussion, and a happy feeling seemed to go off in his head, one that was eerily satisfied.

No motivation to ponder this.

He didn't know how long it was, but eventually he came to a door, a small group kind of hanging in and out. Loki was there and then... Lobo and... other people. Ah! Just people! Who cared for the count? He leaned on the wall of the door, happy he was finished moving and coming under the impression that it was now okay to doze off, which he was effectively reminded that it wasn't since he was forced awake a second later. What was doing that? Ugh.

"Present," he managed to say groggily, already starting to drift away.

'Little Bianca, so naive. As if I'd be in the very least disappointed in that whores rejection.' D. Loki replied to Bianca. Blotting out any words that the true Loki might be saying by overriding it with various thoughts of math problems on the level of an expert mathematician. 'I'd expect a demon to have less emotions, especially ones on love', spoke Loki. D. Loki just shook his head, walking towards the girl known as Bianca. D. Loki placed a palm on the three to four year old girl's shoulders and lifted her up with ease. Cradling her in his arms. "So cute... You just wanna snap her neck!" said D. Loki, his face peeling into a vicious grin that spread from ear to ear. An echoing laughter coming from inside of him. 'With out a feeling of love, no one would have accomplished anything in this horrible world of ours, now would it? Love for humanity, brought you here. Love for ones country, gave us rockets, and now... Love for Len is about to send us on an adventure, won't it?' he responded to Loki, who only grumbled noiselessly.

Cheryl’s attention went to Loki as he said something about snapping a neck. Bianca was just messing around and that’s how Loki replied?! She clenched her hand into a fist but what came next stopped her. A cute smile inched its way across the toddler’s face and her eyes lit up. Even though on the outside she looked like a sweet, innocent little girl you couldn’t see the inside. Her expression inside was boiling with anger and it was the complete opposite of ‘sweet’ and ‘innocent’. She sweetly replied with sugar-coating, “Aww, that’s no fun. Where’s the torturing add up into that?” That’s when her face turned darker. Her smile went from sweet to spiteful and her eyes shone maliciously. “Oh, and please refrain from touching.” Just to prove that point she used telekinesis to throw Loki against the wall on the other side of the hallway.

Bianca went back over to her wall, her face still dark. "Cher Bear, get to talking. The Mutt will be here soon." Creepy as ever, just how you must like it, Cheryl thought somewhat directly to the other girl. "Alright, I am planning on taking a spaceship to outerspace. But doing it alone would be oh so boring." She paused to give a casual shrug. "And I know that you will want to get these collars off, a service I can provide. Who is willing to trade their company for a removed collar?" She looked everyone in the eyes, trying to read their expressions. Who would go and who would not?

And as if on cue, an Ilet jogged into the Apartment building. "Is everything ready?" Jinx asked, looking between Cheryl and Bianca. They still had all their collars on, so did Cheryl's way to get them off fail? But her eyes landed on the blonde human's collar. It wasn't metal and it had a bell. So she did get it off. There was something else off about her, but she couldn't place it.

'I'm out Loki!' said D. Loki mentally, as he felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. Loki gasped as he was thrown into the real world, instantly realizing that D. Loki didn't want to be there for a telekinetic toss through a wall. Gritting his teeth, Loki turned to the wall, moving so that his right foot hit the wall, while his left remained on the ground. His hand shot out, moving Bianca to block his crash against the wall. A baby with a face first collision into a wall? Not a good thing, but Loki acted on instinct alone. There wasn't time to figure out the consequences. Mentally he jotted down the fact that Bianca had the power of mind reading and telekinesis. He released the child as soon as his feet returned to solid ground, He rubbed at his head, that ached from the split second transformation. They really had to get into a rhythm with these things. 'Yeah, that'll show Bianca, now let me take control.' Loki leaned back against the wall, he had been previously standing against, before Bianca's assault.

'What and let you wreck me again? My tongues bleeding from where you ripped my piercings out, and this stupid tie is killing.' growled Loki pulling on his collar so that he could have some air. Before he knew it, Cheryl had launched into a supposedly inspiring speech. "Game already flew with his spaceship away." he spoke out loud, "And left you..." he said slowly. "Oh, I get it now," he said cursing his own slowness, "You're mad that you don't get to save your friend, Len. Though any smart person would have faith in the boy who went out of his way to do your bidding. And you get your cushy life here. You trusted him to make the spaceship, can't you trust him to save the girl, as well?" he asked. Knowing that he most sound really flip-floppy because of D. Loki, first he was all aboard, and now he was against Cheryl. "And the collars..." his own had been deactivated, using a set of rocks, hair pins, and a screw he had found on the ground. He only kept it on to, so that if Kargagna did come back, he would think he hadn't done anything to it at all. That and it provided a useful fashion statement.

