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Post by Oka Ace on Sept 20, 2009 14:20:18 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.
I made one so Trista can roleplay in here while she waits for you guys to be done with your mission.
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Post by TristaKatagata on Sept 20, 2009 20:27:30 GMT -5
[[Awesome, thanks Ace. Seriously.]]
Standing in the train, clutching a ring as the car of the massive piece of technology sped onwards towards home, Kumiko frowned. She didn't need to check around her, her purse always in hand. It was a front. Her wallet was stored in a slip in the fabric, at the most basic. She had designed it the moment it had occurred to her someone would steal her wallet and use her family's names against her.
She was wearing a black vest and white peasant sleeved outfit, with capris and stylish sandals on. Having just gotten done with her schooling and heading towards home, Kumiko reviewed the day's lessons in her mind. They had all be the same pattern and uselessness... Only, it seemed, did the entirety of her outfits matter. Nothing else seemed to catch her interest. Did that make her a bad person? To many, obviously. One would have a feeling of extreme attitude from her, but in reality she was very, very tired. Che... Looks like I'll have to crash on the couch tonight... Father and Mother will be out working anyway, and the maid isn't there...
Rubbing a temple with her free hand, she eyed the slowing images that were usually blurring. "Looks like they're stopping. I should leave the moment it opens..." She muttered cautiously.
After the doors opened, Kumiko moved quickly, her sandals hitting the pavement in a jog, making sure she was able to get a good yard or more ahead of her starting point as she left the area.
Then again, she never trusted anybody in this area anyways, what good would slowing down do her? So she continues her pace, executing each foot step in a familiar pattern. Each left step was even, each right odd. 1, 2, 3, 4... It repeated in the back of her head as she began to look for anyone who would try to stop her from getting home.
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Post by TristaKatagata on Sept 22, 2009 17:16:30 GMT -5
So, her strides began to slow. She had beat them for another day. Frowning, her hands twisted around in her purse, finding her keys. Opening the door, she said the traditional call. "I'm home!... Not like anyone notices..."
"Welcome home, mistress Kumiko!"
Startled, Kumiko blinked. "Oh, Amayonagi-san." Shit! There IS someone here! This is new... Why is she here? It was her day off...[/i] Removing her shoes, she began to set everything from her person, the purse, the bag and finally her cellphone. Unlike other adults who wanted a jump to their High School memories, Kumiko steered clear from them by keeping only one charm on it, if that. It was a small, fragile looking 8 ball. It worked, too. Ask a question, shake it and turn it over, it would say 'hazy,' 'yes,' or 'no.' It was something that had intrigued her so she had bought it.
After setting everything down, she slid into her home shoes and entered the labyrinth that was her house. Not expecting the maid, at least, today, Kumiko smiled warmly. Or so she hoped. "Why are you here, Amayonagi-san? Today is the maid's day off..."
"The mistress is kind to ask me. But I knew you needed help around the house, as your parents have been screening your phone calls..."
Oh. That would be why.
Last week, for almost every day that week, Kumiko received threatening phone calls on her cellphone. Perhaps this was why Kumiko never made friends, her parents said. Because they would all hate their daughter, the clever girl that she was. Maybe they were right.
No. They would never be right. Obviously, her parents had no time to devote to her, she would not bother to think of them, either. Shoving those thoughts past her, Kumiko moved to pull an apron on to help with the dishes her maid was preparing. "Kondou-sama--"
"Call me Kumiko... Kumiko-sama, Amayonagi-san. I don't like being addressed the other way, you know."
The nod from the maid allowed Kumiko to go back to observing her, before moving to help and repeating the way she cooked. Certain foods tasted better with time and practice, after all.
"In two minutes, remove the bean sprouts from the water and drain them, Kumiko-sama." The maid quipped, carefully moving to help set up the griddle. Making food what better than lunch boxes for dinner.
With a small sigh, Kumiko briefly wondered if she would die of old age in this same, boring, wretched old house. Briefly, she looked to the ceiling. Her clothes, the one passion she had, were waiting up there. Oh, be patient! I will be up there to make you into beautiful clothes, instead of simple sheets of cloth soon enough.
