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Post by DawgX on Sept 20, 2012 19:03:39 GMT -5
w3L(oM3 B@K The erratic, glitchy black sphere called forth its ragtag army of alien killers for another round, another war. It had been five days since the battle with the District 9 Aliens. Not even a whole week for the team to recover from the nightmares the Hunt gave them. The screams of mutations, the sounds of X-weapons going off, machines and alien weapons screeching and burning throughout the battlefield. But that was all in the past now and what matter was the now. Shez was the first to be summoned to the dimly lit apartment. This was his second mission, would it be his last? The beam began to draw another figure as the lone Shez moved out of the way. Tsukasa, who proved himself to be a tenacious Hunter, was finally drawn into the room. One of Gantz' favorite newcomers, Zenpai, was next who of course had a nice big hard on bulging through his suit. Ichirou stood there as his frame was fully drawn into the room. He looked around at who was there so far. Shez, Zenpai and Tsukasa. He frowned and walked to the back of the ball. Ichi leaned against the wall and sighed. "Damn. Hopefully we don't have any newcomers," Ichirou said. Takao was next to be beamed in along with his massive Z-Gun. The gashes, cuts and bruises were all healed as if he was never attacked by the Yakuza. He'd have a hard time explaining this to his girlfriend. The last of the Vets, Kyle, had been summoned. His life had changed ever since the Hunts and ever since he killed his murderer. A time had past. No one else was summoned and Ichirous' wish was looking hopeful. But suddenly the ball began to stir. Beams shot out the top of the ball and began to draw a female. She was plain looking with no distinguishing features that made her stand out. She looked around surprised before quickly pressing her back against the wall behind her. "Spoke to soon."Gantz drew in several more new members: Jean, Jun, Eddie and Yuuta thus ending the transfer. Ichirou sighed once more heavily. He had his work cut out for him.
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Post by Tame on Sept 21, 2012 6:07:13 GMT -5
Eddie's closed eyes blinked open as he felt light shine through his eyelids. What was going on? Like someone waking up and not remembering falling asleep, Eddie tried to recall what he had been doing. Oh yeah, he had been stabbed. And he remembered being slumped against the wall, and being so tired. He had felt lonely, and scared. But wait, that had only just happened!
Suddnely the young man sat up and looked around. He had been lying on his back, and he found he was in a mostly-bare apartment room. There were a bunch of other people there - some were wearing strange black suits and carrying what looked like sci-fi wearponry and some looked just as confused as he was. The only other notable thing was a large black ball sitting towards the back of the room.
Eddie didn't know what was going on yet, but his overwhelming sensation was one of relief! It was like being in the deepest nightmare, so real and so terrible that when you wake up and realise none of it happened, you feel like laughing. And in fact, this was exactly what Eddie did. He stood up and laughed with relief at being alive.
Looking down and lifting his t-shirt he saw no wound! But just minutes earlier, he had been stabbed in a dark alleyway! And here he was, alive and unharmed somewhere completely different. He still had no idea what had happened, but damn it felt good to be alive!
He looked up at the people who seemed far less surprised than him, and addressed a tall man that was wearing the strange black suit.
'Excuse me,' he said politely. Eddie had so many questions he wanted answering he barely knew where to begin, and who knew if this man could answer any of them? In the end he settled on the most vacuous and vague question he could possibly have asked. 'Er, I'm sorry, but do you know what's going on here?'
Deciding he needed to give some background for his question, he added: 'Um, I know it sounds stupid, but I was stabbed a few minutes ago, well, I think, and now I'm here and I'm fine.'
'Fuck, I sound like a crazy person,' Eddie said to himself as he heard the words come out of his own mouth.
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Sept 21, 2012 11:21:38 GMT -5
Jean Renard was dragged out of his apartment, with his katana in-hand. He couldn't see a damn thing with the hood over his head and the gag in his mouth prevented him from calling his assailants the rightful things they deserved. The gag was probably a pair of his dirty boxers. Fucking assholes, making him taste his own sweat and "stank." He was writhing in their arms, he felt the larger muscles of the two carrying him by his arms down the hall of his apartment. Nobody said a word, because they were all fucking cowards.
He could only wonder who was taking him out, one of the countless people he fucked over might be paying him back. Or he killed the wrong person. If given the chance, he'd pull out his fucking sword and start slicing until they blew him into Swiss cheese. But they wouldn't give him a chance. He knew they weren't cops, though. That much was obvious. Rather relieving, considering he didn't feel like being tossed into a prison filled with rapists, but he could tolerate the other criminals there.
