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Post by Oka Ace on Aug 5, 2009 1:46:30 GMT -5
Post in this topic when you want to show what your character does while not on a mission. I might throw in some vampire attacks and Aliens getting revenge like the chibi alien for example in here from time to time. So don't let your gaurd down.
If you get attacked don't worry just fight the way you would in a mission. You could also run. A smart thing to do is to wear your suit when off duty.
So yeah build some side stories. This topic gets locked when a mission starts.
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Post by Sykee on Aug 7, 2009 15:31:23 GMT -5
I think a single board offers our characters to interact when NOT in the Gantz room. I like a single one rather then personal ones.
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Post by Oka Ace on Aug 7, 2009 16:11:43 GMT -5
Yeah the point of it is to interact with other people. Thats why it's just one topic. You can post what your character does and someone can respond with thiers and so on. Also Alien and vampires attack in topics unexpectedly.
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Post by DawgX on Aug 17, 2009 21:00:21 GMT -5
With that the black ball shut off. All was quiet.
"Guys im..leaving now." Jiro said. He walked into the kitchen to get his things. He looked up at his teammates.
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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Aug 17, 2009 21:35:05 GMT -5
Jin didn’t like the feeling that pegged him. It sprouted from his suspicions, but he pushed it aside for now. Like, Jiro ignoring the kid’s question. Odd. The detective stared at the ball. Just ten points? I know I killed one of those fuckin’ things, and harmed another. The ‘next time’ tagged on his points ensured that they’d be back in the same room again, possibly with the same people. He wished he was simply dreaming the entire thing up, but he was smarter than that.
He’d go into the hallway where he stashed his gear and instead of shedding the skin-taut suit he’d just put his clothing over it, putting his personal affects into his trench coat’s pocket. He put back the gun, but stared at the sword. He’d stash that, too, into his coat.
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Post by Sykee on Aug 17, 2009 22:36:28 GMT -5
Sayomi had been staring at the ball for a moment. She didn't consider the situation now that she could go home. Or rather, not go home. "Yeah, me too.." Sayomi mumbled and made her way towards the bedroom she had dressed in. She was surprised to see that her clothes dry. Quickly stripping her suit off, Sayomi returned her formerly soppy wet clothes back onto her body. Giving herself a sniff, she smelled like ocean. Hoping no one would notice, she walked back into the main Gantz room and left her suit in front of the transporting demon ball. " So I just leave it here then?" Not really getting an answer she simply stalks back and pockets the x-gun she had used for the mission.
Sayo started to slowly make her way to the door. "Byyyee..". She really didn't want to leave. Sayomi was afraid. Once she left, she would have to duck out of cover. Maybe even leave the city. Naturally the young woman would have to call her Dad. That would be the first thing. She couldn't use her cell phone because it sank when she was held under. Sayomi would also have to switch schools. Osaka was a big place, she could easily move across the city and be in a whole different town. Perhaps that's just what she would have to do. First thing was first. She had to get into her old house and grab up the stuff she packed up and skip the area. But quite frankly she was afraid about it.
Sayomi left the apartment building that Gantz was apparently using. She stopped in front of the street and wondered for a moment what she could do. She had enough to buy a room for a couple days, but she'd need her dad to send her more money. Sayomi had saved what the had made while working for the Yakuza, she could use what was in her bank account too. Pausing the young woman bit her thumb nail. Dakou Sayomi was starting to regret that she had lived.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Aug 17, 2009 23:13:52 GMT -5
Takao was really just stunned about what just happened. As everyone left, he decided to tail the girl.
As he caught up to her downstairs he asked with a stammer
"Uh, so do you got a place to stay? I-I mean we all came here on different circumstances and i just happen to live alone... so what do you say? If you are not welcome back where you live you can come with me..."
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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Aug 17, 2009 23:26:12 GMT -5
The cop had caught a glimpse of her leaving, and again, that feeling pegged him. A cop’s gut feeling wasn’t something to be ignored. So, after giving the ball a look over, he parted from the apartment and went the same path as the girl and would only meet up at the street, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He glanced to the boy whom followed, lofting a brow.
