Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 16, 2012 1:43:44 GMT -5
Brock listened to Uzias ramble on. The odd man first gave him a look-over, before ranting about some childhood story. Some poor gal would be cursed for some weird shit alright. The portuguese was still rough on Brock's ears, as he tried to make out what was happening, while he raised one eyebrow in confusion and began to chuckle a little.
Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 16, 2012 1:58:33 GMT -5
"Man, My mother used to tell me those stories too, and never sold me on them. Having a good time is having a good time." Brock replied to the man in portuguese. As he continued to speak it, it got easier for him to get the sentence structures and pronunciations down, but he still wasnt a fast speaker.
Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 16, 2012 2:05:42 GMT -5
"Family matters" Brock said casually as he began to look around the room. Things still were really odd here, and at least they had one piece of the puzzle in, what the aliens seemed to be. Still, this was all a bit much to take in.
"Say, what were these...things able to do?" If Brock had to fight them, he might as well figure out what they could do ahead of time.
Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 16, 2012 2:13:54 GMT -5
"Im wearing what that ball gave us. Might as well use every advantage we get against fire-breathing headless women-mules. I never thought i'd ever have to say that in my lifetime." Brock calmly responded. He still was getting oriented.
It made sense, Uzias supposed. Without even saying goodbye to Brock he walked over to the black ball and found a suitcase that said "Uz".
Christ, it even knows my name. Just where the hell are we?
Uzias went to a hallway and started to put the suit over his clothes. He managed to get the boots on by taking off his shoes and he was able to get the gloves on with ease, unfortunately everything else was far too tight and wouldn't fit over his underpants.
It doesn't fit...oh well.
Uzias put the remaining pieces of the suit back into his briefcase and walked back to the black ball. Their were several guns on the racks. He picked up the gun that had an X shape and walked back to Brock.
"Yeah, the suit doesn't seem to fit me haha. Worst comes to worst, watch out for me alright?"
Uzias chuckled and sat himself down. He put his shoes and briefcase next to him and waited to see what would come next.
Buscapé couldn't help but laugh at how stupid the people who wore the gimp suits looked. No way in fucking hell was he putting one of those on. Ignoring the man in the ball for now, he turned over the gun in his hand. Two triggers... what was it? Looked like a fucking toy. He had half a mind to point it at someone and try pulling the triggers.
For now he resisted the urge, however strong it was, and grabbed another gun in his other hand. This had three prongs on it. It looked even less like a functional weapon than the other one.
James watched the situation unfold. Seeing everyone grab there cases reminded him of his camp. His mission was to return and, dead or alive, he planned on getting back to his group. He walked over to the ball and opened the case. Inside he found quite a few trinkets.
A black suit and a small controller. It looked like a wet suit, but the controller had a lot of exposed wiring and such, so why would they give them both at the same time. James looked around and saw that the kid had the gloves and boots on, but it didn't seem like much else. James took off his outfit in broad view of everyone else and put on the skin-tight suit.
He probably could have left his shirt on, but his other clothes were rather bulky, being military issue with a multi-tude of pockets. He put his outfit back on after he almost crushed himself into his suit. If he had the wrong suit, he wouldn't know it. But there weren't many in English so he had a good chance of picking the right one. He examined the small device that came in the suit back and played with the buttons a bit, trying to figure out what it was for.
Next, he heard someone talking about blood and information. The rest wasn't really clear, but those two words were important for mercenaries to know. When your buddy was bleeding out, you needed to know what to yell at the medic. And information was almost always power. He read the ball, but all he could make out was the word "Target" and the picture of the flaming horse. Whatever the situation, that was the target.
James took out a long barreled rifle-like weapon, being the most familiar to him, and a short x-shaped gun. One for close range, one for long. The rule was to always carry your back-up on your hip and your high-ranged on your back, and that is just what he did.
He kept fiddling with the small device before speaking out. "Anyone here speak English?" He spoke in a slow voice, to try to get the point across. He put his bullet proof vest back on over his shirt, his machete back on his waist, next to his short gun, slid his close quarters knife onto his waist belt and dropped the rest of his clothes, opening his brazillian dictionary. "Anyone. English. Speak?" His voice was choppy and his words were separated by long pauses as he looked up the next words. As he waited for his reply, he looked around the ball for ammo for the guns, looking for even where to put them in the new guns. He had no clue what to use them like, but he would figure it out soon.
Post by ashleysherrinjones on Sept 18, 2012 13:19:04 GMT -5
Mike was in shock to realize that someone actually spoke English, he didn't even respond to her question, until someone else asked this to.
Mike beamed a dashing smile at the women "I only speak English! How could you tell I wasn't from here, was it my fashion sense?" he chuckled. Turning his head to the man that asked if anyone spoke English "So whats going on, and what's in those boxes? Is it food, I could go for something to eat with a beautiful lady right now" he looked back to the women who spoke to him earlier "Had I or just died or appeared in a room full of foreigners....and hadn't been dressed like Rue Paul."
He put his hand out in a friendly manner to shake her hand "Mike, nice to meet you" With a big sappy gin on his face that could melt anyone's heart.
Inventory - Clothes
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2012 13:23:13 GMT -5 by ashleysherrinjones
The room was loud with noise. Discussion had burst from a once heavy silence. There was tension, animosity, and even a wave of calmness going around the room, but the calm must come before the storm and the storm was coming.