Ugh, what was going to happen...? He was tossed into a car and the door slammed shut behind him. In the back seat, he tried to unsheathe his katana, though his hands were tied behind his back with some rope. He couldn't draw the blade, though. Why the fuck not?
It felt like hours until he was abruptly dragged out of the car, seconds after it stopped and he almost rolled onto the floor. He felt it when he staggered with the people dragging him - the katana was tied with rope to his hands. It was tied to the makeshift handcuffs.
Suddenly, he could see again. The people that were dragging him? His associates. Former associates, actually. Regardless, it was a problem. A big fucking problem. His boss, Yoshimitsu, stood before him, holding a katana of his own. "I took you in. Raised you. How did you repay me?" Jean would've responded with a "fuck you," but he was still gagged. Noticing this, Yoshimitsu ordered his goons to take the dirty underwear out of the Fox's mouth.
Once his mouth was free, Jean simply said two words: "Untie me."
"Why would I do that, Fox?"
"Fight me like a true man." The older man gave this some thought, then gestured for his goons to turn the Frenchman around. Expecting to get stabbed, Jean was surprised to realize that his hands were suddenly free.
Taking advantage of the situation, he wrenched the katana free and ducked as he split open one of the goons' stomach with a horizontal slash. He doubled over in pain, screaming. Jean brought his elbow into the other's groin before cutting open another slit in the other, this one vertical. That was all he could do before hearing a gunshot.
The Frenchman fell face-first on the ground as his adrenaline began pulsing through his veins. What could he do? He couldn't move his arms or legs, but he was shaking from the adrenaline.
"I thought you were a good kid, Fox. But you fucked me over. So now I'm going to fuck you. Hard," Yoshimitsu spat on his former employee before bringing his blade down, cutting through flesh and bone as if they were butter. He kicked the head into the ocean and turned around, heading back into his limousine.
Just as quickly as he became crippled, Jean was suddenly standing in his bloody suit before a black ball. He just died. But he was here. The Frenchman pivoted around, trying to figure out where he was. An apartment. There were other people here. He flourished the katana, then pointed it at one of the people standing around the room - the one that looked like the leader of the group. "Tell me what the fuck's going on," He demanded twice - once in English, then in Japanese.
If he didn't find out what the fuck was up with this room, he'd flip out. He was more than pissed, considering the hasty betrayal of his boss and appearing in a room only seconds later. He was curious as to whether the goons he fucked up survived or not, though. If they didn't, kudos to Jean for getting two more kills before being killed like a bitch.
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Post by selloutboy on Sept 21, 2012 22:56:44 GMT -5
Since he was on forced vacation, Kyle spent the few days before the next mission training: he made sure he knew all of the ins and outs of his new high-tech toys, and practiced using them. There were plenty of lonely and abandoned places to do this, even in and around a major city. Such places were his friends now.
He learned quickly. He was no longer afraid to jump or climb ridiculous heights and distances using the strength of the suit. He could lift, swing, and throw heavy objects with some degree of accuracy. He found out that he was best at being sneaky: with the cloak reducing the risk of being seen, it was easier to concentrate on moving quietly and efficiently. All this and more were obsessions to Kyle. He didn't want to die, and he really didn't want to waste his new gifts, especially when the price was so high.
In short, he wasn't exactly a Navy Seal, but as long as he had the right equipment he was no longer a wimp. Quite a turn-around for less than a week. As far as he was concerned, even the suit alone was enough to make anyone into a fledgling superhero, provided they knew how to use their powers. Now he knew.
While he was at it, Kyle left some bloody clothing belonging to the late Mr. Sato in one of those lonely places he'd discovered. He did his best to make it look like the murderer had caught his shirt on a bush before he jumped into the Yodo River and got washed away to his death, leaving the scrap of cloth behind. Hopefully the police would assume he'd committed suicide based on the circumstantial evidence, since they would never find the body.
The night of the second mission, Kyle was on a mission of his own. He sat on the roof of a department store, cloaked, with his legs hanging over the ledge. He was dressed to the nines: suit snug like a second skin, red hoodie over top with the sword tucked into his front pocket, controller on his wrist and a gun in each leg-holster. The x-rifle was in his hands, pointed at a group of young men on the street corner three blocks away. Kyle couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could see through the rifle's scope that two of the guys were buying both drugs and handguns from the third. Kyle was shocked that they would carry out this deal on a main street, even late at night when few people were around. Right when he finally decided to follow them and see what trouble they were up to, he felt a strange tingle in his spine.
