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<You are Erick Vanders, assistant manager at WalMart Supercenter in Washington DC. Or so you were, until an untimely death saw the end of your normal life. Now, you find yourself trapped, along with several others, in an unforgiving death game orchestrated by an enigmatic black sphere known only as Gantz. Its rules are simple: hunt and kill monsters, aliens, from other worlds before the time limit, or be killed by them. With the promise of a way out, and Gantz's technologically advanced arsenal as your driving force, can you live through the agony of life after death? Or will your mind and body break like the hundreds of others that lived before you?>

<Can you survive Gantz?>

QM's Twitter: https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gantz
Character Sheets: https://pastebin.com/YFCPB2ax
Equipment & Special Menu: https://pastebin.com/YzeFUVaN

Rules:
1. Rolls will be counted on a best of 3 basis for the first 3 posts.
2. Waiting time for votes will count for 20 min, unless 5 or more votes are submitted at which I will count the most popular.
3. Write In are integrated into the narrative, so long as they're not too out of character or retarded.
4. For further explanation into the rules, follow the link to the pastebin.

Rules & Slice of Life System: https://pastebin.com/0yD1QpMu
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>Chat with someone, pass the time over the phone (Carol)

You think it's a strange thing to be calling someone in the middle of the night. At the same time, you also figure that Carol probably isn't someone who's too socially active in the middle of the night. Then again, neither do you, or at least anymore after your party days in college. Whatever the case, it might just do you both a bit of social aid to speak over the phone, even if it is at an odd time.

After a few moment, the ringing tone in your phone subsides and you hear a slightly surprised "Hello?" coming from the other end.

"Hey Carol," you say, trying to sound friendly, "How you doing?"

"I'm fine," she replies in kind, "kind of tired after homework, but fine all the same. What's the sudden call for Erick?"

>Her, and how she may be dealing with the aftermath of you and Paula's talk with her
>Gantz, and what she probably thinks about it and the game itself
>One of your teammates, and probably try to see if you can help her get along with them better (Specify)
>Write In
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>>2389302
>Her, and how she may be dealing with the aftermath of you and Paula's talk with her
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>>2389302
>Gantz, and what she probably thinks about it and the game itself
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>>2389302
>>Her, and how she may be dealing with the aftermath of you and Paula's talk with her
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>>2389324
>>2389351

>>Her, and how she may be dealing with the aftermath of you and Paula's talk with her

2 votes for this one, writing.
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>>2389388
1/2 Trust (Carol Adams)

"Well, it's a topic of concern, at least to me," you reply over the phone, "I was kind of worried about that talk we had on Monday, regarding the end of the second hunt. Just checking in to see how you're dealing with it and if you want to talk further about it."

You hear a slight sigh over the other end before Carol responds.

"I'm...dealing with it, slowly," she states, a bit of a nervous lisp over the tone, "I'm not angry at you or Paula anymore, but I still can't get those guys out of my head. I don't know what to do, honestly..."

"Remember what we talked about Carol," you say, trying to be as soothing in your tone as possible, "We're here for you if you ever need to talk about it. Hell, I'm calling you about it now, aren't I?"

There's a slight chuckle over the line, to which you smile before Carol's voice returns to the call.

"Well...if you're up to listen," she says, still a little nervous, "But, let me move to a new room, since Grandma and my brother are still down here."

<April 19th, Thursday 11:00 PM>

There was slight lull in Carol's voice as she explained her stance on the night she died. She was scared, confused, and very impatient on what to do about those men. After your talk with her on Monday, Carol was at odds on what to do about them and how she would have to eventually see one of those men once again during the next hunt.There were still hints of rage in her voice whenever she mentioned the Bloods, yet in a way you used this to your advantage in trying to coax her out of that mentality.

You played to a bit of her rage, letting her know that his friend had already payed the price for it and that the other one would soon be in that same decision. But also emphasized that her own hands mustn't be stained with blood, no matter how horrible the person was. You knew this full well considering what you did in the first hunt.

While you don't arrive to a conclusion to her unsure thoughts, you nonetheless managed to at least ease her mind for a bit. For what it's worth, at least she would be sleeping with a clear head tonight. After saying your goodbyes, you turn to look at your phone's clock and see that a little over 2 hours has passed.

'No work tomorrow, but I'm getting a little sleepy...'

>Sleep early, and maybe invite someone for breakfast in the morning (Specify)
>Do a quick search on Stheno oir the letter, online
> - Psychic - Cognition to give yourself 2 more hours of activity time.
>Write In
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>>2389447
> - Psychic - Cognition to give yourself 2 more hours of activity time.

Can't really argue with more free time.
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>>2389447
>>Do a quick search on Stheno oir the letter, online
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>>2389447
> - Psychic - Cognition to give yourself 2 more hours of activity time.
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>>2389447
>Quick search online
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>>2389447
>> - Psychic - Cognition to give yourself 2 more hours of activity time.
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>>2389492
>>2389560
>>2389625
OOC: Sorry about the wait time, solving an internet issue with Verizon.

> - Psychic - Cognition to give yourself 2 more hours of activity time.
3 votes, Writing
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>>2389633

'The day's not over yet,' you think, rising from your bed with a bit of unsound vigor, 'Just got to keep my cool, and focus on what I'll do next.'

A bit of your mind begins to surge as you make your decision to stay up longer, and hopefully retain your mental focus throughout the night. Or at least not cause you to collapse mid-stride.

>Roll1d20 +2 WIL to focus your mind for the night beyond normal standards.
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Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2389654
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Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2389654
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Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2389654
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Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2389654
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>>2389673
>>2389688
>>2389695

Dat 18 will do it. Writing
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>>2389698
Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
+2 Hours before sleep
(Cognition Activated - Attention) No penalties for staying up late.

You steel yourself as you head to the restroom to wash your face. It's always been a method to stay awake during your college days, during long cramming sections. If you can buy a bit more time for yourself here, then it's probably a good idea to try to stave yours sleepiness a little better. Cold water has that effect on you it seems.

You head out of the bathroom with a bit more clarity of mind, ready to meet the challenges of staying up late. In this, you also focus yourself a bit more to retain your attention in your late night activities. At the same time, you also feel a slight tingle in your left temple as you try to focus your mind for the night. As you massage that portion of your temple, your vision becomes a bit clearer, and the sleepy haze begins to lift from your mind. It's almost as if you drank a thing of black coffee in the early morning, yet without the bitter tang of its flavor or the buzz in the back of your throat.

'Let's see what else we can get done tonight.'

>Contact Stheno, and see if she's able to help you out a bit more
>Look up more of the letter, maybe you'll find more online today
>Look up gantz online again, you didn't look that hard last time so maybe...
>Write In
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>>2389744
>Look up more of the letter, maybe you'll find more online today

No one threatens us and gets away with it.
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>>2389744
>>Contact Stheno, and see if she's able to help you out a bit more
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>>2389744
>Look up more of the letter, maybe you'll find more online today

Did we even know who sent it?
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>>2389756
>>2389776
>Look up more of the letter, maybe you'll find more online today

2 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2389776
No it only had a spiral pattner in it. Also i don't know why we are looking into it. Let it find us. Although it could go after Paula or the otber members.

>>2389744
>Write In: Work on making the presentation you will give to Sam for your idea. If you start it now and revise it during the week you will manage to make a sensible presentation and maybe impress him?
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>>2389756
>>2389776

You look over the letter again, making sure to catch any extraneous detail you may have missed. It remains the same as before however, as you look over the main paragraphs. The letter still details a schedule of time of the last two weeks, both involving your disappearance to the game during your two hunts around 6:00 PM, as well as the time you got back to your apartment, at 12 to 1 AM. It seems almost esoteric to look up, but maybe you can cross reference the times on it with available times for mailing services. Though, this could take a while.

Then there's that weird schematic or 3D symbol at the bottom of the letter, with that strange spiral staircase pattern on it. You can't make too much on it, yet this remains your closest clue you may have to finding out what's going with the letter. Maybe you can upload an image of it online and see if anyone knows anything about it?

Then, there's the mention of Gantz itself at the end of the letter. It is still surreal to see that name plastered on the paper, and it remains equally curious as well as terrifying to know someone may know about the Gantz's existence. You only gave a cursory glance to searching out Gantz itself, yet you're somewhat scared to do so given the knowledge that Paula imparted last night. Though...if someone already knows about Gantz not in the game...what does this mean exactly?

>Cross reference the times, though you might not finish tonight
>Upload that image to a forum, see if anyone knows about it
>Look up Gantz, but this time be more thorough

>>2389823
OOC: Would you object to me having this as a choice for tomorrow after the morning?
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>>2389866
>Upload image
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>>2389866
>>Upload that image to a forum, see if anyone knows about it
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>>2389866
No boss i wouldn't object about it.

>Cross reference the times, though you might not finish tonight

posting the image online will just attract unwanted attention.
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>>2389866
>Upload that image to a forum, see if anyone knows about it

>>2389890
We won't get any info from any other method either. We probably got a tap on our laptop, so we're going to attract attention anyways.
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>>2389899
You know i wonder if the FBI monitoring our us will end up dead. Because everyone that digs about gantz ends up dying in a way and if they see our computer info (which yes they definetly hacked) they will see this thing about gantz and start doing their on research and then end up dying.
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>>2389880
>>2389881
>>2389899

>Upload that image to a forum, see if anyone knows about it

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2389940

Utilizing your smartphone's camera, you take a snap-shot of the symbol on the letter, making sure to crop around any other information around it. Getting a USB cable, you upload the image to your computer and save it immediately to your images folder.

'Now...what's the one place in the internet where people can't stop talking about really dumb, cryptic shit...'

<April 19th, Thursday 1:00 AM>

It was exactly a month ago that you last entered Reddit. You personally found it a strange, though not as odd as 4chan, place where people were masqueraded as both idiots and geniuses whenever someone made a new post. It seemed almost too appropriate, that you found yourself at one of the subreddits for something very much strange.

You found yourself staring at the 'What is this?' subreddit, and it had taken about 30 minutes before the first reply arrived. Though given the state of the subreddit, and the posts therein, it didn't really surprise you with how slow it seemed to be around midnight.

<Seems like some weird holographic card or something. Maybe a detail of a black hole or whirlpool or something?>

You didn't really expect the most out of the first reply, but jotted down the possibility of the symbol from it. The next two however, were a bit more immediate.

<It's gotta be some some code or encryption. Give me a minute, I'll run it through a sound decryption program.>

<I hate these guessing games. Wake me up when you guys find something.>

The last one gets voted down to oblivion as time goes on in the thread. 10 minutes later, the sound encryption guy comes back.

<Continued>
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>>2390004
> <I hate these guessing games. Wake me up when you guys find something.>
>Wake me up

I can't wake up.
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<Continued>

<It wasn't a sound encryption, but a distorted image. Someone really liked their
photoshop.>

You see link in his post that leads you a strange image. It's a strange oval shape, that meets at a bottom tip, with two large circles near its center. Hundreds of lines delineate it, almost giving it a sense of depth as you look at it. If you had to guess on it, the image almost looks like a head. A post arrives right as you try to get a better look at it.

<Great, another image to identify. At least it looks like something this time.>

It's the same guy who posted earlier about waking him up. Why the hell is he staying on the board if it's gonna make him this bored? Hell, why is he posting if he's not even contributing anything to it? You give it the first downvote and stay on the board for a while longer.

It's been almost two hours since you started your search, and for the last hour there has been no legitimate information besides just the general speculation. Theories range on what the image is from a symbol of a religious order, to a misprint of a trading card. As soon as you're about to call it a night however, and swear off on reddit for a good long while again, a strange post comes onto the thread.

<Ain't that ArA's logo? But like, edgier and without the details?>

You almost dismiss the post as more needless speculation, before several other users reply with varying degrees of interest. While it's nothing special again, the reply from the ArA poster makes you furrow your brow.

<ArA, as in Aliens R' Alive? It was some really weird, alien conspiracy group back when aliens sightings were a thing in the early 2000s. I remember seeing their blog back in 2003, but it's been offline since 2012. Always went there for their crack-job stories and theories, but I guess no one really remembers them. Pretty sweet nostalgia OP, but why was it encrypted?>

'Aliens R' Alive?,' you think, blinking in disbelief and amusement, 'What the fuck kind of 90s sci-fi cartoon did this letter get out of?'

It's at this time however, that your mind begins to get a little hazy, and your eyes get a little heavier. Whatever focus you had, begins to fade as you go to shut off your laptop for the evening. You desperately want to keep going, yet you head to bed before you eventually collapse.

<April 20th, Friday 8:00 AM>

You awake surprisingly well, given your late night stay. Checking over your phone for the time, you also see that you actually managed to wake up early as well. It seems surreal to be able to be as spry as you are early in the morning, yet you're not gonna complain.

'No work today, so may as well get some other things done before the meeting.'

>Look up ArA, and see what's going on with them
>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
>Contact Stheno, try and see if you can get more training from her
>Write in
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>>2390136
>>Contact Stheno, try and see if you can get more training from her
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>>2390136
>Look up ArA, and see what's going on with them

Can't just dump this bomb on us and not expect us to try and look it up.
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>>2390136
>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
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>>2390174
>>2390196
>>2390259

Three-way tie between all of the major options.

Tiebreaker this one for me guys.
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>>2390174
Going with Stheno while we have a stalker following us is a bad idea. Besides we cab practice telekinesis and mind reading by ourselfs.

We should bother Stheno only when we hit a wall
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>>2390275
Fuck it i will pick the ArA option although i know it's a bad idea.Maybe if the FBI is monitoring us they will start doing something about this guy.
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>>2390289
Tiebreaker chosen. Writing.
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>>2390300

After making breakfast, you bring over your plate of sausage and mushroom omelette to your laptop and head back to last night's subreddit and the subsequent posts.The majority of the board was in the dark about the group, even the guy who figured out the distorted image, yet most of the replies to the questions are made by the same user who made the ArA discovery.

The majority of the posts are regarding information about the group itself, how they got started and what it was that they did exactly when they were active. The majority of it reads as a typical blog back in the 2000s, but the juicy information came from the links the user provided. With several dozens of them leading to different sites, you decide to take out a tea-bag and a fork for the long info-gathering ahead.

<April 20th, Friday 10:00 AM>

It takes about 2 hours to compile all of the available sources of information on hand, but you manage to do it as effectively as possible. Most of the links lead to articles or blog posts on third-party sites you've never seen before, as well as posts on forum boards several years old that have either been saved via screen capture or archived in a database.