Outside a loud roar of lightning could be heard. As people went over to the window to examine what just happened they could see that it also began to pour. Rain feel from the heavens at a fast and heavy speed. In the confusion the ball shot out another beam of light.
"So it begins" said Heine as his body slowly vanished from head to toe.
"What the hell is goi-" Brock tried to scream before he disappeared as well.
"Oh my God, what's happening!?" Sandra shouted as Mike vanished.
James, saying nothing, left the room as well.
Sandra began to scream again, but she was gone soon enough.
Breno, Uzias, and Brett all disappeared immediately one after another giving none of them the proper time to react.
The room was empty save for a black ball and the newly appointed residents' night was just about to get even worse.
James and Brett One minute ago they were in a room filled with others and now they found themselves transferred to a field. It was raining heavily and the rain was slick and slippery. There was nothing in particular around them save for a river that seemed to go on very far. James and Brett were unable to determine how far it would go due to the dark night sky.
Heine and Brock Vampire and human, the two found themselves in a dark wet area. Behind them they could hear a river flowing and from the north they could hear close and bone chilling screams.
Uzias and Breno The last two to be transferred, Uzias and Breno found themselves in what appeared to be a church. There were three doors in the room they were in and judging from the windows it was clear that this was the main hall. On the back wall there was a cross with Jesus Christ on it. Underneath the figure of Christ was what appeared to be a lance.
Sandra and Mike Sandra and Mike had been conversing before the transfer began and now they found themselves in a dark unknown area. They were a river behind them and faint noises that sounded like screams ahead of them.
Buscapé gasped as everyone began disappearing into mid-air. 'What the fuck...' he murmured. Soon everyone was disappearing or gone but him and the middle-aged guy who had been chatting some shit about ghosts. Then the young man's vision began to blur, and then his view of the rom was replaced by the dim light of a what looked like a church. The drug dealer looked down and noticed half his body was missing! But there it was, materialising gradually.
'Fuckin' weird...' he muttered, watching until his whole body had appeared. Then he looked around. This was one weird night. Was he dead? Was this some afterlife? A pretty shitty afterlife if it was - it looked just like Earth! Then he remembered his traitorous fucking brothers. 'I'll fucking kill those little shits,' he thought in anger, and gritted his teeth.
To release some of his anger, he lifted one of the guns he had taken from the room 'til it pointed it at Jesus on the cross and pulled both triggers. 'Fuck you, useless asshole!' he yelled.
Inventory: flick knife, bit of meth, X-gun (right hand; he's just fired it), Y-gun (left hand)
Deleted: now who loves gantz more than me
Apr 14, 2016 14:24:26 GMT -5
Deleted: how many points are needed to revive this forum??
Apr 14, 2016 14:35:43 GMT -5
Fay: Shit, I think I ended up deleting rust a while back because I'm a dumb who doesn't know how to check the shout box. Thought rust was a bot since they didn't have any posts. I'm becoming more than a bot slayer. I'm becoming a monster. Garrgblaeeeehhhh
Jun 26, 2016 11:50:04 GMT -5
glent: Hello! I'm new here and I come from Brazil . This forum is active ?
Jul 11, 2016 9:46:07 GMT -5
Fay: Hey! This forum is pretty dead/not active unfortunately. No one other than myself really logs on anymore, except maybe one or two old members from time to time.
Jul 11, 2016 12:08:46 GMT -5
Fay: Note: However many million years it takes for Gantz: O to get released on DVD and subtitled. When it does: make a thread about it.
Jul 29, 2016 6:45:55 GMT -5
Fay: Just realized glent may actually be a bot in disguise using the shout box. It didn't spam anywhere else or have any ads on its profile or signature though, so leaving it around should be okay, no idea which new (once in a blue moon) user to trust anymore.
Jul 29, 2016 6:51:02 GMT -5
Haloninjaman808: Yo, Fay, if you ever do see this, give me admin if you can.
Sept 9, 2016 19:39:40 GMT -5
Fay: I did it, I think. Not sure which powers you have, though.
Sept 12, 2016 17:14:16 GMT -5
Deleted: Ended up here after binge reading the manga today. Done at 6AM! No regrets. That was one hell of a ride. Will be waiting for Gantz: O. Cheers!
Jan 13, 2017 6:33:34 GMT -5
Fay: Haha, that's awesome. Glad another person got to experience the manga. I've been meaning to re-read the manga myself. Now that I'm done with college I can find the time to do that. Also yeah Gantz: O looks pretty cool.
Jan 14, 2017 22:27:58 GMT -5
Fay: You can also post/comment on any topic you want it's just no one but myself will probably answer back. If you want to talk about the manga while it's still fresh in your mind or anything about it, I'll oblige you. I was really addicted to Gantz once
Jan 14, 2017 22:31:13 GMT -5
UlrichAcheronNacht: GANTZ AND BERSERK ARE MY LIFE, FAYFAY. I BLAME YOU FOR MY BERSERK ADDICTION.
Feb 27, 2017 15:14:54 GMT -5
Fay: Haha, I'd say it's a fine thing to be addicted to, at least.
Mar 2, 2017 0:10:56 GMT -5