Next came the Ilet Jinx. The girl was short. A runt. Unfit to be a princess and most likely not too bright either. He stopped, wondering what was going on. A princess arrives at the apartments, wishing to know if everyone was ready. And Cheryl had said something about a spaceship. Putting two and two together he realized that she was going to take a Royal Spaceship into space to do what Game already planned to do. This plan was full of holes, and wouldn't Jinx be arrested for helping the humans leave Sigma in storms, putting them in more danger. 'Lenina could really need to know that.' Loki shook his head at D. Loki's remark. He had nothing to gain from doing that. Except for maybe blackmail. But what did this Jinx character have that he needed? Wealth, he didn't want any money. Power, it only corrupted you. Popularity, ha! If he cared about any of that stuff he wouldn't be a super genius.

Ronny danced in euphoria, his consciousness barely above surface level, trying to keep itself from drowning in sweet dreams. He was prodded awake time and time again whenever he got too deep and as irritating as it was, he was glad. He was at least allowed some type of rest for the time being. He didn't even have to listen or pay even an ounce of attention to what was going on around him. He didn't know was said or who was there, but he was perfectly fine with that. As long as he had this short time to rest. "Just say what I say," the voice said to him smoothly, but hiding something that made his mind spark with dread before it was massaged down back to nothing. Whatever you say... He thought groggily. Hardly caring.

"Is that what this is about? To save that Len girl?" He asked on command. For a short time he thought about Game and how he thought he was actually dead, seeing his room in shambles and finding no sign of him. It was as if he decided to start the trip right in there instead of waiting outside to do it. He drifted off again, his dreams simply darkness now, his mind having not the energy or control to conjure something up to entertain him.

Cheryl opened her mouth but quickly closed it again. How to put this? Finally she got her words together. "Yes it is. I have a feeling that the others will need our help. I don't know why but it's a feeling." Just talking about it made her head throb a little. "I know it sounds like I don't trust them to bring Len back it's just. . .They may need some help getting it done." Her eyes squinted as the throbbing grew. Either she was getting a migrane or something was going wrong. "But it's your choice if you want to come. I'm not forcing anyone, just asking a question."

The black-haired toddler sat there and comptemplated what she wanted to do. Go with Cheryl and be rid of this cursed collar or stay and be cooped up. Ha! It was obvious. She was getting to be oh-so-bored here. "You can count me in, anything to get rid of this collar," she stated simply.

Ronny tried to process what was being said. Ship? Len? Game and company? So they were going out to do... something... in space... with Game and them? "No." The voice said quickly as he tried to run through his thoughts. "Space holds nothing of interest for us. Len is obsolete, unimportant. Game, Adailia, Cezar, Yin, Yang, Xeda," it paused, "temporary unimportance." Geez, it was like having a robot in his head. "Leave them. Now." But... this collar does get uncomfortable sometimes. "Do you want to sit on a spaceship again. Ride away without a clue as to where you were going?" Thinking about it made Ronny visible shudder, even waking him up a bit.

He hated it, he hated everything about being on that ship. During that times present it was only bad in the last year. Looking back, it was so horrible. He felt like a fool, being so happy, so enthusiastic. He felt somewhat tricked looking back on it. He never wanted to go on another ship again. He never wanted to have that drawn experience once again. How his peers would want to go on another one a second time, he didn't understand. "Do you want to go?" No. "Good."

There was a pause as Ronny's groggy mind tried to really decide what he wanted to do. This was pressing. To go on the trip and get the collar off or stay with it on. "Why would you want to go with her anyways? Cruel as the rocks of Greenland. Instead of helping her fellow man she'd bribe you just to try and undermine the ones who wanted to help her." The voice... It made it sound so... terrible, almost heartless. It couldn't have been that twisted. "Well?"

"I'm sorry," he finally said, "but... I just can't go," his voice was sincere, that one sentence able to break past his exhausted state. He left after that, not seeing much reason to stay. "Perfect." Ronny didn't reply. He was too eager to go to sleep.

My God, I'm museless.
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Nessa stared as stuff happened. And Kaira stared too, violet eyes wide. And then some other stuff happened and suddenly Ronny decided he wouldn't be going. "Why aren'tcha going?" Nessa asked. "I mean, you're here already. Come on, there's nothing to do here anyways." She added, subconsciously touching the metal collar around her neck with the tips of her fingers. She didn't know what the aliens would do to her if she didn't take it off, but in a way, she'd sort of grown accustomed to having it as a part of her everyday outfit.

"So, how are you going to take these collars off?" Kaira frowned. She'd tried to take it off, look for a button, a keyhole, anything. But it had all been in vain.

FAILPOST. T^T

"Though I hate to brag," which wasn't a total lie, but at this point it was impossible not too. "Getting the collars off is simple business. I've done it before, and I could do it again just as easy. Except, without having the possibility of dying a horrible death in space. You see, it all works on a trigger system. A verbal trigger system. Simple alien technology, though it's way ahead of anything us humans have ever seen. It requires a specific verbal command to get it to open, and for a failsafe, say if that person died or forget the trigger word, there is a keypad that can be opened through a series of loosening screws and bolts. This keypad has a certain code that needs to be matched, there are over one billion, six-hundred million, possibilities for this code. And I have narrowed it down to a science. The code is 91724413." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets calmly. Even though he had just given the humans a numerical code to freedom.