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Post by DawgX on Sept 29, 2009 14:29:19 GMT -5
Jiro sighed. This night was hella interesting in his eyes. Completely ignoring the others, Jiro noticed his G-sword was back in his hand along with his X-rifle. He tossed the rifle. He smirked. He could kill Sayomi now if he wanted to but he decided no. He turned and started to walk out the room, deliberately bumping into Jin and Sayomi along the way.
Outside the building, Jiro walked towards his home. Jiro didnt bother cloaking as he would just kill whoever decided to say something about how he looked.
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Post by TristaKatagata on Sept 29, 2009 17:17:13 GMT -5
Finally. After telling the maid she was going to go up the stairs, she allowed herself to think. Once again, she couldn't place Amayaonagi-san by her clothes or by her face. Always the face. But then again, she considered the consistency of faces, and shook her head. It was beginning to be a hassle.
People who seemed to genuinely care were always pushed away by her inability to memorize their name to their face. But, then again, why did she care? Some people only seemed to be very interested in taking her out... Let it be.
More important things were to be done.
With a growl, she picked up her things and fled up the stairs. Shoving that aside, Kumiko began to work on the intricate design of a dress, glancing once or twice at pattern she had made. But by the first look, the second glance was only instinct. She knew the pattern now, and was making sure to stick with it.
One day.. She wanted to find someone who would wear these. She was aspiring to be a designer, wanted someone to sport these outfits... With a small smile, Kumiko moved to sew the next piece together, eyeing the other particular pieces beside her. They would become a hoodie, with an embroiled dragon of reds, oranges, and a brilliant dash of hot pink.
Someone would like it. Clutching the cloth in her hands, she inhaled softly. Someone out there would finally befriend her... This was to be the gift of her new, if not first, friend. It's not like she wasn't lonely, Kumiko had been outcast and that had hurt.
It was night, so quickly... She knew that, as she stepped out towards the door, the maid called her over. "Kumiko-sama, did you hear? A mass of strange things have begun to occur in Osaka... If you are going out, please let me accompany you."
Kumiko stiffened, eyes wide. No one ever went with her. She smiled, before nodding. Yes, she would need company. She didn't know when someone would attack her. So, after locking the door, maid and mistress headed out towards a convenience store, that Kumiko often browsed for fashion magazines.
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Post by Sykee on Sept 29, 2009 19:11:37 GMT -5
The transfer seemed to aid in opening her eyes up. Being in the same room as Jiro, hearing how he 'couldn't wait for her to die' was upsetting. Although the young woman had a poker face some Yakuza could only dream for. Although the words from Gantz had her blood boiling. Cheeks turning red with anger, Sayomi tried her damnedest to ignore the unfair comment after her points. 'Go die?' Yet the rapist was its hero. . .
Long nights, dark as the blackest part of a humans soul was well known to Sayomi. She's seen people do horrible things. She's seen scum and lies on the faces of people who you would trust every day. The young woman was forced to grow up next to it, serving it. Torture wasn't uncommon. It was a slow day if someone wasn't getting tortured in some way shape or form when she worked with the Yakuza. Running around, making 'deliveries' and 'flying kites' to other hanchos. In Sayomis opinion, Jiro was one of the small fry. Gantz was a tasteless rat.
Yet she honestly felt she found hope in dying. A new life, one where she didn't have to be a ruthless girl. Was it really to much to ask for? Apparently not, not when you receive comments on your life. Well this was all good for Sayomi. This was an epiphany for the woman in the broken suit.
Jiros 'bump' into her left her growling, how ever she didn't move a single inch. She's been bumped into before, and by bigger men then Jiro. 'You fucking disappoint me. ' Sayomi muttered to the short Sensei as he exited the apartment.
Amber eyes, set ablaze by the disrespect of the previous mission was now cast on the Gantz ball. "You're hero rapes little girls~ Oh Tasteful.<3" Spitting on the ball, Sayomi turned on her heel, snatching up a gun and making her way after Jiro. Sayomi was going to blow his brains out of his scull.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 30, 2009 11:28:12 GMT -5
Takao made a mental note to NEVER FORGET HIS SUIT. As He got up, he felt bad. He started to like killing. As He saw the bad blood between Sayomi, Jin, and Jiro, he wondered what he missed. Then Sayomi got up and took a gun.