Instantly, he knew what it was. He was being summoned back to that room by the black ball. "Oh, fuck me," he muttered under his breath. He was glad that he'd had enough time to prepare before his second hunt, but still, he'd hoped it would be a bit longer. He felt himself shake a little with fear, against his will. He stood up and looked down at the streets. He vowed to survive the night's carnage and return to this new life. He would make a change in this city.
As his head vanished he promised himself again, aloud. "I'm not..."
His lips teleported to the apartment, where he finished his words.
"...going to die."
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-rifle, x-gun, y-gun, g-sword, red hoodie
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 22, 2012 17:06:46 GMT -5
Back in the room, Takao exhaled. It felt nice not having your face feel like someone has been beating it. He confidently gripped his Z-Gun, and checked his two holsters. He had with him a G-Sword and X-Gun. He figured that if he was going to date the captain of Kendo club, he might as well be proficient with a sword, and what better way to do so than to fight aliens that want to kill you.
The others were there too, and Takao just felt.....uncomfortable. More people were there, and thus more problems can happen. Takao made sure his controller was attached properly, in case he needed to invisible-run outta there.
While everyone was getting situated, Takao approached Ichirou. "Nice job ya did with the house. Looks like it wasn't wrecked. I'd give it a week" He joked to his brother with a smile.
Takao:Suit, Controller, Z-Gun, X-Gun, G-Sword
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Post by Neviux on Sept 24, 2012 19:08:59 GMT -5
Sighing, Akigami Yuuta turned to face the empty change-room, having finished buttoning up his spare uniform trousers. Surveying the room, he took note of the room's inherent creepiness; it appeared unnaturally large without other people there to take up space. However, even as he came to this revelation as to the nature of the room's creepiness, he couldn't help but feel a twang of anger at the thought of his classmates. His wretched, sadistic, ever troublesome classmates.
It really hurt Yuuta to think like that. Perhaps it was the fault of his mother, but he found that he had never been one with the stomach for a grudge. But as uncomfortable with these rather unpleasant thoughts as he was, it was near impossible for him not to hold them; not even Gandhi could have put up with as much unwarranted harassment as Yuuta did. He had been on the receiving end of taunts, punches, kicks, shovings, theft, vandalism. At one point, one of his classmates had actually set the elbow of his uniform on fire whilst he was still wearing it; he put it out almost immediately, but the memory was still fresh in Yuuta's mind.
Sighing once more, this time, with a more melancholy tone, Yuuta began to make his way out of the room. He was intent on getting home and taking a bath, perhaps reading a good book or something. It had been a long day and he was in desperate need of some personal time. As he walked the streets, he never even noticed the Television which fell from above and knocked him senseless.
************************************************************************ Groaning, Yuuta awoke to find himself in a strange room filled with people he had never met in his life. Logically enough, his initial thought was to greet them in an as calm fashion as possible.
"Good Evening" he wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, he had been knocked unconscious before and what he was feeling right now was pretty similar to how he had felt waking up after those times. Though, this time, there was a noticeable lack of hospital environment.
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Post by Amphyess on Sept 25, 2012 9:19:15 GMT -5
Tsukasa was closing the shop when he had a chill go down his spine; could it be. Tsukasa rushed to his room took his clothes off and began to put the suit on when he was transferred to the apartment. Tsukasa only had up to his legs covered by the suit as he notice people staring his face turned bright red and he ran into the hallway and finished putting on the suit. Tsukasa came in and tried to ignore the fact he had pretty much pulled a zenpai. he walked up to shez patted him on the shoulder and said in a nervous yet still cheerful voice "So what up dick; I mean(turned to the vets) I invite you a-holes to my restaurant and no one show ups hahah just kidding i knew you guy probably wouldn't show up. And looks like we got some newbies.". Tsukasa stood there and waited to see if someone would tell the newbies what was going on if no one did he would do it. Then some crazy forner began yelling in English; ha what a dumb shit you picked the wrong guy Ichirou can kick your ass without trying.
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Post by Tame on Sept 25, 2012 11:30:02 GMT -5
Eddie watched as one guy began demanding, once in English and then again in Japanese, to know what was going on. He was flourishing a katana as he did so, so Eddie took a step back; he didn't want to be the next one it was waved at.
