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Reiku sighed as he coudn't get any one on the brdige. Then he remember there was a radio in the loudary room. He hoped that some one was there hopefully quinn. " Hey any one in there it's me reiku hello??? " He yelled into the link.

"Damn this single line." DeMi was still on the ship's bridge, talking about LFOs & how he would have his if he could, then some punk named Reiku decides to call & then Quinn once again gave him his daily dose of stupid. "Quinn! Reiku! Get your asses off the phone, I'm talkin' here!" He yelled at them. Unfortunately the line could only hold so many people. So the person he was talking to (of all the luck on the Ragnarök) got cut off. "Quinn, use your brain & speak some god damn english for once!"

Dominic's eye brow started twitching as not to far away from it the phone began to crack. "Giving me an order?" The cracks started to get bigger & bigger before he slammed down the phone onto its receiver. "Telling me to shut up?! That's it Riku! You're staying outside!"


Dominic used the force get out of the chair & over to the launch bay controls. He had the manual still with him & looked up how to lock it. So with a few pages turned, & a few buttons pressed the launch bay was locked.

Feeling satisfied with locking the dog out, he felt in need of a reward for his small feat. A snack sounded nice, so that was where he went. On his way down, Dominic put away the manual on the inside of his hoodie, like a jacket as you would think, but no, this was a hoodie. A hoodie that he was meant to wear. Why him? Because it was a custom made one for his size & body type only. Any more questions? No, then good.

He'd had enough. He was tired of lying around, going nowhere as everything else passed him by. A world was out there that would have more use of him--here, he was no longer needed. He had dawdled long enough; now the time had come.

His heavy boots, loudly clanging against the metallic plating, echoed off the walls around him as they pulled him toward his destination. The corridors seemed endless; he would be glad to be rid of them. At every door, he could hear the ramblings of people he had come to know over the past few months. At every turn, he cursed their existence.

The ship was still a mess. Disorganized, tattered--broken, out of order. As much time as the team spent planning their next destination, one would have thought that they could have perhaps cleaned up the vessel once or twice from bow to stern. Nonetheless, as much as these thoughts proliferated in his mind, he tried to put them behind him; they would soon be of no use, nothing but empty cargo, a cumbersome and inappropriately-sized suitcase with no contents.

No, he would take the least amount of baggage with him this time. This flight was not going to have a return trip--and even if it did, he would rather his ticket rot in his pocket.

He paused in front of the cafeteria briefly and looked in with a solemn expression. The kitchen had always seemed spartan, but now it seemed like a barren wasteland. Not a being stirred inside. It looked abandoned. He bowed his head and continued on his way, moving slightly faster than before.

Finally, the cargo bay doors were in sight. His eyes gave it a hard look--no harder than the doors themselves--and reached for the button to the side. The doors shuddered and sighed, seeming to grant him entry with a mournful tone.

The floors were wet; someone must have been cleaning his LFO. His boots skimmed through the liquid and brought him to the center of the room. On the left side, he spotted the refboard he wanted. Black with a green trim. He had always liked that board, but he never got an opportunity to ride it. Now he would make it up to the device. He wrestled it from the stand and dragged his sleeve along its surface, reducing the water upon the instrument to thin trails that glimmered brightly under the cargo bay lights.

Next, he donned his goggles and tightened his hood, his mouth neither smiling or grimacing, giving simply the look of someone who had lost care for levity long ago. Beneath him was the airlock panel for refboard launching; it opened with a whirr on his command, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of rushing air. Before his mind could object, his feet brought him down and out of the ship.

He continued to sail toward the ground in the same position he had fallen from the ship, standing unwaveringly straight, like a missile on its final descent. He refused to look back at the ship. Whether out of symbolism or infuriation, he could not say, nor would he have. The thoughts filled his mind again.

Once he judged himself to be at a reasonable height, he shifted his weight and brought his board beneath him. Both boots set themselves on the black exterior, left on the back and right on the front.

Then horror stuck.

In an instant, he felt his right boot, slick with water, lose its grip on the board and fling itself out beneath the device. The trapar kicked in as soon as his hand grabbed the front of the board, causing his left foot to apply the pressure that sent the instrument above him. His fingers strained to hold on, but despite how white their tips got, they were no match for the waves. His heart had stopped several seconds ago.

He watched the board shoot out a blast of trapar before giving out and falling with him. It had moved too far away to be salvaged. It spun and flipped as taunting him, telling him that it was some kind of morbid joke that the crew had played on him.

Through the goggles, he saw the ship still above him, shrinking by the second. He refused to look at what lay at the end of gravity's pull; there was nothing he could do from this height.

Someone... save me.

With his mouth half-open, eyes half-closed, the Ragnarok disappeared from view.

His body collided with the cold and unyielding ground and moved no more.

((That's because DeMi did a fubar & called Dominic DeMi instead, & realized it afterwards, now he will be called Domanic as if nothing had ever happened like that.))

Unfortunately to his knowledge, there was no strip club. Which was weird that she would suspect Quinn doing that instead of Domanic. No instead Domanic was in the kitchen, avoiding the traps as best he could & eating bare-handedly out of the fridge. The one particular thing he was eating was a chunk of ham & a part of a jug so that the hole would be bigger. Dear god could he eat when he was pissed.....Maybe kayako likes guys with apatites....Who knows?

As Ryouki meandered around trying to find the infirmary, Rain was starting to stir in his arms. Due to his frantic manner, he probably didn't notice that she was waking up. At first the girl was a little dazed. Her eyelids opened half way and the optical features they covered began to rove about. Rain had no idea where she was and the looking around was to try and figure that out.

At one point her eyes fell upon the face of Ryouki. Once she noticed who that was and that the walls were moving past him from her point of view, she realized that he was carrying her. Due to the nature of girls, once in awhile they will blush from certain circumstances, and right now that was true for Rain.