"Wait, what is THIS about rape and crap. What did Jiro do?"
Takao looked hesitantly at Sayomi before she walked out and Jin and Ryo.
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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Sept 30, 2009 15:08:20 GMT -5
(Jin has never ‘liked’ Jiro. *Drums fingers.* Bad blood between Sayomi and the teacher, Jiro. So, yeah. Correction.)
His arrival in the room wasn’t as appreciated as the last one when ‘Detective Kidkiller’ popped up. It was bad to ignore because he DID kill quite a bit of them just to end the mission–granting himself twenty points. But, he didn’t enjoy it. This entire game isn’t fun. His attention was on Sayomi when she spat her remark to the blackball and left. The detective also had left, grabbing keeping his gun and throwing on his clothing to hide the suit. He even kept the controller. He needed to ask Sayomi questions, and of course, to keep an eye on her. He didn’t trust neither Ryo or Jiro. Takao was in ruin by the time the end of the mission came around so he couldn’t have injured Sayomi.
He wouldn’t tell Takao or Ryo of his suspicions and knowledge, but he intended on getting to Sayomi before anyone else could. Pressing one of the buttons on the remote, the static encased him and he switched to the other frequency.
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Post by DawgX on Sept 30, 2009 15:51:14 GMT -5
(Sykee, Sayomis' suit is fixed remember? Everything is repaired, REMEMBER?)
The walk back home was quiet for Jiro. Turning around the corner, he spotted two vampires. They looked at him. "Look what the fuck we got here. A rat!" one said. The other laughed.
Jiro shook his head. "Right when I was starting to enjoy my night. Like getting brain-fucked wasnt enough??" said Jiro as he took out the sheathed G-sword.
Bystanders watched as a man in an otaku suit and 2 well dressed gentlemen traded insults. One of the vampires, Jo, whispered to his companion.
"Fuck man..we dont have our contacts.." Jo said. "Dont worry..two against one is enough." said Jo's friend.
"Im waiting. I seriously dont have all damn night to deal with you fuc-" Jiro jumped to the right when Jo thossed a grenade at him. It hit a passing woman on the head. It exploded catching a woman in the process. Her brains sprayed all across the pavement while her body, in pieces, flew every which way.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 30, 2009 21:28:12 GMT -5
Takao angrily punched the wall with his fist.
Walking up to the ball, he shoves a x gun into his free jacket pocket (he also has a y gun and another x gun.) Then he grabs a pair of g swords and also sneaks them into his pockets.
Typical, no one is going to tell me anything, He thought as he bid Ryo a grand farewell and ventured into the cool autumn air. He already knew that Jin was probably tailing Sayomi. Sayo was going to do something very stupid probably, since she was going after Jiro, and Jiro was supposed to be some kind of RAPIST? Everything was turning very sour in the blink of an eye.
I'm powerless, and weak. Shit, i don't wanna be a liability....
He turned another corner. he walked up to his large apartment, but taped to the door had the following note in green ink:
Saw you at the park while i was chasing tail. You got one hell of a scar. Well, seems that you still live here, eh? Well check behind your mother's dresser, i left you something there several years ago. Take care of it. -Dad
Takao's eyes widened as he ripped the letter from the door and grabbed his x gun. IF there were vampires in there, ready to ambush him, he would blow their brains out. He quickly inserted the key and unlocked the door with a loud click. He hustled inside, closed the door behind him. He did a clean sweep around, searching all rooms.
Eventually, he comes across Sayomi's room, which formally was his Mother's. He opens the door, and ingnoring her items, searches the dresser's back. Inside there was a small shelf, with a long hard object wrapped in red cloth, and a black, case. He took each back to his room. he opened up the object in cloth and was shocked. It was a katana. On the guard, it had SATO, stamped on it. It probably belonged to one of his great ancestors. The other box had something also illegal, a heavy, break action, hunting revolver. It was CO2 powered, came with 1000 sharp tip hunting pellets, and an adjustable belt and holster. This could rip through suits. Putting both back, he hides them under his bed. Quickly showering, and changing, he gives one last glance at the suit he forgot, before he drifts off to sleep, unwary of what happens tomorrow.