From what you gathered from the sites, the group began in 2002, by a man named Walter Allens and his wife Olivia Proszt, as an extraterrestrial news group and cryptozoology watch. On 2003, they had received several more members into their fold and expanded to a blog site in March of that year. For more than eight years, they reported on several supernatural findings, cryptid sightings, and alien stories that would make national inquirer look credible. However, it was in early 2012, that they began shifting their focus more towards aliens and abductions, though with only three articles in subsequent month to go on, you can only assume so much.

Though, not long after they posted their final article, detailing something about a string of connected murders and an alien beacon relay or something, you notice that they go off the web almost immediately after reporting this. The reddit user details that April 5th of 2012 was the day that their blog was also taken down, not one week after their last article. The majority of their members names are lined in shadows however, and you can't find anymore information through their initial members.

It would seem like a cruel joke to lump such a strange group with an actual person that encoutered several aliens in his lifetime. It also seems like a much crueler joke to know that this group may not only be still alive, but have turned somewhat violent given their threatening letter.

'Just had to keep digging, huh, Erick?' you chide yourself, as swirl in your chair, 'At least we've got something to go on...'

>Hang out with someone, (Specify)
>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
>Contact Stheno, try and see if you can get more training from her
>Write in
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>>2390406
>>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
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>>2390406
>>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
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>>2390406
>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.
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>>2390454
>>2390460
>>2390480

>Work on making the presentation, you will give to Sam for your idea.

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2390489

Putting aside your notes on ArA, you move to a small work portfolio you keep under your desk. You've never actually used it, since the only piece of information Wal-Mart ever gave you was the instruction manual, so it remained pristine in your desk. Not any longer, as you take out the worker's manual and start looking over any legal or safety guidelines that you might need to follow in order to get that idea of yours past Sam.

At the same time, you start up powerpoint on your laptop and get started on the format for your eventual presentation. This whole process is going to take you probably more than just today, so you take your time with it as you go along.

>Roll1d20 +3 INT to get to work on your proposal.
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Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2390498
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Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2390498
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Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2390498
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>>2390527
nice
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>>2390527
>>2390502
>>2390528
DAT 20 THO. Writing.

You won't finish it on one day, but you'll get something better once it's done.
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>>2390533
+1 INT

<April 20th, Friday 12:00 PM>

There's working diligently, and there's being able to speed-read 10 pages of work jargon in under 2 hours. The manual states that most employee inquiries would need to be submitted the HR department, except the assistant managers who can just submit them straight to the floor or store manager. You also note that creating suggestions for employee bonuses can be done directly through a manager in question, so long as the party is another manager as well.

Technically speaking, this was legal for you to do, and potentially easier so long as you scheduled a meeting with Sam the next time you saw him. Of course, it would need to get approved by your district manager as well, but you were doing this more as a means of having Sam look at you with a bit interest rather than realistically making change. If you could do it though, you wouldn't mind it.

While Sam may have put you on the spot as a temporary measure, you figure that creating a presentation document like this will serve to dissuade any more doubts about your promotion. If anything, it'll show him that you have much more gumption that Ryan's lazy bonus system. While you don't finish it up, you at least make good progress on it while detailing aspects of the manual in it as well.

It's not until your stomach starts rumbling for lunch that you decide to stop working on the presentation. Given the amount of effort and diligence you worked it with, this shouldn't take you less than another session to finish.

'Now...let's see about getting some grub.'

>Call someone for lunch, (Specify)
>Contact Allie, see if she has any connection to the ArA, you still got her business card after all
>Contact Stheno, try and see if you can get more training from her
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>>2390570
>>Contact Allie, see if she has any connection to the ArA, you still got her business card after all
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>>2390570

Alright guys, gonna call it here for now. Getting sleepy and I am heading to work early tomorrow.

Choose your option and I will count the first 5 this Saturday.

We will continue on Saturday at 12:00 PM EST.

Anyways, have a good evening /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
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>>2390570
>Contact Allie, see if she has any connection to the ArA, you still got her business card after all

Hey, hopefully she'll be glad we called. And not too angry about rejecting her in the bank.
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>>2390570

>Call someone for lunch, (Paula)

Cops do take breaks to eat rigth?
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>>2390609
>>2390575
You guys already forgot that we can't tell people about gantz? I say we ignore this guys but warn everyone in our group about then
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>>2390615
Yeah...you're right...

Ok, supporting your choice. Lunch with the waifu.
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>>2390578
Why do we always roll so well when I comes to work
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>>2390570
>Call someone for lunch, (Specify)
Paula
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>>2390645
Erick is a man of his craft. His very minimum wage craft, but dedicated nonetheless.
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>>2390645
Erick is a very passionate and dedicated man. His problem was that he used all that to make parties instead of studying.
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>>2390570
>>Contact Stheno, try and see if you can get more training from her
psychic shit, dudes
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Hey QM, you gonna add new equipment to the quest?
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>>2391343
He already has added upgrades. We just don't know about the other equipment in the room.
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>>2390570
>>Call someone for lunch, (Specify)
Paula
We need to relax and take a break from this X-Files shit
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>>2393583
>>2390610
>>2390644
>>2393583
>>2390666

You dial up Paula's number as you head out to your car. There's more camaraderie in eating with someone else, than yourself, though you hope that Paula's schedule will give her enough time. The tone on the other line changes as you reach your car.

"Hey Erick, what's up?," she responds over the phone, "Good timing too, I was just about to call you about that restraining order."

"Oh cool," you state, somewhat relieved that she'd made progress on that, "yeah, I may have something to that effect. You want to talk about it in person over some lunch?"

"Sure, but you'll have to give me a bit," she says, somewhat happy, "they got me filing reports today, can you believe that? Either way, meet me down by the Noodles and Company near K north west in about 40 minutes. Gotta get back to work, see you then."

'Guess it's a lunch date,' you think to yourself as you turn off your phone and start up your car.

<April 20th, Friday 12:45 PM>

It was a little over ten minutes after you had arrived to the noodles restaurant that you spotted a police sedan just outside of the glass window you were near. From it, you saw Paula emerge in that very familiar blue colored police suit. It suddenly dawned on you that you hadn't seen her in that outfit since your initial meeting, oddly enough aided by it when she tried to pry you out of the asphalt.

She gave you a wave as she entered the restaurant, with you waving right back as she approached your table.

"Hey Erick, ready to get some food?", shes asks, motioning you to the registers, "Lucky for you, and me, my partner on has to join me on patrol and not on my lunch break. Now, what is this about the woman stalking you?"

>Assumption, Allie's possible connection to ArA, and how they may be more violent now
>Small Facts, all information confirmed about Allie, and who she is.
>Potential truth, ArA itself and their possible involvement with Gantz.
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>>2395105
>Assumption, Allie's possible connection to ArA, and how they may be more violent now

Let's hope this is true though...
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>>2395105
>Small Facts, all information confirmed about Allie, and who she is.
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>>2395162
>>2395219

OOC: If there are no more replies within 10 minutes, I will roll for one of the two choices here.

1 - >Assumption, Allie's possible connection to ArA, and how they may be more violent now

2 - >Small Facts, all information confirmed about Allie, and who she is.
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>>2395105
>>Assumption, Allie's possible connection to ArA, and how they may be more violent now
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>>2395162
>>2395283
>Assumption, Allie's possible connection ArA and how they may be more violent now

2 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2395283

You sit down with Paula at a nearby table to wait for your food to arrive. There's a lull around you as some people stare at you both, probably estranged to see a civilian with a police officer. Paula doesn't seem to pay it too much mind as she settles down on her chair.

"Before we get started on anything, I should show you this," you state, pulling out the ArA letter, "got this on Wednesday, the day that reporter tailed me in the bank. Now call it a crazy assumption, but the timing for this seems too perfect right after that reporter told me 'you'll see soon enough why'."

Paula looks over the letter, attempting to discern anything on her own. Her eyes widen as you see them get to the last portion of the letter.

"They know about it?" Paula says, looking back at you somewhat concerned, "How is that possible? Dante said that no one but the people in the game could know about it."

"It gets weirder, just wait," you say as you pull out your phone, and look up some the remaining ArA articles, "found out yesterday night, that that weird 3D logo thing on the letter is a symbol for a group known as Aliens R Alive. They sounded like some conspiracy theory, UFO sighting weirdos but if this letter can be connected to the reporter, then she can be connected back to this group."

"Whoever it is, they're making this all sound more dangerous than it needs to be," Paula replies, handing you back the letter, "Well, if we can make a direct connection to her with this letter, then I can get that restraining order done by early tomorrow. Though, given the strangely accurate time-schedule and the mention of Gantz, it could bring up more questions to the authorities. What do you want to do Erick?"

>Search, find Allie and confront her about the letter with Paula
>Divide, do not bring up the letter, but confront Allie anyways
>Speculate, let the other officers handle this with Paula at the helm
>Write In
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>>2395404
>>Search, find Allie and confront her about the letter with Paula
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>>2395404
>Search, find Allie and confront her about the letter with Paula
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>>2395404
>Search, find Allie and confront her about the letter with Paula
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>>2395438
>>2395449
>>2395471

>>Search, find Allie and confront her about the letter with Paula

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2395438
>>2395449
>>2395471

<April 20th, Friday 1:00 PM>

After finishing your lunch, Paula informed you that she would need to file a suspicious person's report to her superiors if you were going to go after Allie. For this, you would need a location to where she could be. In spite of the inherent risk, you brought out her business card and dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Allie," her voice replied, "Who is this? If this is about a newsletter interview, then I am not interested."

"This is Erick," you say over the line, "I got your letter, and I want to talk. Somewhere, private."

"I knew you'd turn around eventually," Allie says, growing a snide tone in her voice, "Alright, meet me by my place near Dupont, it's the large apartment named 1500 in 30 min. Also, sorry about the wording, but I assure you I mean no harm."

The call ends, and Paula heads to her car to look up the address.

"I'll be right behind you, alright?" she says, getting her GPS set up, "I'll enter in not two minutes after you to not make her suspicious. Also, send a text over the phone if things get dicy, and I will have a squad sent to her place within 30 seconds."

"Hopefully it won't get that terrible," you say, moving towards your own car, "Personally, I just want to stop worrying about this so much already."


<April 20th, Friday 1:30 PM>

The apartment itself wasn't too difficult to find, though the traffic getting there certainly didn't help. You park your car near one of the curbs, and head inside. The lobby itself isn't too special, certainly not as large or pristine as Yukino's apartment, yet it does have a receptionist area.

"Welcome to the 1500th," the receptionist lady says, "Are you expected or looking for a-"

"Sorry, kind of in a hurry," you cut her off a little abruptly, "There's an Allie Pierce that's expecting me, and I am a little late to our meeting. Could you point me in her direction?"

There's a slight pause in the receptionist as she reaches for the buzzer. Sure enough, there's a reply from Allie, and she motions you towards the elevator.

"Floor 3, suite 10," she says, as the elevator doors open. You head inside, mark up her floor, and wait for the moment of truth.

'Alright, where do we start with this one...?' you think as the elevator rises, 'Paula's only giving me so much time before she arrives...'

>Confrontation, what is her connection to ArA?
>Inquire, what is she looking for but keep the conversation away from Gantz.
>Request, let the charges go, but only if she agrees to never speak to you again.
>Write in
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>>2395586
>Confrontation, what is her connection to ArA?
I think it's time we grab the bull by the horns.
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>>2395586
>Confrontation, what is her connection to ArA?
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>>2395586
>>Confrontation, what is her connection to ArA?
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>>2395631
>>2395645
>>2395688

>Confrontation, what is her connection to ArA?

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2395645

The elevator doors open up to reveal a carpeted hallway with several doors on both ends. Heading right to find suite 10, you instinctively make for the door bell next to the frame. Seconds after a shout of 'be right there!' is made, Allie opens the door and welcomes you in.

"You really had me worried there in the bank," she says, leading you into the apartment, "take a seat on one of the stools, and I'll get you something to tide you over for a bit. Soda, water, beer, what would you like?"

"Water's fine for now," you say nonchalantly, and head to one of the stools near her kitchen. Looking around, while she gets some water, you notice the apartment itself is quite clean in spite of how average the exterior looked. If anything, it spoke of Allie's ability to retain order within her home, but everything else here seemed almost too ordinary from what you expected.

"Here you go," Allie says, placing a glass of water on the table, "I don't like DC's tap, it's too murky, so I use bottled stuff only. Anyways, let's cut to the chase and start off our little talk. Being a gracious host, I'll let you ask the first question."

Allie takes out her phone, and presses one of the apps to a recording microphone. There's no doubt she wants proof of her meeting today, though you're not here to give her anything useful. She places her phone on the middle of the table as she takes a seat and looks at you intently from the other side of the table.

"First off," you say, pulling out the letter, "You already confirmed this was yours, so let's not beat around the bush. What's your connection to ArA? Don't try to deny it, I already looked up the little symbol you placed on here."

"Wow, you're smarter than what I gave you credit for," she says, laughing in slight amusement, "I confess Erick, I am wholly connected to Aliens R. Alive, or rather I would be if the group was still alive. As of right now, its members are all dead or missing, which is why I need your cooperation so the same doesn't happen to you. Simply put, you're in danger Erick, and I want to help you if you can help me."

"In danger of what?", you ask incredulously, "You only gave me a weird time sheet of dates and times and that cryptic message at the end that I would talk if I valued my life. You can't expect someone to cooperate if you're this mysterious about it."

"I understand the confusion so I will explain it to you, but it's a bit of a long story," she starts, "if you're the person I think you are, then I think I can trust you enough to tell you. I want you on my side after all, so mutual backscratching as it were."

<Continues>
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>>2395796

"In 2011, I was offered a job out of High School to help out as an editor for a website, the ArA blog. I didn't really care too much about it, the whole alien conspiracy thing wasn't really on my radar to begin with and they were paying me enough for me to just shrug off their eccentricity. Though, the more I looked into it, and the more of their stories I read, the sheer fervor of their writing made me question whether or not it was all true."

"Simply put, I got hooked on their crazy," she continues, looking back at her phone, "by 2012, I began to do some digging of my own into their theories. The old articles were as fabricated and sensationalist as National Inquirer, but around February of that year, I began to notice something that made everything seem a bit more credible."

"The wrote on a strange set of disappearances that took place in New York that winter, where 4 teenagers were discovered to have miraculously survived the scene of a horrible car accident. 1 week later, those same kids were found dead in a similar car accident. I would have wrote it off as some strange coincidence, until I began to see the pattern of disappearances for other victims in that city within the next month."

"It was around late March when a strange word began circulating in the articles: Gantz. The administrators had received a tip from an anonymous source about a strange occurrence in New York with that word plastered near the top. In every article until April, they spoke about nothing but Gantz, and some junk about an alien transmitter or relay in their last article."

"I came into the office that very same week, and found no one there at the office," Allie says, not moving her eyes from yours, "I found out later that day that they all died in a car accident coming home from work. They fit the pattern of the disappearances, and so do you. Erick, please, I want to help you, but you have to let me know what you know. What is Gantz?"

