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Post by DawgX on Apr 15, 2012 20:49:42 GMT -5
NOw t!m3 t2 ST@r+ t3H $c0R!n9 Ichirou looked toward the ball as its smooth screen shifted to that of someones picture. Shez. Shezgay0 points 0 points total 100 more to go... Not a Pussy eater, jack off with one arm now Takaobitch20 points 69 points total 31 more to go... Got air raped, killed shit Zenpais points were displayed next on the marble screen. Big Dick-Donny16 points 16 points total 84 more to go... Sexy bastard, marry me pl0x The one Zenpai was at odds with, Ichirou, was next. Jean Grey15 points 18 points total 82 more to go... Turn into a phoenix next time, fuck Bid Dick-Donny The revived George. His points or lack thereof were shown. Curious George0 points 0 points total 100 more to go... You'll get em next time, don't disappoint me Tsukasa had his points displayed across the screen. Dramatic Bitch5 points 5 points total 95 more to go... Nice monologues, join a play Kyle-XY5 points 5 points total 95 more to go... You haz a bellybutton, scaredy ass With that, the lights in the apartment turned off and the front door to the apartment was unlocked. The sausage fest could leave and resume their daily lives until the next time Gantz summoned them.
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Post by selloutboy on Apr 16, 2012 17:59:19 GMT -5
The dead body was gone. Kyle was thankful for that. He considered his score. Five points for five kills. So that's what this was all about.
He searched the apartment and quickly retrieved his clothes and other possessions. He frowned at his crusty sweatshirt and wrapped it up so the cleanest part was on the outside. He almost tripped over his magazine, and picked that up, too. Then he went back to the black ball and stared intently at the man inside.
"Who the fuck are you?" he wondered aloud, not expecting a reply but hoping for one anyway. "What are you doing in there? Are you controlling the ball? Are you some kind of organic computer part? Or maybe a battery like in The Matrix or something? Are you the one who put us through this shit, or another victim like us?"
Kyle considered whipping out his new sword and trying to stab the guy, but decided against it. The ball or the man inside...whoever was responsible for this, he was sure they'd take precautions to protect themselves, and Kyle feared the possibility of retaliation.
"We're coming back here again, aren't we?"
Kyle took an x-rifle from the ball's weapon rack, and then he pressed a button on his new controller and disappeared from view as the cloaking device activated.
"I'll be ready."
The young man left the apartment through the (unsurprisingly now unlocked) front door and wandered out to the street. His stomach fluttered. He was going home. Well, he was going to the closest thing to a home for him in Japan, the lonely apartment he thought he might not see again.
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-gun, y-gun, sword, x-rifle, clothes and assorted possessions
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Apr 16, 2012 18:39:44 GMT -5
In his fairly-large suite, Jean Renard sat on his couch, taking a drag from his cigarette. He'd been up all night analyzing shipment papers. There was someone stealing from the Yakuza, but he couldn't pin who. He only knew that shit was going missing - heroin and guns. Sighing, the Frenchman flicked his cigarette into the glass ashtray on the table before him. He reached back and pulled his hair out of the ponytail, reading the documents over again, then some papers on the men involved in moving the shipment.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Apr 21, 2012 2:39:41 GMT -5
Takao looked up and sighed. Tomorrow was going to suck hard. How long was it since he was back in a classroom, with carefree students? Wayyy too long. Without a peep, he headed back home.
(READ TAKAO'S DAILY LIVES WHEN ITS RELEASED BY ME)
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Post by Amphyess on Apr 23, 2012 20:24:51 GMT -5
Tsukasa read the ball and in anger kicked the ball. "VERY FUNNY YOU ASSHOLE.". So only 95 points and I will be free okay; after this thought Tsukasa took an x-gun and holstered it. Tsukasa turned to the other and said "Well now that we survived guess I'll live up to promise and treat any of you guys to food at my restaurant it's the Kaneyoshi Namba. And Ichirou thanks for all you did. Well I'm going to leave guess see you guys later.". And with that Tsukasa left the apartment and began to walk back to his house.