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Post by DawgX on Oct 1, 2009 13:54:24 GMT -5
(No the hell it cant cut through the gantz suits)
The two vampires looked around for Jiro. Jo started to breath hard. "Shit! He could be invisible!!" said Jo.
Jos' friend, Ken, braced himself. But nothing happend. Jiro was gone.
Running down the sidewalk, Jiro undid his invisibility. He seriously just wanted to get home and rest. Walking up to his door, Jiro pushed the key into its lock and walked in. He put all the locks and chains that were connected to his door in place. Jiro made his way into his room, walking over to his dresser he opened up the bottom draw which had all his Gantz weapons in it. He already has a Y-gun, 2 X-guns and now a Gantz sword. He quickly took off his suit and neatly folded it annd put it in the draw along with the Gantz sword.
Jiro didnt bother to take a shower as he didnt work tommorow since it would be saturday tommorow. He laid himself on his bed completely naked and fell asleep with ease.
~Next day~
(Somnus and Sykee, you guys can just write what you're characters did up until the next day. Even write they did that day too =D)
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Post by TristaKatagata on Oct 1, 2009 16:48:48 GMT -5
The next day...
Kumiko stood, gripping a ring on the train. Something seemed wrong, in the pit of her stomach. Why? Why was she feeling so much dread? With a severe frown, she tried to shake it off. As the train slowed, she stood, in shock at the large group of people standing there.
...They were holding rope.
Rope? Oh no.
Kumiko stepped back, trying not to show fear. It was... childish to think they were after someone else. "There she is, get her!" That was one cry, amidst the roar of outrage and anger. Kumiko didn't have time to shriek, feeling her arm being wrenched out from the car's safety.
She had no time to even call for help. Her arm felt like it was being pulled apart when she felt (and heard) a pop. Pain registered in a flash, her voice strangled as she screamed out. Tears flowed down her cheeks, unabashed as she started to yell at them.
"What did I do?! What did I do to you?!" No one responded. All they did was drag her by that arm, the flesh aching from the friction and the force, towards a large set up. Rope... the rope... Oh god, they were going to hang her!
Help... HELP... HEEELLLP! She was screaming inside of her mind. She didn't want to die like this, she didn't ever want to die... But now, now she was going to be hung like someone who had been doing something wrong. Someone, please help me... Please... She was so desperate, but she struggled to get up, trying to get her body up. She was kicked down brutally as she snapped at them.
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Post by Жenophilius on Oct 2, 2009 19:02:32 GMT -5
It was a simple job, didn't require any major skills, besides being able to transport an object from point A, to point B. Really all he had to do was drop it off beside the car, didn't even have to get it inside.
But then that wouldn't be very Gangster, would it?
George Romera tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his 92' Plymouth. It was a shitty car for a shitty job. To George though, he was riding the luxury of the Mobs disposal, and he was given a very important task.
Blow up a rival gangs Car, send a message to 'em. The errand boy grinned as he straightened his hat, grabbed a small object wrapped in brown paper, and then hopped out of his car.
He was wearing something that had to of come out of 1932, it just had to of. The whole pinstripes, the Fedora, the scarf. It would've made Elton John vomit. Even through all of his horrible fashion sense, his cocky grin couldn't be overlooked. He was having a grand ol' time.
As he began to walk across the street to wards the designated car, another fuck up seemed to show itself. Instead of being incognito, George had decided to take along with him his Tommy Gun. The only reason he wasn't beaten down to the pavement was because his outfit was so stupid, he looked like an Actor.
He ran the last bit of the distance and reached the car finally. Now all he had to do was drop the bomb off, and get the fuck out of there.
Now if there's one thing that George is known for, it's for being a butterfingers, and as he tried to juggle the gun and the bomb, one of them slipped, falling very slowly to the ground. Georges eyes widened, it was all he could do as he watched the highly explosive package hit the asphalt.
"Fuck."