You don't get a chance to reply as a loud knock on the door interrupts you both.

"Is this the residence of Allie Pierce?" you hear beyond the door, "We were alerted of suspicious activity in this apartment. Please, open the door."

'Shit...'

>Stall, give Allie time to hide
>Open the door, you got what you wanted
>Feign an attack, try to get the police to aid you
>Write in
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>>2395915
>Write in
"Sorry Allie, if you care about your life, my life and the lives of others you should drop this and stay away."
Then open the door.
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>>2395944
This for sure.
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>>2395944
Ditto but "it's not part of some greater conspiracy it's just regular people doing what they can to help people"
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>>2395944
Suppporting.
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>>2395944
>>2395958
>>2395963
>>2395969

4 votes for write in. Writing.
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>>2395944
>>2395958
>>2395963
>>2395969

-2 Trust (Allie Pierce)

"What?" Allie blurts out, and then moves towards you, "Where you followed or something?! No...don't tell me you..."

Allie's gaze lingers on you with growing rage, yet it is interrupted by a heavy knock on the door.

"Allie Pierce, we know you're in there," the officer on the other side commands again, "Open the door at once or you will be further charged with obstruction of justice."

In the time Allie's distracted by their command, you make your way from her. You ignore her calls and shouts to you, each getting more desperate or distraught as the second goes on. Before you open the door however, you turn around to give her one last piece of advice.

"Sorry Allie," you state to her outraged face, "if you care about your life, my life and the lives of others you should drop this and stay away. It's not part of some greater conspiracy it's just regular people doing what they can to help other people."

<Continued>
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<Continued>

<April 20th, Friday 4:00 PM>

The police entered Allie's apartment the instant you opened the door, and apprehended her. She tried to run, but they easily caught up to her. As she was taken away, you noticed that she had been smart enough to pocket her phone before the police could get to her.

The officers didn't take you into custody, probably at Paula's request, yet they made it a point of asking why you were there to begin with. Your answers were brief and concise, only saying you were there as a result of a phone call, saying nothing of the letter itself or Gantz. They nonetheless took you down to the station to have you affirm their suspicions about Allie, though you requested to take your car there at least.

A few hours later, you found yourself at the parking depot with Paula, a signed copy of an arrest warrant in her hand.

"Can't believe they decided to keep her overnight", Paula asks, looking over the arrest warrant, "Her testimony is not gonna hold up in any court, but of course that's only if you want to press further charges. How much...did she really know?"

"Can't really say honestly, but she was on the right track," you say, looking out to your car, "She didn't know anything about the ball itself, but she must have been studying it for a while to know about the week pattern and the way it kills people. Though, she said the articles detailing the disappearances were around since 2012...How long has that thing been around?"

"It's honestly been bothering me for a bit too," Paula replies, looking inquisitively at you, "Then there's that other thing about it happening in New York, which can only mean that...there's more than one of those balls around. This whole thing...it's making me really uneasy."

Your train of thought is interrupted by a message on your phone. It's Yukino, asking where you are and that's she's home alone at the moment.

"FUCK, I totally forgot!", you say, with Paula looking at it as well, "I got to get there now, I'll see you later Paula!"

'Damnit...I am so sorry Yukino...'

>Make it up to her, get her some dinner of her choice
>Push it, and speed to her condo ASAP
>Head back home, get your Gantz gear but you'll arrive a little later
>Write In
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>>2396183
OOC: Heading to the gym. I'll back in a few, so make your choice in the meantime.
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>>2396183
>Make it up to her, get her some dinner of her choice
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>>2396183
>Make it up to her, get her some dinner of her choice

There is no way that gantz would call us in the middle of the week...right?
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>>2396183
>Make it up to her, get her some dinner of her choice
We can probably practice psy instead of gear stuff anyways
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>>2396205
>>2396208
>>2396216

Wow, you guys got fast and decisive.

>Make it up to her, get her some dinner of her choice

3 votes for this. Writing as soon as I get back from the gym.
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>>2396216
Out of our hime we can do that since we can be sure thay Yukino's house doesn't have hidden cameras. So we can work on our flashier powers
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2396239
roll for bolivar's gains, everyone
best of three
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>>2396239
It's what i do normaly so it's almost second nature to me
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2396239
>>2396260
Rolling
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2396239
Rollin' for your gains Bolivar
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>>2396390
>>2396377
>>2396260
DAT 13 will actually be alright. Gains are made slow.

OOC: I'll post in 20 min, I got to take a shower.
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>>2396205
>>2396208
>>2396216

You barely catch the 'See you there!' from Paula as you head to your car and begin speeding towards Yukino's condo. In between the running and the speeding you take out your phone and immediately call her.

"Hello?", her voice reaches you, "Erick? Why didn't you pick me up from school? I tried calling you, but the calls didn't get through for some reason."

"Hey, sorry about that Yukino," you say, and chide the police's investigation for taking so long and probably blocking phone signals, "Listen, I am on my way to your house right now, so don't worry. Want me to pick you up anything on the way? My treat, and sorry gift for taking so long, but I'll tell you everything when I get to your house."

"Hmm, alright, deal," she replies back, "I love Chick Fil' A, so could you please get me one of their chicken tender meals?I've been eating those granola bars dad takes home from work, but they're not filling."

"Sure, no problem!" you reply back, "I'll be right there in a flash, just hang tight and stop eating those granola bars."

Yukino gives you a 'Mhm', and ends the call. You head to the closest Chick Fil' A and hope to god the drive-through isn't filled...

<April 20th, Friday 4:20 PM>

You arrive to the Bader Condominium in record time, though you think you ran a red-light and threatened a few people in the drive through window to be a bit faster with your order. Upon entering Yukino's home, you're greeted by a warm hug and almost fall over with the small bag of Chick Fil' A in your hands. Setting it down on the table for her, you go to the sofa to take a small breather from all of the hustle of getting here.

"Thanks Erick," Yukino says, as she begins unloading the bag on the kitchen table, "So, what happened? Why didn't you pick me up?"

'Oh boy, here's a long story...'

>Tell her everything, including the part about Allie knowing about Gantz
>Tell her almost everything, except the part about Allie knowing Gantz, and the police investigation
>Tell her the broad strokes, that it was a now resolved issue you and Paula took care of
>Write In
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>>2396862
>Broad strokes
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>>2396862
>Tell her everything, including the part about Allie knowing about Gantz
But emphasize the life threading danger of talking or mentioning Gantz to anyone.
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>>2396862
>Tell her everything, including the part about Allie knowing about Gantz
Just treat her like a person, she should know.
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>>2396878
>>2396882

>Tell her everything, including the part about Allie knowing about Gantz

2 votes for this, writing.
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>>2396878
>>2396882

"You remember that reporter Paula and myself were talking about the last time we were here?" you start, and Yukino nods her head to show she remembers, "Well...turns out she knew a lot about the Gantz and wanted to get me to help her investigate further into it. She wasn't a bad person, but I had to make sure she didn't interfere."

"Oh..." Yukino says, looking over you with some remorse, "Well, Paula said that we can't tell anyone about the game or Gantz otherwise we die, right? You didn't...kill her right?"

"No, nothing like that," you say, almost surprised she thought you'd do that, "She sent a threatening letter to my house and I showed it to Paula. She sent the police after her and had her arrested. The police interrogated me as well since she was stalking me, so I couldn't pick you unfortunately."

"It's ok, Erick" Yukino says, munching on a chicken tender, "I won't tell my dad, and I forgive you. But, if you're late again I may ask for something more than just chicken tenders."

She gives you a sly grin as she says this. You only nod in slight defeat, but are nonetheless that Yukino's as forgiving as she is. Looking at your phone, you see that it's around 4:30 PM by the time you've arrived.

Heading to the kitchen fridge, you look over the list of duties that Ulrich left for you this time. While the same stuff as before is there, like help Yukino with her homework and get her to bed on time, he also wrote two separate notes. Since it's a Friday night, he wrote he won't be coming home tonight and to expect him early in the morning. He also notes that he set up a guest bed for you and Paula for the evening and the following morning to use.

'Either you're the kindest person I've babysat for Mr. Palmer,' you think, looking over the letter, 'Or, you're the most trusting father I've seen in a long time...'

Looking back at Yukino you delve on your options.

>Call Paula, and tell her about your missing equipment, you have a spare key under your Welcome Mat seams (Free)
>Do as the list says, but get Yukino ready for the training session
>Goof off a little, you got Palmer's place to yourself, may as well enjoy with Yukino for a bit
>Write in
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>>2397015
>Call Paula, and tell her about your missing equipment, you have a spare key under your Welcome Mat seams (Free)
>Do as the list says, but get Yukino ready for the training session
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>>2397015
>missing equipment
What? Did I miss something?
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>>2397070
OOC: You have a training session today, and because of the police investigation and Yukino you didn't get a chance to get ready.
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>>2397077
Ah, I thought you meant our equipment was lost or stolen.
>>2397015
Then lets go with >>2397051
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>>2397015
>Call Paula, and tell her about your missing equipment, you have a spare key under your Welcome Mat seams (Free)
>Goof off a little, you got Palmer's place to yourself, may as well enjoy with Yukino for a bit
Sorry Mr. Palmer, this daughter is mine now. Dibs.
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>>2397051
>>2397091
>>2397097
>Call Paula, and tell her about your missing equipment, you have a spare key under your Welcome Mat seams (Free)

3 Votes for extra action.

>Do as the list says, but get Yukino ready for the training session

2 votes for being somewhat responsible adults

Writing.
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>>2397051
>>2397091
>>2397097

As Yukino finishes her meal, you bring up your phone to ask Paula for a small favor. She's still finishing up the arrest warrant for Allie, but she's outside of the police HQ at this point. You let her know about your current lack of equipment, and let her know about the spare key in your welcome mat. She sighs a little, and lets you know she'll be at Yukino's at 6:00 PM.

"Is Paula coming here again?" Yukino states, moving closer to you, "Aren't we also going to that training meeting as well? Whoa, this night is going to be so cool."

"Oh, the fun doesn't end there," you say, making Yukino perk up as well, "Since your dad isn't coming home tonight, we'll be looking after you in the morning. So, I guess it'll be a sleepover as well as the regular plan."

"Yay! Erick, you and Paula are the best!," she says, lifting her arms in cheer, "You want to go to my room? I got a Nintendo Switch we could dual play on. My dad never plays with me since he's always busy, and kind of sucks at the games though."

"Slow down there Yukino," you say, chuckling a little, "we got to get over your dad's list for a bit. Which means, you need to do your homework, young lady."

There's a small pout in Yukino's face, but it's gone the moment she looks back at you.

<April 20th, Friday 5:45 PM>

Yukino's homework actually takes you quite a bit of time to finish. You wouldn't have expected a 6th grader to be doing this much long division, and algebraic formulas. Regardless, you both get through it in time, and she heads to her room to show you her console.

"Dad got it for New Years," she says, picking up a controller and handing one to you, "It's so cool that we can play it anywhere, but I mostly play here. You want to give it a shot? I got Splatoon 2 on it."

>Sure, you've never played but you can learn
>Later, Paula's coming and you can play it later
>No, you need to get her ready for training tonight
>Write In
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>>2397199
>>Sure, you've never played but you can learn
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>>2397199
>Sure, you've never played but you can learn
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>>2397207
>>2397213
>Sure, you've never played but you can learn

2 Votes for this. Writing
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>>2397267
>>2397207
>>2397213

You've never actually played Splatoon 2, mainly because you've never owned a Switch, but for Yukino's sake, and your own curiosity, you're willing to give it a shot. Also, you've been without video games for so long, that you're kind of hoping this will ease your mind a little more. You clutch the controller in your hand give Yukino the signal to start the game.

She actually takes a screen out of the console, no it's the console itself. She takes it out and places it on the bedside and she kneels down on a cushion to see into the screen. Turns out, the game starts up on the little screen, without a cord or monitor, or stand or power supply actually.

'Leave it to Nintendo to come up with another batshit insane gimmick.'

>Roll1d20 +3 INT to play some Splatoon
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Rolled 5 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2397291
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Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2397291
GET REKT SUMARUTO RORI
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Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2397291
Uh shouldn't it be +4 because of the 20 we managed last time?
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>>2397294
>>2397296
>>2397303
Oh...it should.

Well, I'll retroactively add it so....

Dat 18 will do it. Writing.
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>>2397307

+1/2 Trust (Yukino Palmer)

<April 20th, Friday 6:30 PM>

In spite of the fact that you almost struggled to figure out how to even hold the tiny Switch controller, you learn the basics of the game fairly quickly. Yukino teaches you as she goes along with the split-screen option, detailing some of the different weapons in the game.

While the regular ink-shooter and roller are interesting, you gravitate more towards the dual-ink shots, favoring the amount of mobility they give you. Yukino seems to prefer this strange umbrella weapon that's incredibly defensive as it is offensive. While had heard of Splatoon, the gimmick for inking your opponents and the dual movement of both the squid and the kid form is something you've never quite experienced before.

As it stands though, you actually manage to surprise Yukino with the amount of skill you carry even in such a short amount of time. She's giving it all she has as well, and by the time Paula rings the door bell, it's tied at 5-5 for rounds won between the two of you.

"Sorry, I'm late," she says, entering the house and giving you the dufflebag full of your gear, "Listen, Dante wants to know if you'll be picking up Tanjeet or not. Also, something about his stepbrother he wants to talk to you and Carol about."

"We're already taking Yukino there, so he can pick up Tanjeet," you say, putting the dufflebag down near the sofa, "As for that stuff about Chris, I guess it's an inevitability considering how close he is. I just hope it doesn't turn into more drama with Carol, that girl's been through a lot already..."

"Paula!," Yukino says, running up to her and giving her a hug, "So cool you're here! Also, Erick told me that dad said you'd both be sleeping here tonight."

"Is that so?", Paula says looking at you incredulously, "guess I should have brought my jammies then. Oh...actually, I may have to do that since I need to return that police car as well."

'We still got time, don't sweat it too much Paula.'

>Head out now, but Yukino won't have much time to prepare for training
>Head out at the allotted time, but Paula may end up late to the meeting
>Head out after training, but Paula may get in trouble for returning it late
>Write In
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>>2397412
>Suggest to Paula that she see if her new partner or something can pick it up. If not, just head out at the allotted time.
no offense to paula, but yukino's got a more restrictive schedule on training
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>>2397497
In 10 minutes, if we don't get another vote, I will go with this.
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>>2397497
>>2397536
Alright, since no one else voted, we'll go with this write in. Writing.
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>>2397412
>Head out now, but Yukino won't have much time to prepare for training
I don't want to trouble Paula too much when it come to her work stuff.
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>>2397588

"Can't you ask your partner to pick it for you?" you ask, "we've also got to get Yukino ready as well for it. Dante doesn't like explaining things over again all that much as is..."