He had to drop by his hotel room, later, but for the moment, he had no where to go. Hell, he knew his brother would be ransacking his room. He didn’t have the key on his person anymore, so he had room to assume it was his estranged brother, or his Yakuza-related friends, that did. He might have lost his money, and lost his life once to them, but it won’t happen again. Not by their hands–or gantz for that matter. He’d just . . . have to get his points up to a hundred, for whatever reason that the ball wanted them to. It . . . was like a game, a course in the academy.
"Got a room for three people, or what?" He shot a look at the kid, frowning some. He doubted. Japan apartments were small, and all.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Aug 18, 2009 1:20:52 GMT -5
Takao was surprised by the detective.
"uH sure. I have a two bedroom deluxe. (size of a american apartment) it has an extra bed and a couch."
takao looked down. it was the only thing that was left by his mom besides money. she was out somewhere fooling around with some guy. he felt kinda depressed.
"sooo, uh do you wanna stay too?"
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Post by Sykee on Aug 18, 2009 1:58:58 GMT -5
Sayomi turned to Takao. His question left her baffled and slightly flushed. The young woman had been around people who could be considered monsters for so long, that she hadn't had a kind person be..well..kind to her for a long time. "Stay at your place with you? Sayomi turned to face Takao just as Jin was walking up to the pair on the street.
This was a generous offer. In fact it was perfect. She literally had no place to go and Takao was being offering. Sayomis eyes flutters as she blinked free of her thoughts. "Uh, yeah! I'd love to stay with you. Thank you so much!." It had a been the first time in a long time where she had thanked anyone or their kind gesture.
Turning to look at Jin, she was kind of glad and a little suspicious about his staying. Mostly because she had been taught to distrust cops. But at the same time recent months she had come to trust them. Up until she died that was. Tossing back her auburn hair she put her hands behind her back and waited for the go ahead to follow Takao.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Aug 18, 2009 2:30:12 GMT -5
Takao was happy. A childish smile appears on his face.
"So, uh Jin...are you coming or not."
He doesn't wait for a reply and already starts walking home with Sayomi in tow. He rubbed his eyes. He still hasn't slept for a while and he was just tired. The first thing he would do is go home, change, make dinner (sukiyaki), lay out sayomi's bed, then go, sneak in to school and get his normal clothes from his pool locker.
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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Aug 18, 2009 2:50:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, I need a place to stay. My hotel room isn't safe more or less."
He followed, a bit irked by Takao's lack of patience but he shrugged it off. He'd remove his hands from his pockets and scoped for his pack of cigs. He'd put one between his lips, shoving the pack into his trench and went about to look for a light.
"You did great today, Takao. Same for you, Sayomi." He would've attacked more if he knew what he was doing. But, could anyone really blame him? He got abducted minutes after his death to an unfinished apartment complex in Osaka. He had been killed by his brother, and his friends, and robbed of both money and the key to his hotel. All he could really fix on was his family and staying alive - not charging in to lose a limb, or even their 'new lives.'
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Aug 18, 2009 3:08:53 GMT -5
The three arrive at takao's apartment. It was decent sized with AC and nice Tv and clean large rooms. Takao's bedroom was the closest to the entrance, Sayomi's one is next to him and the rooms are facing the couch, living room, bathroom and kitchen. Each room and the bathroom had working locks.
Takao's room had tons of books, manga, and school supplies. Sayomi's room had a bed, closet, with nothing in it, and a dresser with mirror, again empty. It was clean. The living room had a table on the floor, a couch, a flatscreen tv and a computer. The bathroom had a washing machine, shower, sink w./soap, and toilet.
Takao welcomes everyone in. He lays out sets of blankets, towels, and bathrobes.
"sorry but i don't got clothes for either of you... so you might need to buy... i mean i got shirts but they might not fit..."
He goes into his room changes out of the suit, puts on normal clothes. Lastly he goes under his bed and takes out a box with 5 spare keys in it. He goes and hands one to the two guests along with toothbrushes.
"You probably need these."
He Prepares a sukiyaki dinner for 3 and tells the others to go eat and shower.
He then goes and gets the mail.