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Post by Sykee on Oct 3, 2009 1:21:37 GMT -5
(Since a day had gone by, and we feel we've held everyone up enough, Somnus said I could play Jin a little bit.)
Stalking down to the lobby of the apartment, Sayomi was hot on Jiros tail and was gunning for blood. However a hand grabbed her arm and jerked her back. Spinning around, Sayomi was met with a chest in her face. Peering up, Jins face frowned down at the young woman. Sayomi tipped her head up to glare at the Detective in retaliation. Though his face never changed, Sayomi never pulled away.
What would have been a murder, turned out to be a walk home, and simply talking.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sayomi sat in the living room with her head propped against the back of Takaos couch. The rage she had felt the night before had given way to simple anger, frustration and of course...Hate. Pulling her legs up to her chest, Sayomi ran her hands down her bare knees to her feet. She found herself rocking a little as the local news reported the latest weather, and events. Sayomi had spent the entire night grinding her teeth in anger...needless to say, Jiro....should he ever cross her again, would not live. The Sensei had the Detective to thank for his life.
Picking up her cell phone, Sayomis fingers flew over the keys as she sent Takao a text. She wasn't sure where her house mate was, but she needed to speak with him. 'Need to talk to you, where are you, Ta-kun?' She hoped the cute pet name would get him to speak to her. From her perspective, he hasn't spoken to her much since he let her live with him.
Jin soon returned with the tea and set the kettle. Reaching for the tea, Sayomi held the cup in her palm, enjoying the way the warmth filled her palm and crept up her wrists. Beside her Jin sat next to her and also enjoyed the same tea he had made. Sayomi expressed thanks to her close friend, and he responded with reaching over and setting an arm around her shoulder.
Sayomi had told Jin everything that happened the night before, right down to the smallest of details. She wanted to tell Takao, and she would, as soon as the young man picked up his cell phone.
"Don't you go changing okay, Jin?" After a sip of her tea, Sayomi turned to look at Jin. Serious about it.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Oct 3, 2009 2:13:41 GMT -5
(Trista and I have a little collaboration going on, so i get to do some things in her story, BTW.)
Takao woke early. It was almost 6:30. He lazily put the suit on, making sure that the controller was attached and he had a G sword in a holster. For once he didn't really bother doing anything, and was willing to let Jin, Sayo, Ryo, and Jiro run their conflicted course. Then he remembered the gun and sword. He looked at the blade. It was faded and worn. It was a pain to open out of the sheath and close. He had to maintenance it. He ate a piece of toast and ran out, covering the suit with a jacket and long pants. He even didn't see or hear Jin or Sayomi in his house, but at the moment he didn't care.
He was silent and quick. He easily used the suit to jump to the top of the building he lived in, then jumped across the other buildings. Mentally he made notes on how to keep the sword usable. Plus he hoped that the revolver worked.
Okay so i need lemon oil for the hilt, solvent oil to smoothen the blade, and lacquer thinner to remove the oil, and a steel wool cloth to finish it off. To sharpen it... i need A metal file, A whetstone, Oil for the whetstone, Emery paper, And a block of wood...wow this is gonna be expensive. Oh and Co2, for the gun.
He knew a great shop for these things that were in a back alley area. He hopped more buildings and felt free. The air running through him, the power of the suit lifting him to greater heights. Through the sunglasses, everything was tinted, but everything looked so real. Then he heard a scream.
Aw shit. And i just started off the morning with a clean slate too...[/color]
He went toward the direction. Jumping towards the noise, cursing, and grunts, he saw a group of men with rope, and a young woman who needed help. As they prepared, he used the controller to go invisible, then, batman style, he jumped down the alley, and onto a guard. The minute he descended, he undid invisibility to make himself more menacing.
Standing up, in a shower of lightning, he casually said with a cocky grin, "That's no way to treat a pretty lady."
The thugs got up with knives, all lunging at Takao, which was too easy to dodge and counter. They fought like typical hired hands.
Too easy.
In seconds the fight was over. All of them weren't dead, Takao made sure of that. He then walked up the the woman and offered her his hand to help her up.
"Hi, my name is Takao, you seemed to have some problems that I Just fixed, am I right?"
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