"Hmm, I guess I can call in a favor with him," she replies, looking a little nervous, until Yukino looks at her, "Aww, what the heck, I'll call it in. We don't get many chances to train with Yukino as is, so I guess it'll be worth it."

Yukino gives Paula a thumbs up, and Paula heads to the sofa to make her call. While this is happening, Yukino heads to her room to more than likely put on the Gantz suit. You also decide that this may be a good time to put it on as well.

<April 20th, Friday 6:40 PM>

Returning from the bathroom, now suited in your skintight suit, you head to the living room. Paula is sitting there with Yukino at her side, the latter having her suit on and the former showing her some of in an outs of the Radar. They pause when you arrive, and Paula stands up to meet you.

"Good news, Luis, my partner, will be here in 20 to pick up the cruiser," she says to you, "so, I'm going to have to wait to put on the suit until after he's gone. Also, where do you want to start with Yukino?"

'Hmm...we got the suit and the Y-gun down last time.'

>Suit, she knows what it does but probably can't activate it at will all too much
>Radar, Paula started teaching her already
>Y-Gun, a little more practice can't hurt

>>2397591
OOC: Sorry friend, but I need to keep the posts coming
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>>2397659
>Suit, she knows what it does but probably can't activate it at will all too much
It's her last line of defense (and offense when needed). It also eliminates her weaknesses as a child somewhat.
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>>2397659
>>Radar, Paula started teaching her already

DidnĀ“t the radar showed up enemies? Better to make sure she learn how to use it so she can spot danger before it spots her.
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>>2397659
>Suit, she knows what it does but probably can't activate it at will all too much
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>>2397659
>Suit, she knows what it does but probably can't activate it at will all too much
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>>2397704
>>2397734
>>2397754

>Suit, she knows what it does but probably can't activate it at will all too much

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2397704
>>2397734
>>2397754

<April 20th, Friday 7:30 PM>

Paula and you decide to train Yukino a bit more with her suit so she'll be at least more capable of utilizing it. While Paula heads out to get her stuff out of the police car, and to meet up with her partner to get the cruiser squared away, you stay behind to teach Yukino a bit more about the suit itself.

While you and Paula explained a bit of it beforehand, you never specified the full parameters of the suit itself. You also didn't have a suit to show her first hand either. Paula returns soon afterwards as well, and puts on the suit to better teach Yukino as well.

"So, if you get hit too much, it'll stop working," she says, and you nod your head as she remembers the lesson, "it also won't protect me from getting cut or stabbed by something either. Hmm, what about the little vertebra thingy on my back?"

"Oh that?" you reply, motioning to yours, "well, I'm not sure how much it protects you but it looks like it could take a hit before getting crushed. It certainly seems to make you tougher and stronger though, even if it feels like getting 10 vaccines to your back."

Yukino knowingly nods at this, and rubs that part of the suit as well. Paula grimaces at the motion, but smiles knowing that Yukino is able to bear the pain of it. Yukino is staring at her feet and looks out to the apartment's window.

"So, how do you activate the suit again?" she asks, looking outside, "you said I had to get excited or focused right? Is it like an instinct thing, like what some animals just know how to do?"

"Well...yes and no," Paula starts explaining, "You did it before when you lifted up the sofa, but I guess it must have been the rush of utilizing the suit to begin with. Think of the sui-oh crap, we're gonna be late."

Paula stops her explanation as she looks at the kitchen's phone. Indeed, you look back as well and note it is 30 past 7. You instantly head for your dufflebag and stuff Yukino's Y-gun in there as well.

"We can explain it more in the car, but we got to get there now," you say, looking back as Yukino helps Paula with her own dufflebag, "Besides, you guys can work more with the suit when we get to Roosevelt Park."

<Continued>
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>Yukino's Y-gun in there as well.

Good Yukino already knows about best girl.
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<Continued>

<April 20th, Friday 8:00 PM>

There's a bit of traffic as you make your way to Roosevelt Park, the very first training spot when you started out the game. Paula and yourself explain to Yukino the primary methods of activating the suit as well as your own experimentation. Both of you relate the same idea of intent, and how your minds know when to do something to the absolute necessity.

Yukino seems to understand it a bit better, but without a means of actually demonstrating, the most she can do is listen and hope to retain by the time you get to Roosevelt. Getting to the bridge, you and the girls open the trunk, get your bags, and start making the trek to the main portion of the park. In the distance, you see a burning light as you approach.

Sure enough, Dante, Carol and Tanjeet are huddling around a small campfire near the benches. And it looks like, they got...smores?

"Yo! What's up guys?", Dante shouts to the three of you as you approach, "Sorry, we should have told you we were coming a little earlier for the smores. It was Carol's idea, she wanted to do this the moment I mentioned we were having the session in the park this time."

"Guilty as charged," Carol says, holding up a hand, "though, we should just keep the fire going for now. We can do the actual smores after we finish training."

"You mean we get to do campfire smores with all of you after training?!" Yukino shouts, very much excited at the prospect, "I was right! This night is getting better with every moment!"

Yukino proceeds to jump into the air in excitement, yet that's when you see her legs begin to bulge with the suit. As she shouts with glee, she's propelled into the air with almost breakneck force. She's more than 15 feet into the sky before she starts plummeting. Paula is on her in seconds, and activates her own suit to catch her down below. In spite of the strangely harrowing experience, Yukino is laughing through it.

"Whoa, you were right!" she says, looking at Paula as she brings her down, "It really does activate with intent. I was super excited and then thought of jumping to the sky, and it did it!"

You only smile and laugh as Yukino and Paula share a small moment with the other, while the others are kind of staring somewhat amazed she managed to do that. Tanjeet himself is beginning to flex out his own suit to attempt a jump of his own, but Dante bring him back to focus.

"Alright man, we're all here," Dante says, approaching you, "What you want to train this time?"

>Guns, get everyone set with their weapons
>Teamwork, split into teams and try to find immobilize the other team first utilizing the Y-Guns (Specify Who's on your team)
>Physical, do some heavy cardio with the forest itself, running around the trees and lifting up large logs
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>>2397869
>Physical, do some heavy cardio with the forest itself, running around the trees and lifting up large logs
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>>2397869
>Physical, do some heavy cardio with the forest itself, running around the trees and lifting up large logs
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>>2397880
>>2397927

>Physical, do some heavy cardio with the forest itself, running around the trees and lifting up large logs

2 votes for this, writing.
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>>2397869
>Guns, get everyone set with their weapons

The x-ray feature of the gun will be usefull for scouting it would be nice to manage to hit a target that isn't stationary like last time
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>>2397880
>>2397927

After Dante explains to you the game-plan for tonight, You and him ready up everyone around Carol's fire to explain today's training.

"Alright guys, tonight we'll be doing something simple," you explain to them, "We'll be working exclusively with the suits, in a heavy cardio or strength based workout. You'll be either going with Dante on a tree top skim, to better acquaintance yourself with the suit's mobile capabilities, or you will be with me on the ground with some heavy lifting, to get squared with the suit's strength enhancing capabilities."

"Remember, intent and focus is necessary to active the suit," Dante says, reminding everyone about the suit's activation method, "Otherwise, you'll get hurt or worse, really hurt, cause the suit's not gonna let you die to a fall or some tree trunk falling on you. Now, follow either me or Erick towards the forest and we'll get started."

Paula and Yukino head over towards Dante, with Yukino waving you good luck on your own training as you head towards the other side of the forest with Carol and Tanjeet in tow. You lead them to a clearing where a lot of fallen vegetation, particularly large logs, seem to litter the floor a little.

"After we get finished with one set," you say, looking at them, "We'll go on a similar run across the treetops like Dante. It's a roundabout trip across the main tree line, so it's more of an endurance thing rather than speed."

"Guess it just matters what we start with first then", Tanjeet says, looking at one of the logs, "We got to this by ourselves right? Like, no spotters or help of any way?"

'It's a forest Tanjeet, not a gym...'

>Roll1d20 +2 AGR to see how well lifting for yourself and the others goes
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Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2397985
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Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2397985
Hope Dante wasn't foreshadowing
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2397985
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>>2398001
>>2398004
>>2398019

Dat 19 will do it! Writing.

>Hope Dante wasn't foreshadowing

I don't know what you could possibly mean.
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>>2398029

+1 STR

<April 20th, Friday 9:00 PM>

Between helping the others to do a proper workout, albeit slightly altered given the size of what you're lifting, and doing your own, your body starts to lift the normally half-ton logs with more ease. Perhaps it was all of the training earlier in the week, or it was all those times you had to lift up those pillars during the last hunt. Whatever the case may be, your body is now responding with much greater force that ever before.

After finishing up your last set, you go to see how the others are doing. Carol is managing to slow lift the logs now, albeit with slightly more finesse than previously but nonetheless struggling. Tanjeet seems to be having less trouble lifting them, but seems to have trouble balancing them. After almost dropping a log on Carol, he starts fuming and punches a large, splintering dent into the log itself, almost breaking it in two.

"Whoa, that's pretty impressive," you say, looking over at his work while Carol also approaches, "Gonna guess it's more than just strength though, given how precise that was. You ever do martial arts Tanjeet? I remember you kicking that one alien in the kitchen really well."

"Yeah, I may have done a lot of martial arts during middle and high school," Tanjeet explains, "Got bullied a lot at school, so my parents paid instructors to teach me. All these years later, I still remember most of the form for it, though never had much of a use for it. Until now I guess."

"How did you manage that much in school though," Carol says, looking over him, "Usually if people want to start a fight, they'l have it and get others to join in. How did you handle that?"

"Simple, you don't," Tanjeet replies simply, "You see more than one person in a fight, you've already won against them. Because they're too week to fight on their own, so they have to bring their friend."

Carol thinks on this as she moves towards the other part of the clearing. You go to follow her, but Tanjeet motions to the time on his phone. It's strange to think that he brought a hoodie with him during this excursion, but then again you didn't so you don't have pockets right now.

"Alright guys, let's get moving," you say, looking at them, "We've got one hour to finish up the run, and meet up with Dante and the others in the main square for smores. Take a swig of water, and let's get moving."

>Roll1d20 +2 AGR for your treetop run with the others
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Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2398110
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Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2398110
OSU!
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2398110
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>>2398139
>>2398150
>>2398173

Ah, I forgot nat 1s were a thing for a while. Writing the last post of the night.
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>>2398173
Well someones getting injured
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>>2398180

-1 AGR

The run through the trees goes well at first, as the others manage to keep up speed and balance throughout the forest's treeline. Carol is actually very adept at keeping her footing along the trees, and her endurance seems to have improved since that initial run you had in Georgetown Heights. Tanjeet however, seems to be having trouble keeping up with you guys, not out of speed but precision in land as he's fallen a couple of times now.

It's not until the halfway mark that you notice that the others are beginning to slow down significantly. You slow down to match their speed, but it seems they're only keeping up with a slight gait behind you. You try to goad them into going faster, but this only results in Tanjeet slamming into Carol and mid jump and both of them landing on the soil below. At least you think it's that until Tanjeet's head impacts what looks like a heavy rock down below.

You immediately go to assess the situation, and see that Tanjeet is still conscious and alive but there's a viscous, gray fluid expelling out of the buttons on his suit as he gets up.

'Christ, the impact must have been serious if it did this,' you think as you head to Tanjeet, 'If he didn't have the suit on...he would have died. Damnit, I shouldn't have pushed them this far...'

You look down at the ground before you help up Tanjeet and Carol. Tanjeet accepts the hand and instantly tries to jump up to the tree and finds that he can only manage less than 2 feet from the ground.

"Hey, what gives?" he states, looking at you, "Why isn't it working? I don't think I feel that much."

"It was that fall, you hit your head on a rock from a big height," you say, looking back at him and point to the buttons, "It's not gonna work if the fluid in those things goes. Looks like we're gonna have to call it here for tonight guys. Sorry, but we can't go on without the suits."

The others sigh in slight exhaustion, and nod their heads in sad understanding. You all head back to the park's main square. Hopefully the smores will be warm when you get there.

<Session End>
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Alright, we'll call it here for now guys, as this seems like a good stopping point for the session. We're almost there guys, I just need a bit more posts in the thread and we can head to hunt 3 without anymore hassle.

We will reconvene for Gantz: Quest on Monday at 3:00 PM EST

Check up on my twitter for updates, scheduling changes and other goodies I will post.

Have yourselves a wonderful night /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
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>>2398228
That was a valuable lesson on suit enhancements in relation to the integrity of it, at least.
Pretty good lesson to learn outside of a hunt.
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>>2398452
Yeah, but don't the suits only restart after the hunt starts again?

If we do another training session, he won't be able to join.
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>>2399100
The suits recharge i think? Also there is plenty of stuff to learn beside using the suit. Such as teamwork and learning how to shoot the guns
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>>2399246
Not if they're disabled, once the fluid comes out, the suit is dead.

Also, how do maneuvers work again? Like, we get them through teamwork training but they seem a little weird on how they work.
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>>2398237
2 - 3 more days until the next hunt boys!
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>>2403996
And we managed to solve at least one stalker problem! But i already know that the reporter will end up in gantz somehow
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>>2404045
If she knew so much to begin with, why didn't Gantz do something about her earlier? Unless the ball only goes after recognized threats, considering she was a conspiracy theorist essentially.
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>>2404070
Most likely because she was just a conspirancy theorist and didn't had any physical evidence. So if she managed to enter our room and grab some of the gantz weaponry or the clothe she could become a target.

Also gantz selects those who died during the week and we habe at least two spots available (Kurtis and the dead blood)
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>>2404078
>she managed to enter our room and grab some of the gantz weaponry

Oh shit...did we ever check if anything may have been missing from our gear?

We have y-gun-chan and the suit with us, so I don't think we're missing anything, right?

>at least two spots available

I don't remember there being any limits to the amount of people the ball brings in though. In fact, wasn't the temple mission fought with over 12 members?
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>>2404081
>In fact, wasn't the temple mission fought with over 12 members

Yes it was, but they were all untrained people. Maybe gabtz was trying to compesate experience with numbers. I'm just suggesting it might have a limit number because for a time there were no other people being brougth by gantz in the manga.

>I don't think we're missing anything, right?

We had one of the x-rifles but it hasn't being mentioned. I just hope that isn't on purpose.Because she would have asked us much more stuff about the strange gear we have in our home. Hopefully the restraining order will be enough to.make her stop (unlikely since she now knows thay we know something about gantz).