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Post by selloutboy on May 2, 2012 13:51:02 GMT -5
Kyle passed by the few oblivious people walking down the nighttime streets, almost too wrapped up in his own thoughts to be amazed at his own invisibility. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, with the man who killed him out there somewhere with another young victim who may or may not still be alive. If only he could remember something, some clue to help track the guy down...
A stray thought crossed the young man's mind: after he "died," did his body get teleported away? Surely the black ball wouldn't want to leave any evidence.
Well, the killer might have panicked when Kyle's body disappeared into thin air. Maybe he screwed up. Left something.
Kyle went back to the alley where he met death. Five seconds of searching revealed the hypodermic needle the killer had set on the ground. There was also the cap to a blue dry erase marker nearby; it might have fallen out of the killer's pocket, or it could have been some random trash. Did the man have ink stains on his hand? Kyle tried hard to remember.
Yes. Kyle saw the bastard's hands clearly before they grabbed him and twisted his neck. There were a few different colors of ink in his right pinky finger and the side of his hand, including blue.
Kyle examined the needle and found a label. He was so startled that he actually laughed. It said "Property of Izumi High School Biology Department."
"Elementary, my dear Watson," Kyle muttered to himself.
He rushed home and pulled up the high school's website, searching for a faculty directory. The site had photos of the teachers along with the usual assortment of information. Kyle didn't recognize anyone in the biology department. Of course, any teacher from another department could probably have borrowed or stolen supplies from one of the labs. Kyle eventually found who he was looking for in the Japanese/Literature department. Ironic, considering Kyle's profession and hobbies.
Those cold eyes stared at Kyle from the monitor. It took little effort after that to track down an address. Kyle threw on a hoodie and some jeans over his high tech suit, stashed his new rifle and the stuff he wouldn't need in his bedroom, and made sure he was cloaked before heading out into the night again.
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-gun, y-gun, sword (x-rifle at home)
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Post by selloutboy on May 18, 2012 1:17:03 GMT -5
There was an incident on the way to the killer's place.
Kyle had decided to take a route he was familiar with for a good portion of his casual little walk. He passed the house of a certain Yamada family; the head of the household was one Yamada Seiji, who happened to be Kyle's boss. Mr. Yamada was the man who told Kyle to work from home for a while, and while Kyle wasn't exactly ungrateful for the working "staycation," he was thoroughly ungrateful for all of the belittling and condescending remarks heaped upon him under the guise of innocent jokes. On top of that, Kyle was being paid a good deal less than his peers, who had similar levels of experience and education. Suffice it to say, Kyle didn't care for the man.
So it was that the translator-turned-vigilante shot Mr. Yamada's dog.
Kyle was trying to psyche himself up to confront his killer when he heard a dog bark, loud and close. He turned and noticed what house he was near. He also noticed that the dog (a bulldog) was barking in his direction. Sure, Kyle was invisible, but maybe the dog was still able to smell him. The animal took a step toward Kyle and barked at him repeatedly, slobbering on the ground. It wasn't on a leash. Kyle's eyes widened as it nudged open the gate between the yard and the sidewalk with another tentative step.
Wasn't there a rumor around the office that their dog tore the shit out of a little boy?
All of his resentment toward his boss and all his rage at the irresponsible people of the world welled up in Kyle and pressed on his chest from the inside. He started to reach for his x-gun. That dog could hurt somebody! It probably already did, and somehow it hadn't been put down! Hell, they didn't even have to have killed it; it was still their pet, and Kyle could understand that, but the animal should at least be secured. Wasn't Kyle already on his way to put down a dangerous animal? Hadn't he already killed five living creatures in self-defense that very night? Why not one more?
But there was still the guilt. Kyle's boss was an asshole, but he couldn't say the same about the rest of the Yamada family. And this was a dog, not an alien soldier. The dumb thing probably couldn't bite through Kyle's suit. Was it really right to kill this thing? Kyle sighed and took out his y-gun instead, making a compromise with himself. The dog needed to go (or so he told himself), and he really wanted to see whether or not the y-gun did anything besides shoot fancy nets...
Kyle backed away from the dog, slowly at first, then at a sprint. He found what he hoped was a sufficiently hidden spot and uncloaked, then calmly went back to the Yamada house. The dog got doubly pissed when it could finally see Kyle. He pointed the y-gun at the bulldog and locked onto it with the top trigger, deciding to give it one chance to not attack him.