Then lasers shot from the black ball and gradually traced the form of a person; this temporarily distracted him from the confrontation. A teenage boy gradually appeared that Eddie, for a reason he couldn't put his finger on, immediately thought of as creepy.
'Woah,' the young man murmured. Still staring, he pulled his grey beanie from his head and stuffing it into his coat pocket, almost out of reflex; he always pocketed his hat when indoors. Then he boy greeted them good evening, apparently unaware of the strangeness of the situation.
'Er, hi,' replied Eddie uncertainly. Thoughts were racing through his head as he tried to put the fragments of information he had together into something coherent. Had he arrived the same way as this boy? A minute ago he would have dismissed that sort of transportation as impossible, but that was before he had seen it with his own eyes. It would at least explain how he had got from a darkened street to this apartment. Okay, one question answered. Sorta.
All this passed through his mind in just a few moments. Just to verify that this boy wasn't just some hologram or something, Eddie clapped him on the shoulder. Yep, real. A real person had just teleported into the room.
Having just put his hand on this kid's shoulder for no apparent reason, Eddie had to provide one for his having done so, so he extended a hand for the kid to shake.
'I'm Eddie Walker,' he said in Japanese. Then he remembered that this was Japan and that they didn't tend to shake hands that much. Ah well, he was a stupid gaijin, what did he know?
Then he glanced over at the sword-waving situation. It still hadn't resolved itself, and still no one had got any answers.
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Post by RYUNOSUKE on Sept 25, 2012 13:18:27 GMT -5
It was as if the two events were connected instantaneously. One moment his complete being had been flooded with pain from the impact of the truck and the next had him opening his eyes to see himself in a room full of people. What particularly stood out to him was the giant black ball at the other end of the room. Looking down to check himself, he could see his body was physically unharmed by the accident for all he could tell was completely normal. The only thing that had changed was where he was.
"Where am I? How did I get here?"
Before he could address those two questions with the other people present in the room, someone else had spoken before him. From what he could tell, the man had just experienced the same thing that Jun had went through. A fatal accident, only to regain conscious in this room unscathed. There was no need for him to repeat the question if the people in the room were capable of answering it. Instead, Jun walked over to the closest wall in the room so that he could lean his back against the wall and fold his arms. The fact that some of the people here looked less distressed and calm reassured him.
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Sept 25, 2012 16:33:46 GMT -5
Shez was in bed with Ben, his other half was sound asleep so he whispered in his ear "I love you" when a ringing noise was going off in his ear. He walked to the bathroom to get his suit that was at the bottom of the washing basket, where he hid it from Ben. As he had a grip on his suit he started disappearing, though he knew he was being summoned as it felt like before but he still prayed Not again, please not again!
Shez was in THE room all by himself, he was now not only afraid of being back here, but being back here by himself. Before he could digest this any further the ball shot lights out itself. Shez stepped out the way as it teleported someone else into the room, then another and another and another and so on.
The room was then filled with faces he remembered and some new ones, the masses wore expressions from confusion to something that resembled joy, or at least amusement.
Shez nodded at Ichi in acknowledgement, then walked over to Kyle "Kyle, I'm glad to see your here. Well you know what I mean. You ok? I was hoping we were done with this place."
Inventory - Suit in hand
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Post by DawgX on Sept 25, 2012 20:27:46 GMT -5
Ichirou let out a deep sigh. Why did these people immediately harass him when they came to the room? Did he look like the leader? He casted a glance at his torso, down. No. He was dressed in the suit like many of the other members in the room.
One of the newbies yelled something at him in English which he easily understood as it was his first language but he also yelled it in Japanese. Ichirou decided to speak in Japanese to explain what the hell was really going on. Ichirou lifted his hand and flicked his wrist at the sword which flew out of the newbies hand and into his own. "Just a little while ago, you all just died correct?" Ichirou asked as he walked calmly from behind the ball.
"The answer is yes you did," Ichi returned Shezs' nod and continued on. "What you believe about reality means nothing in this room. At all. This black ball wants us to go out and kill which will be explained a little more later. Whats important is that you follow exactly what I tell you no questions asked. When this black ball which we've dubbed Gantz opened up, go to the back and grab a suit."