Hopefully she isn't to obsessed and she will quit looking about gantz. But that is unlikely.
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>>2404094
>she isn't to obsessed and she will quit looking about gantz

Assuming this takes place around our own time, she could have been looking into Gantz for more than 5 years since she mentions she started in 2012.

This is making me really worry though...considering the X-Rifle wasn't mentioned either.
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>>2404094
Nah. I'm pretty sure that Gantz just brings in anyone who dies in a certain time period within a certain distance of itself.
People have been forced to fight alone before, and in extremely large groups.
It's all about what's available.
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<Session Start>

<April 20th, Friday 9:40 PM>

"Remember, only one chocolate piece per smore," Dante says, looking at Carol, "We only brought one bag of those. Unless you want to skip out on the sweet, but...it's not really smore without it."

Carol was in the process of adding a second piece of chocolate to her smore stack before Dante called her out. She pouted a little, before putting it back in the bag. Yukino stared at her, turning her head at the somewhat childish response, while the other just chuckled at her being caught in the act.

You had arrived at a later time than expected from your run. Tanjeet's suit shutting down had significantly slowed your pace back to the main square and the darkened night sky only made getting back all the more harrowing. Thankfully, the smoke from campfire managed to guide you all back safely, if a little bit more tired than usual.

"Never thought I'd go camping in my life," Tanjeet says, looking at his smore stack before taking a bite, "much less with such a strange company. No offense of course, just still feel like a third wheel here."

"Hey none taken," Carol replies, "To be honest, I kind of felt the same after we got brought back the first time. Even know, we may be together but we're still not really in the same group."

"You're thinking about how Gantz brought us together," Paula states, picking up another marshmallow, "I'd rather not think too much on it personally, it all seem too circumstantial to feel good. Just be happy it was us that got sent in, otherwise...who know what could have happened."

"How does Gantz choose people?," speaks Yukino, taking her marshmallow from the fire, "From what Paula says, it only takes people that died recently or something. So, does it choose people or does it just bring in people at a period of time."

"Sorry to say, but even I don't know the full extent of it," Dante sighs, nodding his head, "I'm not even sure how much of what Gantz shows is legit. Those stupid alien profiles are a good example, same as that weird naming thing it has going on...it probably does think this is all a game."

"Erick, what do you think?", Tanjeet asks, "You know anything else about Gantz? Or any theories on what is going on with it?"

>There may be more than one Gantz, and quote that incident in New York
>Gantz may have been created by aliens, and quote the relay theory in ArA blog
>It wants to keep everything secret, and quote Yukino's ambulance theft in the second hunt
>Write In
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>>2404324
>More than one
>ALIENS
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>>2404324
OOC: I should probably note, the first two will inevitably have you reveal the whole situation with Allie unless you specify to avoid it.
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>>2404324
>>It wants to keep everything secret, and quote Yukino's ambulance theft in the second hunt
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>>2404329
>>2404379
If no more votes come in, I will roll for these 2 choices.

1 - More Gantz Balls

2 - Yukino's Theft
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>>2404392

In 10 minutes of course.
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>>2404324
>It wants to keep everything secret, and quote Yukino's ambulance theft in the second hunt

Tanjee showed that he's to curious about stuff. If we say to him that there is a possibility of having other gantz or that othe rpeople are investigating he might end up giving in and going after the reporter. i want to add this and say what happend to dante's friend, if dante is okay with it, and how he end up fying after he found out about gantz.
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>>2404379
>>2404415
>It wants to keep everything secret, and quote Yukino's ambulance theft in the second hunt

2 votes just in the nick of time. Writing
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>>2404415
1/2 Trust (Tanjeet)

"As far as I can tell, and from what Dante's told us as well," you reply, building another s'more, "It wants to keep everything a secret, or at least from it becoming public. Yukino not getting seen by the paramedics may have something to do with it."

"Same thing when I went to steal the ambulance," Dante mentions, looking at you, "No one ever really popped up into a hunt before, so I guess it surprised me when they acted like I wasn't there. It probably has those bombs in our heads for the same reason."

"A precautionary measure," Carol says, shivering a little at the thought "Still doesn't make sense why it goes through all of this trouble. If it's all a game to it, then why does it care so much about it becoming public?"

"Maybe it's acting in people's best interest?" Paula replies, and earns a few estranged looks, "Well...just a theory, but it would make sense as to why it would take only people that have died. Whether or not its a game to Gantz, there's some strange motivation behind what it does that I can't wrap my head around."

"I was fine with it just being an emotionless black ball," Dante says, looking at the fire, "guess trying to make sense of it does make you think. Or give you a headache by bringing up even more questions...."

"We can't be sure of anything about it honestly," you say, looking back at them and the mirror your gaze, "but, I am sure of something. We're all getting out of this game, one way or the other."

There's a look of resolve in everyone's faces as you state your command. Looking back at the now middling bag of s'more supplies, there's still plenty left.

<April 20th, Friday 10:00 PM>

As you head to pick your dufflebag and help Paula and the others clean up, Dante motions you and Carol to the side behind the Roosevelt Memorial. As you head closer, you notice a serious look on his face, along with a worried look on Carol.

"I think you know what's going to happen next hunt," he states blankly to you both, and you and Carol know precisely what he's referring to, "You both have become good in my book, hell better than that in some degree. So, I have to at least ask you, on how you think we should handle Chris."

Carol's body tenses at the name, and see a hint of fear return to her face for a second.

>Subtle, try to coax him as a 'friend' but who knows how long this will last
>Coercive, threaten him and straighten him out, though his father could be a problem then...
>Appease him, and make sure he's distracted enough to not cause trouble, but this could cause other problems...
>Write In
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>>2404457
>Write In
Could you tell us more about him? We only had a short impression of him and if we knew more maybe we could have a better idea how to handle him.
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>>2404457
>You know him best. What does he respond best to, Dante?
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>>2404457
Basicaly this:>>2404467 intimidation won't work and appeasing him won't work for long. Being friends with him is the least likely to last because he's a crazy party guy and will.make life difficult in trainning out of gantz. I would say isolation and ignoring him while keeping a eye to check him would be better but maybe Dante has a better plan.
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>>2404467
>>2404471
>>2404480
>Write in

3 votes all point in a similar vein. Writing.
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>>2404467
>>2404471
>>2404480

"I don't know him as personally as you do man," you reply back, looking a little lost, "I can think of a couple of ways to handle him, but I'm honestly at a bit of loss without more info. We only really met him the one time, so it's not too much too much to go on. What else can you tell us Dante?"

Dante sighs a little as you flip the question back at him. Carol's also looking at you with a bit of concern but you just keep your focus on Dante.

"There's a lot to tell, but I'll try to be brief if it'll help your decision," Dante starts, "For as long as I've known him, like 2 years when Bowery adopted me, Chris has not been very stable. He's loud, obnoxious, violent, and too hyped up on...everything."

"When he wasn't fighting some kid in school, he was thinking of what girl to bang, and when he wasn't thinking of that, he was thinking of what next video game to get", Dante continues, shaking his head "It wasn't until he met me, when he realized just how much he could get away with. He relied on me for so much, and I...indulged him because I thought it would get me closer to his father."

"For the longest time, he even thought of me as a friend," Dante chuckles as he says this, "It wasn't until Gantz though, that I really got to see him for what he really was. For now though, he's just that though, a crazy, teenage lunatic that lives for the moment, and doesn't care about the consequences. The poster-child for a rich, piece of shit teenager with too much shit in his head."

You step back to take in everything that he said. From your own judgement, it doesn't stray too far from what your first impression of Chris. He's certainly omitting details, but you feel this could be enough to go on. Though before you make your decision, Carol chimes in.

"You're not gonna change my mind Dante," she says, looking back at him, "I still say you let him go, even if his dad says otherwise. He's not worth effort, and I don't think you believe it either."

"Carol we talked about this," Dante replies, sighing again, "It's not my choice anymore, I have to do this in order to survive. I can't forgive what he did to you, but understand that there's no other way. Besides, Paula and Erick already promised to help me get him back."

Carol, upon hearing this, turns to you with a saddened expression. She clenches her fist, and turns to Dante again.

"You have my opinion Dante," she says, somewhat more frustrated than before, "just be sure of what you're doing in the end. Same goes for you, Erick."

Carol storms off back to camp without saying anything else. Dante shakes his head, and turns to you again.

"So, what do you think?"

>Subtle, try to coax him as a 'friend' but who knows how long this will last
>Dante, let him handle Chris like previously but help him when he needs it
>Carol, but...maybe it's better if he didn't come back
>Write In
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>>2404549
>Write In
We need to mellow him out, something to spend his energy and balance him out. The gantz training seems like a great way to that and maybe drive in the point that he die and is lucky to be alive and how thankful he should be to Dante. So basically sit him down with Dante and talk to him. We in this together or he might not get lucky next time.
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>>2404601
If no more votes come in, I will go with this. 10 more minutes.
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>>2404601
>>2404606
Alright, since no more votes came in, we will go with this.
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"Well, can't be too sure on the details, but I think there's a way of helping him mellow out," you say, looking back Dante, "We're gonna have to goad him into the training, try to drive the point home that he died and that you're the only reason he's still alive again. Maybe, try to sit down with him and try to come to even terms or something."

"It'd be a start, or wishful thinking," Dante says, half-serious, "But, I'll give it a shot when the moment comes. I wish I was as optimistic as you are sometimes Erick, it would certainly help out stress if anything. Anyways, thanks for giving me that much, and...let me worry about Carol."

Dante walks back from the memorial and joins the others in cleaning up the central square. You stare back at them for a second, wondering on your choice. The stare only lasts a few seconds, and you go to join the effort.

<April 20th, Friday 11:00 PM>

After cleaning up the campfire, the group disperses either to your or Dante's car. There's a bit of a dead air in Dante's car before they leave, with Carol as its source. It bothers you that she's as insistent as she was, but Dante's words of letting him handle it ring you back to normality.

Upon arriving back to the apartment, you and Paula get Yukino's late night snack ready, and send her to bed right afterwards. After wishing her goodnight, you spot Paula looking over the list Ulrich left you. She grins when she gets to the bottom part of the page.

"Can't believe he actually set up a guest bed for us," she says, looking back at you, "I've got patrol early in the morning, so I can't be up for too long this time. But, I'll make it up to you guys and make you both some waffles before I leave. Ulrich's got an iron for it, so may as well use it."

"That sounds great actually," you reply, sitting down on the bed, "It'll certainly beat eggs and sausage every morning, that's for sure. He'll be coming back around midday, so I'll have to stay with Yukino until then."

"Haha...if I didn't know any better, you're acting as if Yukino was your daughter," she states, earning a raised brow from you, "I kid, of course, but...every-time I look at this house and when we're with Yukino...I can't help but think of us as well Erick. You're getting a better job, which is good, but...don't you want to be somewhere nicer Erick?"

The question had been raised at you before, that night that you and Paula lost yourselves to each other. You hadn't thought too much about it, given all of the strange ocurrences around your life.

"After this week, there'll be an opening in the apartments where I live in," she continues, looking straight at you, "It's slightly bigger place, and has an extra bedroom for guests. I was wondering...if you would like to move in with me?"

>Yes
>No
>Write In
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>>2404690
>Yes

Why did you write only one option Bolivar?
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>>2404690
>Yes
Moving a little too fast but how many couples deal with life and death situations together on weekly basis.
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>>2404702
>>2404719
>>Yes
2 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2404702
>>2404719

"Yeah...I'd like that actually," you reply, and then look to the bedroom door, "It's funny actually, because I'd never thought it'd be like this so quickly. From meeting you, to getting hooked up to-"

You don't get to finish your sentence before a warm pair of lips plant themselves on yours. She pulls away before you're able to react, and Paula sits next to you laughing a little.

"Don't think too much on the past Erick," she says, still laughing a little, "just focus on the present, and look to the future. It's something my mom used to say."

"Yeah, you're right," you reply back, looking back at her smile, "Just, let me know when's a good moving day. I don't have too much on hand, but I may need some help getting settled in."

"No worries," she replies, her hand interlocking with yours, "I'll be there. Whenever, wherever, Erick."

There's a passionate stare in her eyes you can't help but mirror in your own. Still holding her hand, you pull her in close for a kiss, when a finger pokes your nose back. You reel back to see her give you a raised eyebrow.

"Not tonight big guy," she says, "I got work in the morning, and I can't afford another pleasant evening for a lazy morning. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for that after we get moved in."

You chuckle slightly at her reply. It felt like a strange dream to be here, but there was something in her gaze that reassured you that maybe things would turn out for the best.

<April 19th, Friday 8:00 AM>

You had god to bed soon after your chat with Paula, with her taking a nice space next to you as you dozed off to sleep.

You woke up around your normal time for the weekends. Your hand reached for the nightstand and your phone, with a message from Ryan denoting a nightshift today. Your other hand went to reach the space next to you. After finding nothing there, you turned to that side of the bed. Sure enough, Paula was nowhere to be found next to you.

And, exactly like she promised, there was a big stack of steaming waffles sitting in a plate on the kitchen table when you got there. You also noticed a little note, with neat handwriting, saying that 'Can't confirm, but I think it'll be on Tuesday. Also, you snore a lot.'

"Eeeerick...good-morning...", Yukino yawns, as she exits her room and head towards you, "Wow, that smells yummy. Did Paula make them?"

"Yeah, guess she did," you reply, stuffing the note in your pant's pocket, "Anyways, let's have some breakfast. And..."

>Call Ulrich, see if he what else he needs of us today
>Play with Yukino, and probably get rekt at video games until her dad comes back
>Hang out with Yukino, outside but she'll pick the location
>Write In
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>>2404817
>Call Ulrich, see if he what else he needs of us today
>Play with Yukino, and probably get rekt at video games until her dad comes back
Both.
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>>2404853
I will go with this choice, if there are no more votes in the next 10 minutes.
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>>2404853

Alright, going with this. Writing.
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<April 21st, Saturday 10:00 AM>

After you both have some delicious waffles for breakfast, you have Yukino get changed out of her pajamas while you go to was the dishes. In between this, you grab your phone, and give Ulrich a call. Upon hearing the signature, "This is Ulrich, who is this," you respond in kind.

"Good morning Mr. Palmer, it's Erick" you reply while scrubbing down the dishes, "Just finished off breakfast with Yukino and I was wondering if there was anything else you needed me to do around the house. You're coming back around noon, right? So, figured I could help out a little while I'm here."

"Good timing actually," Ulrich speaks over the phone, "I need a stack of laundry in my closet cleaned and dried. There's a laundromat on the first floor, get that cleaned up for me, I'll reimburse you the cost for the cleaning. Thank you Erick."