NOthing was that intresting so he just brought in the bills and newspaper.
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Post by Sykee on Aug 18, 2009 6:27:04 GMT -5
Sayomi tugged at her shit. She felt weird in her clothes considering they had dried after being wet by the ocean. White salt build up had caked on the wrinkles and she stilled smelled like sea weed. Her hair, she hadn't noticed, was oily from sweat (no doubt due to the mission) and was a bit on the wild side from lack of combing. Needless to say, Sayomi wasn't feeling very pretty. So as she followed Takao around his apartment, she was glad to see that his bathroom was as welcoming as any. Sayomi actually felt safe in a house of two men. One a detective, and the other a high school boy, that already proven himself by killing the massive monster creature.
Following Takao around his apartment as he explained things, she made note that she could at the least cook and clean for him until she could find a job nearby to pay for her staying with him. Thanking him for the room, and helping him with Jins bedding, Sayomi follows into the living room. Feeling like she's imposing, she kind of did a quick walk around the area before entering the kitchen and helping Takao with making dinner.
"I'll clean and cook for you since you're letting me stay with you. Okay?" She mentioned, and then returned to a slight awkward and modest silence.
The spare key and tooth brush was kind of touching. Taking both to her room, Sayomi decided she wanted to clean up. Stripping down to the robe she was given she padded to the washroom and put the only clothes she had into the washer. Sayomi made sure to announce she was going to use the shower, and wouldn't be long to both Jin and Takao. Takao was going out to check his mail anyway, and Jin was an older man who probably wouldn't take a second glance at Sayomi. So she felt safe.
Making sure not to take long showing and rinsing, Sayomi slowly sank into the bath afterwords to soak and relax. It felt as if her muscles just set free from being tense for the first time since the day before. Sayomi twisted her hair up and used a pen to hold it place while she sank back against the tubs wall. The young woman still needed to call her father and transfer to a new school. Blinking at an idea, Sayomi figured she would just follow Takao to whatever school he went to and just transfer there. There, she had a plan. All she needed now was to go gather up her clothing and bring it here.
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Post by DawgX on Aug 18, 2009 12:50:25 GMT -5
(Halo, Jiro wears a mask. No one knows the killers real identity. Oh and Takao and Sayomi can go to the school Jiro works at. Takao could just have never notice Jiro. Italics is the people on the news.)
Jiro found himself back in his one bedroom apartment. He didnt bother talking to the others about what had just happend during the mission. He was almost glad he wasnt with those insignificant fools at the moment. Except Sayomi. He found himself thinking about her as he stripped his suit and clothes off. He through them on his couch and walked over to his frig.
Jiro lived in a decent sized one bedroom apartment. His bedroom was near the back of the apartment. His kitchen was located near the entrance and his bathroom was located on the other side of the kitchen. Closing the refrigerator, Jiro noted he didnt have a chance to buy groceries. He usually goes to the corner store after school and his raping sessions. But since he died that wasnt the case. Jiro walked into his living room and plopped himself on the couch wearing nothing but a shirt and undergarments.
He reached over for his suit and smelled it. "So that..whatever we did IS real..." he said. He put his suit to the side and turned the TV on to the news. The news was just coming on.
Good Evening. I am Inoue Megumi for the *insert Japanese news station here* reporting. The killings of innocent girls is still under heavy investigation. Police say that the murderer-rapist wears a condom so he doesnt leave any DNA samples, he always only kills them after school is out.
Jiro laughed. The fools. 2 years doing this and he still hasnt been caught.
In other news. Police say- what? Whats that? Megumi seemed to become distraught. My God..
Jiro leaned foward.
There seems to have been an accident at the Osaka Megamall.. hundreds of people were killed when the mall collapsed, police say. They say most of the civilians are dead. Heres live footage-
The screen switched to what looks like a helicopter view of the mall. The top part of the mall was caved inwards. People were running around outside like little ants and plumes of dust filled the streets.
Jiro watched with his mouth agaped. There was no doubt about it. Just 30 minutes ago he was in that mall fighting for his life along with Jin, Takao and Sayomi. Jiro put down his remote and walked into his bathroom to clean off the incidents of the day.
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