It didn't take that chance, charging at Kyle. Was it just faking him out, or really attacking? Kyle didn't care anymore. He pulled the bottom trigger. A triangle of light caught the dog in mid-jump, carrying it backward a full three feet with a yelp before entangling it on the pavement. Kyle looked around. The street was deserted and the lights in the houses were all out. Apparently the neighbors were used to late-night incessant barking.
Kyle waited to make sure he was alone. He was. Now what? Maybe nothing, but he just had a hunch. He suddenly felt silly. Maybe he should just leave the poor animal tied up there, confused and whimpering, and let the cops deal with the killer. He decided that if his little experiment didn't do anything, he would just go home.
He pulled the bottom trigger on the y-gun. The dog unraveled into the sky on a thread of beautiful bright colors, and something in Kyle broke. He managed to reactivate his cloaking device and start walking away before he broke out laughing madly at the light-polluted sky as loud as he damn well pleased.
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-gun, y-gun, sword (x-rifle at home)
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Post by selloutboy on Jun 2, 2012 3:47:41 GMT -5
His name was Sato Daisuke. He'd been teaching high school Japanese grammar and literature for twenty years. He owned a large house on a spacious piece of property just outside of crowded Osaka; a fact made possible only by the small fortune he inherited from an aunt who died under mysterious circumstances. He enjoyed long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, and abducting women before psychologically torturing and finally murdering them in his spacious basement.
The morning after his first male victim vanished into thin air, Mr. Sato did his best to stay calm. Clearly, the best course of action would be to go to work as usual. Anything else would be suspicious. It wasn't like the woman locked in his basement was going anywhere.
The school day passed without incident, but for Mr. Sato it was almost unbearable. He constantly created and scrapped plans for dealing with his disappearing-dead-body situation. Meanwhile, half of the students had misunderstood the previous night's homework assignment, and it was hard to explain anything with his mind so occupied. And the glances from the other teachers that he would usually shrug off, the gestures which were in all likelihood meaningless, seemed nothing less than accusatory on this particular day.
After the school day had come to a close and the young women and men of Izumi High School had gone to their respective homes and extracurricular activities, Mr. Sato repressed his fears as well as he could and drove home, whistling all the while. He had his own extracurricular activities to enjoy.
When he turned on the basement lights, it appeared that he was alone. Another victim had disappeared.
From his home. While still alive.
Something seemed to catch in his throat. He just stood there, choking and sputtering, unable to respond to his discovery in any meaning way. "Something must be done," he finally muttered to himself. "Something must be done."
He started for the tool bench across the room, kept tantalizingly out of reach of any would-be escapee in the nearby homemade jail cell. He never got there. Something slammed into his body and wrapped around him like the world's fastest boa constrictor. He screamed in surprise. He couldn't move.
Someone spoke from behind him.
"Do you know T. S. Eliot? I'm rather fond of 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.' Tell me if you've heard this one before."
As he spoke, the person slowly circled around Mr. Sato until they were face to face. The boy whose neck he broke stood before him and grinned.
"Would it have been worth while, / To have bitten off the matter with a smile, / To have squeezed the universe into a ball / To roll it toward some overwhelming question, / To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead, / Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'—"
Kyle laughed, once, in self-amusement. Then his face was like stone.
"I don't think the mermaids will be singing for you."
Inventory: Suit, controller, x-gun, y-gun, sword (x-rifle at home)
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Post by Amphyess on Aug 7, 2012 12:07:15 GMT -5
Tsukasa woke up in his room which was directly above the restaurant he worked at. His boss who also lived there and was a good friend of Tachibana. "Hey Tsukasa get the fuck up already I need you to watch the shop.". Tsukasa got up and realized he still had his suit on, he quickly took it off and changed into a t-shirt and jeans; then went to the counter put on an apron. "So where you going granny." "To my nephew's wedding so I will be gone for about a week so you think you can watch the shop.". Tsukasa responded with a sure and waved her goodbye. Tsukasa then just stood there waiting for customers hoping some would be from that apartment especially Ichirou.
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