"I identified the number through a simple use of an alien coding method, that and trial and error. Using the alien code, the numbers spell out 'Galaxior'. Kargagna, or "Lizard Mans", species." he finished, not even breaking a sweat in this long winded story. A smile didn't even pass his lips at his triumph at figuring out the code and being able to use it in a real life method. It had been easy to say the least. Though he'd spent twelve hours on this little project. Most of it, being how to decipher the alien language and plugging in the code, and then just guessing and guessing and guessing. "Now, who wants to go into space?" A smile as rare as a blue moon spread across his face. As he looked at Cheryl and winked, though he'd deny it if anyone ever brought it up.

The toddler laughed, "Oh Cher Bear, you just got shown up." Bianca was even wondering if she should draw back her offer. She really didn't want to go to space with Cheryl. Nah, she just didn't want to be cooped up. "So Loki, you're now deliberatly trying to make everyone be against Cheryl, eh? I wonder why. . ." She stopped talking to actually speculate the reason to his actions.

All the French teenager could do was arch an eyebrow at the wink, shrug, and let out a slight sigh. Her eyes wandered to the ceiling. There was a crack in the material that seemed to glue her eyes to that spot. "Whatever, it's not important that anyone else comes. I was just asking, no harm done." Listening to herself, she couldn't believe the words came from her mouth. Usually she'd be furious with Loki. But after she had calmed down after Game left her, she just didn't act the same. Her temper was. . .in check. She didn't know why, but she was keen to find out. Maybe she was just facing life as it came. And how it liked to screw with everyone.

Fingers fiddled with the glasses on the blonde's face, her thoughts going deeper. She looked back down and voiced her opinion. "But you seem so Hell-bent to interfere. Care to enlighten me?"

Loki ignored the annoying pint-sized twerp, known as Bianca. It wasn't that he was trying to make everyone oppose Cheryl. It had just happened. He was only giving them options. With the same bored look in his eye, he wondered where his Inner Demon had placed his piercings, the holes were beginning to close already. And he bet that no alien on Sigma had the ability to pierce a hole through you, without killing you. Or even wanted to do it for a human. He looked at Cheryl with a slight frown. She was so indifferent, like she didn't care what was happening around her. Like she actually wanted to throw her life away. That's what happens when you give into your emotions, and begin to care for someone... he thought to no one in particular, but a reply came anyway. 'Ah, but isn't that the same as you and Seraphina? Or had you forgotten about your precious little sister.' He swallowed down his hatred.

"I only wish to give the other humans a choice. If they want to go into space it should be of their own free will, not because of a bribe. It's obvious that some of us," he said, making sure not to say 'I', "Don't care about Len. She was hardly even a friend And another point to make. You are one of the last humans alive, wouldn't it be better if you tried to stay alive?" He retorted. It seemed that the others only lived to be adrenaline junkies, a selfish act when you considered how many other lives were at stake. The human race couldn't die out, memories must be carried on, as well as traditions, and as though it might pain people to hear, death must also be carried on. So that the history of humanity would never die out. '... What are you expecting some slow claps mounting in a terrific standing ovation? I'm your only audience.'

Cheryl returned the frown and absorbed the words. "Ah, free will. Probably the biggest illusion ever thought up. Though I see what you mean. And even if Len wasn't a friend, she's still a human. Shouldn't she get the chance of survival?" The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a small smile. "Death, it's what ends the game of life. Life is supposed to through everything it has at you, it's the unspoken rules. Yet staying in a safe place like this, sheltered from the horror of the outside world. It's kind of like telling life you're going to play by your own rules. And isn't that such a selfish act?"

"Are you saying we should submit ourselves to death?" He asked, understanding Cheryl's argument, but still, it sounded as if she were on the edge, about to go suicidal. And that smile, it only made it worse. "Think about it this way. Len is superfluous. She's the hanger-on that's keeping us from surviving. Do we try and save her, thus dooming ourselves, or do we drop her, to save our own skins. Better to save one than let two die. And in this case, the stakes are much higher. The world is a selfish, unfair, and horrid place. And in this world, we must make due with what we have. Make wise decisions." he retorted, twisting away from the girl and beginning to walk away, as far as he was concerned this conversation/debate was over. It had been over from the very start.

"Just walk away then," Cheryl said with a smirk. Though she still had something to say to him. Her smirk was gone just as fast as it had appeared. "Who do you think you are to say if anyone dies? You're not God. No, your way of thinking is to selfish. Let someone else die so that you may live. It sickens me. Selfish bastard." She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow once more. "It's not surprising you chose flight over fight." Her smirk reappeared, just trying to disturb the hornet's nest.

Loki stopped suddenly, as he was compared to God himself. It was true, the arrogant boy did think of himself as sort of a God. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged as he was insulted yet again. “A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation, says Moliere.” And with that, he continued onward, disappearing up a staircase to leave the girl Cheryl and the Ilet Jinx to their devices. He didn't really care if they were heading into space, let them perish together.