Ichirou took Jeans sword by the blade and squeezed it then opened up his palm. A perfect impression of Ichirous closed fist around it was left. He then proceeded to crush the sword into a tightly compact ball then let it drop to the floor. "As you can see the suit will give you powers that will defend you against what we will have to fight for our lives against. Now its up to you what you choose to do. My name is Ichirou. He is Takao, my brother. Thats Shez, Kyle, Zenpai and Tsukasa. We've been in this hell before, we know what its like to go through what you are currently going through. Just bare with it for now and follow what we do."
Inventory: Suit w/Controller, Y-Gun(holstered)
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 26, 2012 1:43:15 GMT -5
Takao smiled as he rested his Z-Gun on his shoulder. With all the hunters here, things should be a little bit easier. The effort to take down aliens would eventually wind down as people became proficient. However, the current scenario called on Ichirou to beat out the stupid and hysteria outta the fools who did not believe they were stuck there.
Takao looked back on that day. In retrospect, his original group had nothing to worry about. None of that bullshit happened when they all first died. Some people these days...
Either way, unruly folks aside, Takao realized that the alien still wasn't displayed, and that rubbed him the wrong way. Impatience seeped into his blood, as he leaned against the windowed wall of the room.
Takao:Suit with Controller, Z-Gun(in hand), X-Gun (holster), G-Sword (holster)
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Post by selloutboy on Sept 26, 2012 5:52:49 GMT -5
Kyle was so shy, and so convinced that no one really gave a shit about him, that Shez's kind words took him utterly by surprise. Granted, he hadn't thought anyone on the team particularly disliked him. He admired and respected Ichirou and Takao for saving his life in his first mission, and he was eternally thankful for their help, but he got the impression that they thought of him only as a newbie or a victim to be helped and not an actual peer. That's how it had always been for Kyle, at least until the day he saved Chie and killed Mr. Sato.
So Shez really got the drop on him.
"Oh! Uh...hi. Thanks. No, I get what you mean. I, um, I'm glad to see you too."
He actually blushed, despite himself. Oh well. If he was going to have to fight horrible monsters to the death, he might as well make the most of it. He could sure use a friend, and not just for mere survival.
"Yeah, I'm doing okay, considering. You know. Actually, a lot has happened these last few days. I bet a lot has happened to you, too. Let's...well, let's make sure we both survive tonight so we can talk about it later. I bet Ichirou and Takao will want to make a plan."
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-rifle, x-gun, y-gun, g-sword, red hoodie
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Post by Tame on Sept 26, 2012 6:38:14 GMT -5
Eddie turned to Ichirou as he explained what was going on. He could hardly believe his ears as the man talked about reality as he knew it meaning nothing here, and about going out and killing. But at least the guy wasn't surprised by the notion of him, Eddie, having just died. In fact, it seemed like he was used to this kind of situation. But from the way he talked, Eddie seemed to understand that Ichirou wasn't the guy behind all this. He was just someone that had been thrown into it too, and had managed to make sense of it.
Not only that, but the sword had flown out of its owner's hand like... well, like fucking magic! And then Ichirou had crushed it with his bare hands like it was nothing. No, not with his bare hands. With the suit that he said gave you powers and would defend you. If this was all a trick, then Eddie couldn't see how it was performed. In a way, it was pretty cool, like he had been chosen to be on superhero team. Eddie's body shook with nerves, tension and excitement. He tried to calm himself as his mind raced at break-neck speed through all this information.
For now, it was obvious he had to play along. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but doing as this guy said was a better prospect than ignoring him. And if it was a hoax, then fuck it, nothing lost by playing along either.
'Like I said, my name's Eddie Walker,' he announced, deciding to introduce himself. He bowed politely to Ichirou and the other veterans. 'Thank you,' he added sincerely to Ichirou. After that he relapsed into silence. He didn't know what else much to say for now. Then a thought occurred to him. 'Those weapons you have,' he began, addressing the group now. 'I take it they're of some use, too.' Eddie hoped he wasn't being a nuisance, but he was the kind of person who, when informed of something interesting or important to him, he wanted as much information as possible. He was very much a depth-of-knowledge, not breadth-of-knowledge guy.
(OOC: If the yellow's annoying to look at, tell me.)
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Sept 26, 2012 17:26:03 GMT -5
Shez noticed Kyle blush as he was talking to him, must be from sheer embarrassment of the situation.
"I think your right, no doubt they will plan something like last time. Ichi is already explaining the game to them. I still can't believe this is happening. I'm gonna go put my suit on, be right back."
Shez walked round the corner and started to take his clothes off and slip into his suit.
Inventory - Suit w/o controller
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