There's a dial tone on the other end, and you turn your phone off. It seems Ulrich's got another assignment on top of babysitting his daughter. Figures, considering you're operating as a nanny for the time being. Yukino returns from her room in a jeanskirt and a tanktop, and approaches you.

"So, you want to play some more Splatoon with me?", she asks, smiling, "I'll take it more serious this time Erick. Unless you want to do something else?"

"Well, I have to do some laundry first," you reply, and she pouts a little, "but I only have to set the wash cycle for a bit, so I'll be back to play in a few minutes."

She perks up immediately at this, and she runs back to her room. You hear the sounds of struggling coming from there, and Yukino comes back with her Switch in hand along with several cables in tow. She immediately passes you and heads towards the big TV in the living room.

"Don't worry, I'll get us set up," she says, unfurling her cables, "If we're getting serious, we need to go all the way with it."

'This little girl...'

>Roll1d20 +4 INT to play Yukino at Splatoon, (After finishing the laundry of course.)
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Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2404945
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Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2404945
Time for my threadly 1
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Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2404945
Oh boy. Here we go again.
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>>2404951
>>2404961
>>2405039
Dat Un-Nat 20. Writing.
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>>2405039
Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

There's a basketfull of clothes waiting for you in Ulrich's closet. Thank god the basket has wheels.

After getting it down to the first floor laundromat, and putting the cycle for an hour with some loose change, you head back to the apartment. As soon as you arrive, Yukino speeds towards you, and hands you a controller before you have much time to react.

"Here, get ready," she says, and grabs the hand on the laundry basket and pulls it to her dad's room, "I'll put this back, just get comfy."

She doesn't need to tell you twice as you head to the sofa and stare in slight admiration at her nice setup for the game system. For a girl that's slightly over 4 feet, she managed to connect all of the cables on the suspended tv set. Yukino almost instantly comes back and jumps to the empty spot in the sofa. There's an exchange of a grin as you two square off on the 4K tv.

<April 21st, Saturday 12:00 PM>

Yukino's defensive skill is unparalleled with her splat-brella, but the amount of speed you have on her with your dualies matches it. Each match you both play is difficult and very close at hand, only loosing to each other by a slight margin of ink. The only time your concentration even bends is when you realized that you needed to set the laundry to dry in the machines.

By the time her dad finally arrives at noon, the score remains tied at 8-8 for both of you. After greeting Ulrich, and leading him inside, he makes it a point of calling you to the sofa.

"Thank you for pulling double duty yesterday and today," Ulrich says as he puts down his briefcase next to the sofa, "it's been too hectic at work as is, and I am glad that you two came along to help as much as you did. Here, your pay for the week on my part, and a little something extra for that laundry job you did for me."

He hands you $220 in cash in your hand, and you instantly pocket it.

"Thank you sir," you reply, and look back at Yukino, "And we'll see each other again later next week Yukino. Don't worry too much, alright?"

She perks up and gives you hug before you leave. After waving the two of them goodbye, you head to your car.

'Hour's not enough to much in the time I head to work...but, maybe I can set something up tomorrow...'

>Stheno, see if you can get some more training from her
>Paula, see about that Blood that's still out there
>Train your psychics, at least as much as you'll do in an hour
>Write in
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>>2405094
>>Train your psychics, at least as much as you'll do in an hour
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>>2405094
>Train your psychics, at least as much as you'll do in an hour
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>>2405105
>>2405115
2 votes for psychics. Writing.
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>>2405105
>>2405115

As soon as you get home, you get your work clothes on, and head to your bedside. You'd never really thought on what more to do for your psychic exercises, but you think you can manage something with the time you have.

'First thing's first', you think as you take a deep breath, 'I need to relax, and focus...'

You close your eyes and try to gain a grasp of your current state of mind.

>Roll1d20 +2 INT to attempt to learn <Telepathy - Presence Field>
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Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2405137
Whoops, forgot the + between dice and 1
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2405137
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Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2405137
You sure that isn't a +4 there senpai?
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>>2405147
>>2405150
>>2405153

It...should be a +4, yeah.

Well, I'll count this one at least. Writing.
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<Unlocked> - <Telepathy - Presence Field>

There's a lull in your room as your focus shifts to match the entire environment. Suddenly, the presence herein feels almost spacious in spite of the cramped interior. In fact, the entire room feels like it is expanding before you. This feeling cuts off, the moment you feel a slight presence behind you.

You dare to open your eyes and turn around, when you see your wall in all its white glory. Then, you see something move behind it. A body, no, a silhouette right beyond your wall, outlined by a curving white line. You see it past you wall, through it almost as if the entire portion of the silhouette was cut out of view from it.

Notice it's a woman, and it looks like she's pacing around talking on her phone by the positioning of her hands. It's your neighbor, the crabby bitch that lives right next to you that always has one or two guys over on Saturdays. She much be a hooker or something, given the amount of times you've seen this happen. She's probably calling one of them over right now.

Your shuddering thought snaps you out of your trance-like state, and a bead of red blood drops from your nostril.

'Alright, little wall-hack it seems,' you say, looking back at the wall in front of you, 'That's gonna be useful to prevent getting ambushed...just hate that it takes a while to do...'

You don't dwell too much on as you head to work.

<April 21st, Saturday 1:00 PM>'

There's veritable line of complaints coming your way as you get settled in to the front end. Dozens or several hundreds of customers seem to be flocking in after what looks like several internet order fuck-ups on part of the customer service staff. You manage to sort them out, but the previous training with your psychics and the sheer volume of them actually takes a lot out of you.

You don't even have the energy to let Sam know about your proposal before the day ends.

<April 21st, Saturday 9:00 PM>

Christ, you're tired and not just from work either. Apparently, there's going to be a street procession for the inauguration of that cathedral Paula told you about earlier. It's probably not even about the cathedral, and more about the new statues they're putting over there now. It certainly managed to slow down traffic something fierce.

You look down to your phone and see that a message has come in from Paula.

<Hey, just letting you know, Walter sent me a message about the FBI deal. He'll be in town this Monday, so let's meet up with him, alright?>

You simply reply, 'alright' right back at her.

>Sleep early, night shift tomorrow but you're tired
>Contact Stheno, see if you can get another psychic training session with her
>Try to finish the proposal tonight, but you'll take a penalty doing so because you're tired
>Write In
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>>2405196
>>Contact Stheno, see if you can get another psychic training session with her
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>>2405196
>>Contact Stheno, see if you can get another psychic training session with her
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>>2405199
>>2405216

>Contact Stheno, see if you can get another psychic training session with her

2 for this one. Writing.
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>>2405216

<April 21st, Saturday 10:00 PM>

Using what remains of your strength, you head on over to your computer and return to the /x/ imageboard on 4chan. While the original Awakenings thread is gone, you notice someone's made a new one on Thursday. You immediately set out to post on the thread about having another meeting with Stheno, and about your psychic development.

You stick around for an hour before your eyes almost completely give out. There's not much point in staying up like this, so you head to your restroom and clean yourself up before going to bed. There's a bit of fear in you, a feeling that perhaps it was a one time occurrence with Stheno. This is swayed away as your conscious mind leaves you.

<April 22nd, Sunday 8:00 AM>

You wake up refreshed from your deep sleep and a bit less jittery as your mind becomes unhazed from the night's previous mental excursion. Which immediately reminds you that there's an internet image board to look up a weird hook up with. Returning back to /x/ you spot Stheno's reply a few posts below your own, written in a very dire and familiar tone.

<Didn't expect you to come back. Alright, how are you for tonight at 10 PM at the District Pier? It's not open to the public after it got wrecked, but that won't stop you, right? My previous points stand, come alone, or I'll kill you.>

You reply in kind, 'Sure, I'll be there', and make it a point to be on your toes at work today so you don't come back too tired like before. Still, it's more than four hours before you head out, so you still have plenty of time to do other things.

>Hang out with someone, (Specify)
>Practice more with your psychics, but you risk getting tired for work
>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready
>Write In
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Alright, we'll call it here for now guys, as I need to get to bed for work tomorrow morning. Make your choices for this one, and I will count the first five on Thursday.

We will reconvene for Gantz: Quest on Thursday at 3:00 PM EST

Check up on my twitter for updates, scheduling changes and other goodies I will post.

Have yourselves a wonderful night /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
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>>2405272
>>Practice more with your psychics, but you risk getting tired for work
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>>2405272
>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready

We almost have the job guys, let's not trip at the finish line.
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>>2405272
>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready
JOB FIRST
ESP LATER
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>>2405272
>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready
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>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready
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>>2405283
>>2405284
>>2405301
>>2405987

>Finish the proposal, and get the presentation ready

4 votes for this. Quest will start at 2:00 PM today, just updating here so you guys will have a roll.
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You crack your knuckles, and take a seat on your swivel chair to finish up your proposal for a more fair employee bonus. Since you've finished reading the main legal portions of the manual, you just have to get your presentation ready for Sam. You don't have to do this, but considering how much pressure the whole trial manager process has been putting on you, it feels right to give that much pressure back.

Time to prove yourself as a Wal-Mart manager.

>Roll1d20 +4 INT to finish up your Presentation.
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Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2406140
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Rolled 20 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2406140
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>>2406344
Nice
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Rolled 6 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2406140
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>>2406286
>>2406344
>>2406411

DAT 20! Employee of the FUCKING month over here. Writing.

Sorry about the wait guys, I was getting some lunch.
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>>2406140

+1 INT

<April 22nd, Sunday 10:00 AM>

Your efficiency when working remains unparalleled. You set up a power-point to not only explain, but elaborate on your ideas for the workers' bonus. Backgrounds, diagrams, and even previously applied sources ranging from international branches of Wal-Mart are all implemented to make your proposal all the more enticing.

After finishing up the final diagram on how your idea will not increase worker efficiency by 10%, you finalize your power-point and save it to a secure flash-drive you keep in your desk for any special occasions. Even if it's just 20 GBs, it's taken you from high school to college, saving everything from year end reports to porn.

"Let's see Sam say no to this," you congratulate yourself, "Still 2 or so hours before work...what else to do...?"

>Get some lunch, maybe invite someone? (Specify)
>Practice more with your psychics, but you risk getting tired for work
>Head out for a run, maybe clear your mind?
>Write In
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>>2406534
>>Head out for a run, maybe clear your mind?
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>>2406534
>Head out for a run

What kind of flash drive is 20 GB? Sizes are always powers of two.
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>>2406559
>>2406563

>Head out for a run, maybe clear your mind?

2 votes for this, writing.

>>2406563
Bigger than 16GB and smaller than 32GB.

OOC: Legit though, that's a writing flub on my end.
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>>2406559
>>2406563

After putting on your running shoes, your sweat pants, and setting your phone to a timer you take an exit outside to your normal running route. The air is much clearer now as you take in the world outside. Maybe the weather is beginning to mellow out after that thunderstorm last weekend. You start on your warm-up stretches, yet head back inside when your stomach starts grumbling.

Grabbing a water and an energy bar from inside, you return outside and resume your warm-up.

'Reminder,' you think, and you do a set of squats, 'replace energy bars with protein bars. Can't get gains on an empty stomach.'

>Roll1d20 + 2 AGR for a good run
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Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2406626
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2406626
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2406626
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Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2406626
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>>2406628
>>2406774
>>2406807
Wow dat Nat 1. Writing.
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>After finishing up the final diagram on how your idea will not increase worker efficiency by 10%, you finalize your power-point and save it to a secure flash-drive

Geez we will be owner is a wallmart branch if we keep being this competent
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>owner of a wallmart branch

geez i need to sleep.
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>>2406820
Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

-1 AGR

<April 22nd, Sunday 12:00 PM>

You probably should have listened to your stomach earlier in your run, because your body quite literally burns that energy bar faster than you're able to recover. Your stride if controlled but it only lasts so long as you eventually find yourself gasping for breath and your stomach's grumbling getting louder. By the time you decide to return home, you bend over in almost complete exhaustion.

You decide to sit down on a bench midway through this, as you guzzle down some water to recover faster. Eventually, you make it back home after your disastrous run, arriving to an empty apartment without much food on hand. You can't help but groan at your circumstances, and then praise Paula for finally taking out of here next week.

You don't have much time to mope however, as you head to work and hopefully pick up something tasty along the way.

<April 22nd, Sunday 1:00 PM>

After a quick diversion to a Chipotle, you arrive on time to work. However, instead of taking your normal position, you actually get the courage to ask Ryan to cover for your while you head to Sam's office. Surprisingly enough, he agrees in an unusually enthusiastic tone. Once in Sam's office, you're thankful he doesn't have any appointments during this time and unravel to him your plan for increasing worker productivity by issuing a sale's goal for bonuses at the end of the week.

Sam is quite impressed by the end, as he not only appreciates the amount of effort you put into your presentation, but also your knowledge of the employee's legal code. Funnily enough, this week was probably the only time in your career you actually read it. While your own ideas were good enough to pass, Sam's eyes are more than enthusiastic to get them settled in.

Before you exit his office however, he makes it a point to show you a new room in the Wal-Mart employee offices. He opens the door to an empty desk, and a swivel chair.

"I've seen some dedicated guys in this store before," he states, leading you in, "But, wow that's something I would expect in a trade meeting. I think it goes without saying Erick, that tomorrow, you'll have to put a new metal plate with your name on that desk. Mr. Floor Manager."

<Continued>
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>"I've seen some dedicated guys in this store before," he states, leading you in, "But, wow that's something I would expect in a trade meeting. I think it goes without saying Erick, that tomorrow, you'll have to put a new metal plate with your name on that desk. Mr. Floor Manager."


WE FUCKING GOT IT BOYS!
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>>2406908

<Continued>
+1 AGR, +1 WIL

<April 22nd, Sunday 9:30 PM>

In spite of your earlier failings with your run, there's a new beam of happiness in your eyes as you head back home. You've never considered yourself a hard worker, as you had slacked through a good chunk of college to feed your partying pang. Yet, the last few weeks had shown that there was some hidden discipline in you that kept you working as efficiently as it was skillfully.

You texted Paula the good news after washing off the work-related grime from yourself. Though you had enjoyed a good hour with Sam, the rest of the day was as hectic as you expected. Surprising amount of people came in for candles or matches this time around, probably that inauguration event at the Cathedral you kept hearing about. Paula replies back almost immediately after you do this.

<That's great Erick, I knew you could do it. Certainly will make getting the rent squared away. Haha, anyways have a good evening!>

You reply with a 'Thank you', and let a feeling of accomplishment wash over you. It's been a long time sine you had received a congratulatory message from someone, yet your girlfriend had just given you one with conviction for the future. It was a good feeling.

It wouldn't last long however, as you checked back to your phone for the time. Stheno's meeting had actually been at the end of your mind for a bit, yet now it was something hailing you for attention. You put on your hoodie and jeans, and headed out to meet her. But first, you remembered to get some more of that Arizona Ice Tea.

<April 22nd, Sunday 10:00 PM>

While the police patrols from a couple of weeks back were now gone, there were several portions of the pier that were still closed off to the public. Neither chain-link fences nor police tape really stopped you however and you made your way towards the concert halls.

While some repair work had begun on the main locales, there were still many portions that were still in splinters. It never really occurred to you the amount of damage the hunts really did, until the news began to surge them around. Witnessing them first hand, it really made you think on what not only Gantz but those aliens were really doing around here. What honestly deserved so much destruction?

Your thoughts are interrupted as you noticed a presence poke your head. It felt like a child's slap, but you knew there was no real hand behind it. It wasn't until a disembodied voice spoke in your head that you were aware of who it was.

<Hey there, glad to see you can still follow directions. So, what are you in the market for tonight, Erick?>

>Cognition, improve your cognitive strength
>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics
>Telepathy, improve your mental psychics
>Writing
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>>2407044
>>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics
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>>2407044
>Cognition
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>>2407044
>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics
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>>2407044
>>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics
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>>2407050
>>2407065
>>2407091

>>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics

3 votes for this. Writing
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>>2407044
>Psychokinesis, improve your physical psychics

Guide me master kenobi
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>>2407050
>>2407065
>>2407091
>>2407097

"Thank you for the Ice Tea, Erick," Stheno says, as she moves you towards the far end of the pier while drinking some of the can, "always makes these trips a bit more bearable. Now, what do you want to learn?"

You look to your hand and notice the can didn't move, yet was in her hand a second after you saw her. She takes a few swigs and raises her eyebrows, no doubt grinning underneath her face-mask at your confusion. There's a part of you that wishes to ask or question what just happened, but you just shake your head and let her know.

"I need to hone my psychokinesis better," you state, "I've learned to split my focus on 2 objects, yet I can't really better myself without some guidance. I don't know what else I can do with it honestly."

"Hmm, interesting thing Erick," she says, pacing towards one of the more dilapidated concert halls, "because I told you that psychokinesis was manipulation of the natural world with your mind. Now, let me ask you something, what do you think the extent of this can really be?"

You think for a moment on this and return back to what she initially told you what it meant. What kind of limits are there to manipulating the real world with your mind? If it was just segregated to picking up objects, you imagine it wouldn't be too much control. You are about to reply to Stheno with your confused realization, when a chunk of wood is flung at you at an alarming speed.

<Think fast!>

>Roll1d20 +2 AGR to attempt to defend yourself!
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Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407139
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407139
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Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407139
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>>2407144
>>2407147
>>2407149

Damn, fast rolls!

Dat 21 will do a thing! Writing.
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Pyrokinesis?
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

You barely have time even raise your arms as the debris makes its way to your head. There's a winding breeze as it nears you, and an unfamiliar knot inside of your head as you close your eyes to prevent any flying splinters from sinking into your eyes. Yet, after a few seconds, you feel no pain as you hear the impact of wood on concrete not a few feet away. You open your eyes to see that the debris has fallen not a few feet to your left, almost as if the wind picked it up and moved it away from you.

"Wrong again Einstein!", you hear Stheno's voice shout on one of the concert seats, "You did that yourself, though subconsciously. Now, see if you can do it at will because here come a few more!"

You don't get a chance to reply as suddenly two concert seats are thrown your way. They're all about the same size as the first one, but they're coming in pairs now. A bit of you attempt to recall what the initial response was, until you feel that familiar knot in your head as the debris approaches closer. This time however, your eyes are open to see the debris swerve in a direction around you, avoiding you completely and landing on the concrete.

"Nice job, Erick," Stheno says, while sipping on more of that Arizona Ice Tea, "Here's the last one, and try to focus hard, cause it's a bit tougher than the others. It's not about the weight, but about its mass in your head. Miniaturize it, and you'll stop it!"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of metal bending and wood creaking as part of the scafolding for the concert stand begins to drop from its hinges. Stheno flicks her wrist at you, and the entire portion of it comes crashing down towards you. You almost gawk at the size of, and look back at Stheno for some advice. She only waves her hand at you as the whole scaffolding begins to descend further on your head.

'Miniaturize it...', you think, looking back at the scaffolding, and reach out with your hand to it. You imagine its size in that instant, and how larger it seems. And then, you imagine it about the size of the stands, and then, the size of the seat Stheno's sitting on. Stheno...the things this woman has you do just for a bit of guidance...

The amount of strain those previous objects put on you wasn't too significant, but now your mind begins to strain at the sheer quantity of what you need to hold back. Yet, you manage to hold it. For a few moments, the scaffolding stops its fall, and almost leans around you. It's enormous metal frame approaches the side of the pier, and then splashes down into the bottom of the pier. The splash of water and the built up strain finally cause you to fall down on a knee and a trickle of blood to emerge from your nose.

<Continued>
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Stheno is way to hardcore with her trainning...i love it.
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<Unlocked> - <Psychokinesis - Novice>

Your head is swerving after that onslaught. No, it's actually pounding given how that pain manifested into a knot, as it is now beginning to painfully unravel in your head. There's the sound of clapping as you hear a few steps come closer to you. Then, you feel a hand pat you on the back, as another offers you up to a standing position.

"Not gonna lie, I was ready to stop if it went down any farther," Stheno says, lifting you up, "But, it's sure a way to bring out that survival instinct in you, right? That's called a Force Field, it's the key to some of the scarier things psychokinesis can do."

"Y-yeah...I remember something like that," you say, looking back at her as you catch your breath, "I did something like it in my apartment, like seeing through walls for a distance. Never felt it like this though..."

"Ah, a presence field, same principle, different application," Stheno says, "think of this one as more of a projection of yourself in the world around you. Within that field, YOU get to say what comes in and what comes out, as well as lot of other things given you've got enough focus."

Stheno motions you to the stands, and you follow suit with that slight bit of wobble in your step. As she gets to one of the concert halls, he opens her palm and you're instantly thrown back with a bit of force. You land on your ass, and then look back at Stheno with confused gaze.

"You can deflect, reflect, and have it only affect a certain side as well," she says, looking back at you, "but, you gotta be strong enough though for higher mobility shit, like cars and stuff. Also, you should be able to control a lot bigger objects now Erick, assuming you learned from your mistakes."

She moves closer and gives you another hand as you take it to get up. You give her a huff, and she laughs it off.

"Anyways, let's practice a bit more," she says, lifting up another seat from the concert hall, "I know you're tired, but we'll stop the moment one of them hits you."

This was going to be one of those rough nights...

>Roll1d20 +2 AGR to see how long you last against Stheno
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Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407278
With this nat twenty the student surpasses the master
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Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407278
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Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2407278
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>>2407301
>>2407312
>>2407315

And with DAT 20, anon regained the last of this stats. Writing.
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>>2407324
Wait, what are our stats at right now?
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>>2407329
int +5, Agg+3 , Will +2

I think.
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>>2407312
Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

+1 AGR, +1 Trust (Jaslinh Nguyen)

<April 22nd, Sunday 11:45 PM>

You arrive home, flopping lazily on your bed as you collapse from the sheer exhaustion of the night's events. For the last hour, you had trained extensively with Stethno on how to work with your force field the only way she knew how. By throwing lots of shit at you and hoping you didn't get hit. It wasn't until the last five minutes when your body finally gave out, slumping down to the pier and you loosing consciousness.

Stethno woke you up almost immediately afterwards, and actually let you know that the only time you were hit, was when your body hit the pier's floor. She was legitimately impressed at your mental endurance for the night, going as far as stating that you reminder her of her brother.

You wanted to inquire further on what that meant, but she left the area before you fully recovered enough to go after her. There's not much else to recall afterwards, only that your drive back was a little harrowing given your state of mind. You didn't even bother taking your shoes off, as you laid in bed and dozed off to sleep.

<April 23rd, Monday 9:30 AM>

Your body is exhausted after last night's endeavor, going as far as ignoring your regular alarm for the day. A small message is on your phone, this time it's from a new number.

<Hey Erick, it's Sam, and from now on I'm your direct boss. Come down to the office at 10:00 Am today. Don't worry, it's to discuss your schedule, so I'll give you a free shift today because you're just officially starting with the position.>

You close it and think on how beneficial this is going to be. Grabbing an energy bar and from your closet, you head on out to meet your new boss and position.

<Continued>
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>Jaslinh Nguyen

Who the fuck is that?
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>>2407391

<April 23rd, Monday 10:00 AM>

Upon arriving to the Wal-Mart office, Sam offers you a seat near his desk, while he's busy typing away at the computer.

"Just letting you know, I still have to get your plan settled in with the district manager," he says, typing away, "but, given how good that presentation was and how extensive you were, I don't think he'll have much else to say on it besides: hell yeah. Anyways, you were working with a weekly assigned schedule, which changes today."

Sam turns his big monitor screen to you, and shows you a table with your time-sheet and schedule on it. On it, he shows you rows, upon rows of possible schedule times for you choose from.

"You'll have to do this bi-weekly from now on," he says, looking back you from the monitor's side, "but, YOU'LL get to do it yourself. Also, be sure to include any holidays and your new monthly vacation days as well."

>Schedule that favors, your missions
>Schedule that favors, your friends
>Schedule that favors, your training
>Write In

>>2407359
OOC: Correct, also trying to make choosing this as convenient as possible so if you want to be more specific, go ahead guys.
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>>2407407
It's Stheno's real name. Kind of a spoiler, but I want to be consistent with the stat gains.
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>>2407424
>Schedule that favors, your missions
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>>2407424
>Schedule that favors, your friends
Not sure much overlap this is going to have, but I think this can cover most our bases.
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>>2407424
>>Schedule that favors, your missions
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>>2407452
>>2407481
>Schedule that favors, your missions

2 votes for this, writing
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>>2407452
>>2407481

After going over your head what could be most important, having a schedule that favors your mission time would make keeping your job much safer. You thanked your lucky stars that you didn't have a late shift the two previous times it happened, and wondered how you have managed to keep that a secret.

From now on your schedule would favor morning shifts during Sundays and Mondays, as well as keeping most of the night shifts for the middle of the week. Since you're working full time for 40 hours, your off days would account for Tuesdays and Thursdays when Yukino would need you and Paula. As it stood however, your schedule was much more manageable in terms of how much it accounted for now.

After finishing this, Sam instructed you on your new duties as a floor manager, as well as giving you a new name-tag. While you were familiar with setting schedules and taking full inventory from your previous talks, he also instructed you on your new closing duties, as well as the extended night shift you would have to take on occassion. For the most part however, it all went smoothly.

<April 23rd, Monday 11:00 AM>

Upon leaving Sam's office and heading out to your car, you receive a text from Dante, and another one from Paula right afterwards.

Dante: <Alright man, it's gonna happen either today or tomorrow, so don't go outside without your suit today. Be ready for anything.>

Paula: <Walter's meeting us at the airport in a bit. Says he wants to speak on what he found over lunch, and I had him assign me as a police escort so I'll be right nearby. Also, Allie's been let out but she's within police surveillance at the moment. >

You close your phone, replying with the same 'Alright, gotcha', to both of the messages, and start up your car towards Reagan National Airport.

<Continued>
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<Continued>

<April 23rd, Monday 12:00 PM>

You found Walter near the entrance to the main lobby of the airport not a few moments after arriving. He was carrying that same suitcase from earlier, and a much more worried look on his face. Paula arrived to the airport soon after you, and followed right behind you in a police cruiser you noticed had another passenger in it, a large heavy-set Hispanic man with a crew cut. You didn't pay it much mind as Walter showed you the directions to the lunch restaurant.

"Erick, I'll just let you know that there's some good and bad to what I have dug up," he states, looking right at you, "For the most part, it's bad though, considering the amount of time we're going to need to resolve this. On the other hand, you do have a chance of getting out of this Scott free but...it's going to be a long-shot."

"Didn't really expect it to be easy," you reply, not taking your eyes off the road, "It's not the first time I've dealt with something this egregious. Hell, if anything, I'm just glad there's a way out, no matter how small it may be to get."

You hear him sigh at your statement, and he turns his head to the ground. Afterwards, he doesn't say a word for the remainder of the trip. A hint of worry begins to grow in you as this continues, and you wonder just how extensive this whole thing really is...

<April 23rd, Monday 12:30 PM>

You've never been to Nando's Peri Peri before, mostly because you've never actually known what it really was about. However, after smelling the aroma of tangy spice and the sound of African drums, you get the feeling it is certainly not the kind of restaurant you would normally head into. You sit down with Walter in one of the booths and look over the menu. He doesn't give you a chance to order however, as he quickly motions a waiter for a full thing of chicken to table, mildly spiced of course, with a big set of fries and corn on the cob.

You're awestruck at the speed on which he decided, yet you figure he's probably been here before. You don't object to it really, as you're quite a fan of roasted chicken, even in this strange blend of restaurant you find yourself in. Paula soon joins you both at the table, still in her uniform, and orders a pair of wings for herself and probably her partner guarding the police cruiser.

"Alright, I've got several sheets of paper in this briefcase," he says, patting the case, "Some of them with good news and some of them with bad news. Where do you want to start?"

>Good News
>Bad News
>Write In
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>>2407648
>Bad News
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>>2407648
>Bad News
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>>2407648
>>Bad News
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>>2407648
>>Bad News
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>>2407679
>>2407704
>>2407714

>Bad news

3 votes, writing
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>>2407679
>>2407704
>>2407714

"Bad news first," you reply, with Paula nodding in response, "I need to know what we're going up against here. Let's be realistic about how we need to react."

Walter nods and wordlessly opens his briefcase and takes out two bundles of stapled papers. You notice there's about eight per bundle, before he guides them over to your side of the table. Paula takes one as you take the other.

"You'll only really be interested in the last page of each," Walter states, and you and Paula both turn to the appropriate page, "I tried to get them appealed to a judge friend of mine, but both were rejected as the FBI made no error in conducting their initial investigation on you. As for the other one, it's a denied proposal I made to another friend of mine in Congress, who stated 'I'd rather not get involved in a higher brass matter.'"

"Higher brass?," Paula replies, beating you to the obvious question, "How important is this case to them? Yeah, it was dumb thing that Erick did but...don't they reserve that for heavy homeland security cases?"

"I am not too sure on what exactly Erick rattled when he entered the database," Walter states, rubbing his temple, "but, it must have been a very important thing if the FBI are placing it as a priority case. We tried holding it in review, we only could buy you so much time. I'm sorry Erick, but at best, I think you only have a few more days until they come to do their full investigation."

You stare down at the words on the sheet of paper, and the denial of jurisdiction notice on the sheet. It's like a guillotine hanging over your head, what was once just the simple weight of a house from your worries. You don't even bother looking at Paula's sheet before you look over to Walter again.

"So...is there anything we can do?", you say, looking over to him with a slight plead in your eyes, "You said there was a chance right? I'm not going to give up on this, so...I just need to at least know."

This elicits another sigh from Walter as your food arrives to table not long afterwards. Even with the smell of fresh herbs and delicious chicken your gaze does not waver from Walter's.

"I still have the original search warrant for your house," he says, handing you the original notice, "You would need to present that to either an senator that has pull with the FBI or the head of the FBI themselves. To be entirely honest...it would be a long-shot even for me Erick...I'm sorry."

<Continued>
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>>2407769
>you would need to present that to either an senator that has pull with the FBI or the head of the FBI themselves
I know a guy that can help with that lol
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>>2407769

<Continued>

<April 23rd, Monday 2:00 PM>

Lunch goes silently after Walter's revelation, as neither him nor you say a word. It's a continuous dig at your stomach with every word he spoke on how hopeless the whole case seemed. Even Paula is having trouble making conversation to soften the mood, yet you see that there's a similar worry around her eyes, much like your own. You couldn't even taste the chicken or fries as you ate, as the worry of the approaching time only made the feeling even worse.

After finishing your meal, Walter insists on paying. Probably out of pity, yet you get the feeling he may be feeling guilty of having not been able to do more. He exits the restaurant, and Paula follows close afterwards, making a motion to call her as soon as possible. You return it, and head out to your car to depart out again.

<April 23rd, Monday 2:30 PM>

"Do you think he may have pull with them Erick?", Paula's voice over the phone responds, "I mean, we never actually checked with Dante if his father had dealings with the FBI. For all we know he's-"

"He's got to have something in his repertoire," you reply back, leaning in your bed, "I mean, he's going to owe us a favor once we get his son back, so it's worth a check. Hell, even if he doesn't have pull maybe he knows somebody who does."

"It's just that...", Paula stops herself before she finishes, "Sorry, I'm getting too anxious is all. I just don't want this to go south when everything is...going so well for once."

"It's not going to go south," you reply, getting up, "I'll find a way out Paula, just-"

Your call is interrupted be the sound of what appears to be an siren in Paula's speaker. You don't hear her say another word, before the line cuts off.

'God, I hope she's ok...'

You lean back again on your bed, and another message pops up on your phone. It's from Tanjeet.

<Erick, I found something really interesting online. Head over to my dorm, because I think it's related to the game.>

You sigh at his message and look to the door and see what could need doing.

>Dante, meet him and see if he can confirm if his father has ties to the FBI
>Tanjeet, meet him at his dorm, and wonder who the hell else knows about Gantz...
>Mellow out in video games, though this could be a bad time...
>Write in
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>>2407885
>>Tanjeet, meet him at his dorm, and wonder who the hell else knows about Gantz...
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>>2407885
>>Tanjeet, meet him at his dorm, and wonder who the hell else knows about Gantz...
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>>2407885
>Tanjeet, meet him at his dorm, and wonder who the hell else knows about Gantz...
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>>2407921
>>2407948
>>2407956

>Meeting with Tanjeet

3 votes for this. Writing.
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>>2408022
>>2407921
>>2407948
>>2407956

<April 23rd, Monday 3:00 PM>

You reply back with an, 'Ok, be there in a bit,' before you put your Gantz suit on and make your way over there. Tanjeet had given you his directions if you ever needed to pick him up for a training session after your previous one. While he had been a little reclusive before, you figured the guy was probably more lonely than anything. Had you met him before you were in the game, you probably would have been better friends with him given how reclusive you yourself used to be.

As you pulled up to Amsterdam Hall, you notice the large open entrance and visitor hall in the front. Upon reporting to the security desk, they notify you that they'll send a call to his room informing him your arrival. You remember this dumbass security process of only letting students into the dorms, yet you couldn't really blame them considering how crime ridden DC could get. So, you sit an wait in the main lobby waiting for Tanjeet to arrive.

<April 23rd, Monday 3:30 PM>

You almost fall asleep in the visitor lounge before one of the security officers lets you know that he's not in his dorm.

"What?", you almost shout, "he texted me that he was in there. Can't you have someone knock and check that he's there or something?"

"We already did," says the fat chick manning the security booth, "Either check with him again or come back at a later time. Unfortunately, we can't grant you access if you're not a student sir."

You scoff at the time lost and say a courteous, 'Thank you', to the security officer before you storm to the bench outside. You dial in Tanjeet's number, and give him an immediate call. You get two dropped calls, before he finally picks up.

"Erick? Dude, why are you calling now?", Tanjeet states over the phone, "If this is about training, you should call later man. I'm still in class, and I just had to request a bathroom pass to talk to you."

"Bathroom pass? What are you middl-", you blurt out, until your mind finally catches up, "Wait, you're in class? Then, why did you send me a message that you found something about the game online?"

"Dude, I told you I have class until 5, everyday," he replies, "I can't afford to miss lectures as is with end of semester exams coming up. And I never sent you any message today, what are you talking about?"

>Head back home, something's not right here
>Wait for Tanjeet, and remind him to put his suit back on
>Call Paula, and ask if she's alright
>Write In
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>>2408077
>>Call Paula, and ask if she's alright
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>>2408077
>>2408077
>Head back home, something's not right here

We can just remind Tanjeet about it over the phone. Also, fuck I can't believe we forgot about his schedule...
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>>2408077
>>2408091
>Head back home, something's not right here
Shit how did they fake a message from him?
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>>2408091
>>2408100

>Head back home, something's not right here

2 votes for this, writing.
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>>2408091
>>2408100

<April 23rd, Monday 4:30 PM>

After apologizing for calling him at a bad time, and promptly reminding him to put on his suit as soon as he gets home, you head back home with a worrying itch in the back of your head.

In spite of how well you know DC now, it appears this may be the one time you get caught in traffic. As you rushed back to your apartment, a line of cars that extends towards Marriott Plaza, near the big malls, blocks your way towards home. You almost want to get out and run, but the streets seem to be crowded as well as several dozens of people make their way to the other side of a big crossing.

After the line of cars begins to move again, you notice that the crossing is actually a big procession of sorts that's heading Wisconsin NW, with a religious cradle and crew at its back. You only surmise it's that inaugurational parade for National Cathedral from earlier this week. It is a strange sight to behold in the modern day, that such religious iconography remains in such tandem with people's lives. You would almost think it is beautiful as the procession itself looks well rehearsed by all of those involved, especially the standard bearers and religious heads at the front.

In the hour you lost, you slowly begin to wonder if that much praise and raise is going to really benefit a religious institution.

Yeah, right.'

<April 23rd, Monday 5:00 PM>

After cursing your luck, and the Roman Catholic church for a bit, you finally make it back to your apartment. However, before you enter your home, you notice something is off about your door. The handle and door itself are fine, yet...something here is not adding up in your image of normality. Between looking at the door, your eyes catch sight of your welcome mat, slightly tilted to the side...

You reach down and lift it up. Your key is missing.

'Someone's in there...'

>Call the police, but you don't know if Gantz is going to call you now...
>Enter with caution, be as subtle as possible
>Bust in, as soon as you get it unlocked, enter with haste and search with equal haste.
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>>2408182
>>Bust in, as soon as you get it unlocked, enter with haste and search with equal haste.
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>>2408182
>Enter with caution, be as subtle as possible
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>>2408191
>Enter with caution, be as subtle as possible
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>>2408182
>Enter with caution, be as subtle as possible
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>>2408191
>>2408200
>>2408209

>Enter with caution, be as subtle as possible.

3 votes for this, writing.
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>>2408191
>>2408200
>>2408209

You steel your nerves for whatever might be in there. Just as a precaution, you focus your mind on the suit and have it activate at a moment's notice. Taking out your keys, you place on hand as quietly as you on the door knob, while the other holds your keys closer to the lock itself. The motion will have to be slow and fluid, in order to prevent any noise from occurring.

You take a deep breath, and begin to move your hands.

>Roll1d20 +5 INT for a stealthy approach, and to search out your apartment quietly.
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2408226
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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2408226
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Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2408227
Damn it, shameful display of my part.
>>2408226
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Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2408226
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>>2408240
>>2408250
>>2408253

DAT 23! Aren't you guys glad for these high roll? Writing.
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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

The motion in your hand is fluid, almost serene, as you turn your key within the keyhole and deftly take it out. Your other hand is equally fluid in its motion, as you open the door with enough speed to prevent creaking and enough subtlety to prevent he metal frame from scraping it. You take a few, very delicate steps inside, and peer to see that your house doesn't look ransacked or even overtly disheveled.

Regardless, you take your steps very carefully to peer around your room. The bathroom, and the shower are clean of anything or anyone. Your bed and office desk are clear of anything that's out of place. Even your laptop seems to have remained untouched, though you would search through its files if anything was taken at a later time.

'That only leaves the-'

Your thought is interrupted by a creaking noise coming from your closet. You immediately turn your head and see the door opening on its own and a feminine hand peeking reaching out of it. You instantly move it and spot a female figure dart back inside as you get closer. Upon reaching the closet door, you peer inside to see a familiar face.

Allie lays slumped in your closet floor, between the coats and your extra pair of shirts. She's holding a gun, or rather fumbling with it, and you notice it is your X-Rifle. After slowly chiding yourself for forgetting to take it, you immediately drag it out of her hands as she protests all the way.

"Erick! Please, they're after me!," she pleads, a few tears leaving her eyes, "They're going to get us both unless I have proof! Please, you have to believe me!"

"You break into my house, try to steal from me," you reply, a growing frustration in your voice, "and you expect me to believe you? I told you to drop this alien bullshit and yet here we are back again."

"I know you don't approve, but I had to get your attention somehow," she states, making her way out of your closet, "Please, I'll forgive what happened at my apartment, just..please help me now. You don't even have to get out of this room, just let me know what Gantz is and I'll be on my way, I already have pictures of the gun so it should be more than enough proof."

"Forgive me? I have half a mind to throw you on your ass right now," you retort, getting a little angrier, "This whole alien bullshit is all fake nonsense Allie. None of this shit is real, and I have no idea what the hell you're going on about."

"Stop fucking pretending it isn't real damnit!", she shouts at you, getting way too close for speaking range, "That's a piece of alien technology and you know something about it! I don't want to harm you or anyone else, but there could be more people dying out there and it's going to be your damn fault if we don't find a way to stop...WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"

'This dumb...'

>Stall her, Paula said she was being watched so...maybe the police are on their way
>Throw her out, she can't stop you, right?
>Relent, but don't mention Gantz
>Write in
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>>2408366
>>Stall her, Paula said she was being watched so...maybe the police are on their way
Fucking thot
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>>2408397
Supporting.

I get the feeling she's got something up her sleeve if we try to use force so...no THOT BEGONE for now.
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>>2408366
>Stall her, Paula said she was being watched so...maybe the police are on their way
Yell at her for messing with our "LARP props" and that what we do in our free time is not her business.
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>>2408397
>>2408408
>>2408431

>Stalling

3 votes for this, Writing.
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>>2408397
>>2408408

<April 23rd, Monday 5:15 PM>

There's no way you're going to tell her about Gantz, but at the same time there's something not right here. She came in so brazenly and could have just ran off if she wanted to with your gun. There's something else that she wants here, and the means to keep you here. Out of much options, you decide to stall until, hopefully, the police arrive to take her away.

"Goddamnit, calm down," you state, moving closer, "It's not what you think, it really isn't. That gun, that's a LARP prop me and friends use! What do you think a single, male nobody like me even has something like that for?"

"LARP?!" she shouts again, laughing almost cruelly at your words, "you think I'm that fucking stupid? If it's a LARP prop, then by all means tell me what you're LARPing. And just so you know, I know enough of sci-fi shit to know you're bullshitting me Erick."

"It's an original designed LARP prop," you reply, "very expensive and you were holding it like it was toy gun. That shit's a custom import from Korean, you think they make that shit over here?!"

<April 23rd, Monday 5:20 PM>

"You are the worst liar I have ever seen," Allie states, in complete disbelief, "Like, it's incredible the kind of shit you want me to believe right now! What? Is it some crazy design you made with your friends over an internet forum? How dense do you fucking think I am Erick?!"

"Funny, coming from the chick that wants to believe aliens exist," you retort, and you see Allie's expression change towards a familiar rage, "Get real Allie, like anyone would even believe someone as unstable as you. Besides, what I do in my free time is none of your concerns you crazy bitch!"

No more words come out of Allie, rather no coherent words as she launches herself towards you. Or rather, towards the rifle itself sitting near your bedside. The move takes you somewhat by surprise but you're on her in seconds. She's holding onto the rifle with both of her arms as you try to pry her away.

<April 23rd, Monday 5:25 PM>

In spite of her diminutive size, Allie's managing to put up an effort to hold onto the rifle for dear life. All the while, you start to hear sirens coming from the street. It's at this time that you decide to utilize the suit's strength, and attempt to pry her away for good. Even if it does injure her, it's better that she's not in possession of the weapon. However, as your suit powers up, you hear a familiar ringing noise inside of your ears.

'Now?!'

You resolve to pry Allie away from the gun, when suddenly, a familiar laser drops from the sky, or window rather. However instead of going after you, it instead goes after Allie. Upon realizing what is happening Allie finally lets go of the gun, and stares in disbelief as her body is teleported away to another area. You don't even hear the shouts of the police entering your house, before you and the rifle are teleported as well.

<April 23rd, Monday 5:30 PM>

<Episode End>
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Oh my god, what a doozy of an episode. I apologize to everyone in that I did not mean for it to be this long initially, but I am glad that some of you stuck around for the entire ride.

We will resume with episode 5 this Sunday at 12:00 PM EST, and get started on the Third Hunt.

Check up on my twitter for updates, scheduling changes and other goodies I will post.

And as always, have yourselves a wonderful night /qst/.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
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>>2408533
Oh great, now the crazy bitch is part of the team.
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>>2408533
Fucking dumb bitch.
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>>2408547
Can't wait for her to try and make 'first contact' with the aliens. I'm gonna laugh like a maniac
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>>2408544
Thanks for the run Bolivar. Can't wait for the chaos of the third hunt to start!
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>>2408547
>>2408556
So now, we have that Blood on our team as well as Chris coming back after this hunt and NOW we have this crazy bitch.

I think we're finally playing Gantz, people.
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>>2408611
Plus whoever Gantz sends with us to this hunt and it's the third hunt. Man shit is going to be crazy!
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>>2408533
I knew that was going to happen.
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>>2414798
To be fair i kinda expected she would die in the prison.
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>>2414874
Die and join the game? Because that's too high profile for Gantz.
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>>2417742
As per fucking usual.




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