<Continued>

Your body reacts, a natural instinct to protect the one in front you, and you fix both of your guns on the monster before you. Yet before you can fire, two strong, sticky ropes pull at your arms, preventing you from firing. You turn your head towards the rope's origin to find they're not ropes but tongues from the mouths of two large gray creatures. They look like salamanders, yet their appearance belies their surprising strength to restrain you, moreso at the possible carnage that's about to take place before you.

You can't help but look as the muscular gait of the creature bounds for Carol's body and snaps her body right between its jaws. You're trying desperately to move forward as the monster violently shakes her, and begins to tear her apart between her screams.

"We're all dead anyways," a voice speaks to your left, an older gentleman's voice, "Why does it matter if we're all dead?"

"Such a cute girl though," another voice speaks to your right, middle aged from its sounds, "Shame she has to die like this, so violently."

The voices are...coming from the creatures? You don't take enough time to contemplate as Carol is mercilessly split in half with her creature's last brutal roll. It then starts to feed on the broken pieces. The sight is too much for you, as you lose your lunch onto the pier's concrete.

"There's more than one choice," you hear a young man's voice, from the crocodile in front of you, "You could have saved her you know."

As it continues to eat Carol, you actually start tearing up at the sight. You didn't know it was going to be like this. You didn't know what was truth or not. How could anyone know what was going to happen?

Your self-deprecating contemplation ends as a large splash is made from the water and an even larger monsters erupts from it. You're almost taken off your feet at the sheer weight of it. You are taken off your feet however, when you spot the object dangling from its mouth.

"Paula...", you meekly call out, as you see her in the monster's jaws.

"Haha!,' you hear a sadistic voice call out, from the large monster, "never thought I'd taste a cop's ass tonight!"

The creature clamps down its jaws completely, and spits out Paula's remains onto the concrete before you, splattering her blood alongside your vomit. Her upper body lies perfectly still, dead and motionless with a pool of blood forming around it. It takes your brain a few seconds to properly register the sight before you, and almost lose your lunch right then and there.

Your eyes are affixed on her face, yet the moment they look away you hear her voice in your ears,

"You...dumb...hero..."

>Scream
>Cry
>Shout

>>2290129
>Shout
Control rage

>>2290123
Also great to see you continue this Bolivar

>>2290129
>Shout

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>>2290171
>>2290152

You wake up in a cold sweat, shouting at the top of your lungs for a brief moment before your reassess your surroundings. Your breath is shallow, and you extend your hands to face to relieve your gaze of the world around you. Between your gasps and the heaving of your chest, you slowdown your eyes to focus on the palms of your hands, and them from your face.

You take a second to flex your digits, one fingertip to your thumb and you repeat the process until you have felt the sensation in all 5. It was an exercise your mother taught you to calm down after a nightmare.

'If you can feel all of your fingers,' she would explain to your crying child form, 'then the dream isn't real. There's nothing to be afraid of if it's not real.'

You don't know how truthful that last part really is, but at least it calmed you down slightly. You sigh in exhaustion as you turn to stare at your ceiling, not bothering to even put the covers on. Shelfstack or customer service really did a number on you yesterday, as it seems there's a few aches in your legs.

'Should probably go to the gym,' you mention to yourself, shuffling around for your phone, 'can't be feeling like this after a night shift...'

As you reach for the phone on the floor below your bed, you open it to find the time and date.

April 10th, Tuesday, 9:10 AM.

'Should probably get changed,' you think, 'Ryan an asshole when I'm late.'

You move towards your closet, shuffling through a couple of water bottles and diet coke cans as you head to get changed. Upon opening the closet doors however, you're greeting by a horrifying sight. Hanging from one of your wire hangers is a full bodied black suit.

"This..." you slowly turn to the bottom of the closet, "isn't real right...It was... a dream...right?"

Your eyes meet a small, plastic looking gun sitting at the bottom of your closet.

>Investigate, your phone
>Investigate, your contacts
>Investigate, the news
>Write in

>>2290154
OOC: Can't leave you guys hanging. I love Gantz and I love me some quests.

>>2290183
>Investigate, your phone

Change to >Investigate, the equipment

>>2290183
>Investigate, the news
We should check if we still have a car.

>>2290183
>Investigate, the news

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>>2290196
>>2290190
>>2290196

You hastily shut down your closet door and head towards your desk. With equal haste, you sit down onto your swivel chair and open your laptop. After waiting what seems like 30 minutes for your computer to boot up and for the password to be accepted, you make for the big Chrome icon on your task bar and start up the fastest news feed you can get your hands on.

The stream connects and you're met with a Fox news logo before you see an onsite newscaster on the scene out of a disaster movie.

"As you can see before me," the man points to burning wreckage of cars and pavement, "This is ground zero on the DC Gas explosion, one of the worst infrastructure disasters our city has seen in decades, a disaster that has supposedly claimed the lives of two individuals."

The image flashes to two images, and your jaw drops to find them all too familiar.

"Though their bodies have yet to be located," he goes on, showing the burning wreckage of the intersection, "it is believed one of these individuals was police recruit, Paula Narbo Torrez, a recent graduate of the police academy."

You can't hear anymore of the newscast, before your mouse furiously moves to another feed. The CNN logo pops up to find another familiar sight.

"What you're looking at," a blonde newscaster is presenting the destruction on the DC pier, "is the site of what can only be assumed as wide-scaled vandalism as officials are investigating the site of the renovated DC pier."

You move to another newscast, NBC this time.

"We have just received reports that the bodies of two congressmen," you stare dumbfounded at the screen, and the two middle age portraits right before you, "Andrew Parks, and Johnathan Blunt were found this morning in the Potomac river, their car having met in a collision with an unknown vehicle at this time."

It's all too real. It all happened. The explosion, the pier, all of the people in the room...

You don't contemplate enough before your phone starts ringing. You go to pick it up, as a familiar voice on the other side ask you, "Hello is this Mr. Vanders? We're calling to let you know that your car is in the deposit and you can come pick up whenever you need it."

>Thanks, I'll be right there.
>Hang up, call someone else
>Hold on, this is moving too quickly, I need food...
>Write in

>>2290239
Call Paula, maybe she needs someone to testify how she is not dead.

>>2290239
>Thanks, I'll be right there.

>>2290239
>Hang up, call someone else
Call Paula

>That feel when no news about the black school girl thta got shoot

American yay...

>>2290282
No body, no story.

>You go to pick it up, as a familiar voice on the other side ask you

Is that Paula? Since after the accident the police, most likely, took out of the road all the cars who didn't had a owner.

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>>2290279
>>2290268

You hang up the phone without speaking a single word, and look up your contacts.

Indeed, her name alongside Carol's are both there. You send the call out to her, to try and come terms with everything that happened last night this morning. In those ten agonizing seconds it takes for her to pick up you think on how she's probably dealing with this whole situation herself.

"Hello?," you hear Paula's voice on the receiver call out, "I'm a little busy right now, what do you need? Who is this?"

"It's me Erick," you sigh, in mild relief, "I need to speak to you as soon as you're able."

"I'll probably get off late today," she replies back, "they're questioning me about the explosion and how I'm still alive. What do you want to speak about?"

>Gantz, the equipment and the ball itself
>The others, check up on Carol and maybe Dante
>Your car, I need a ride to the depot...
>Write in

>>2290291
OOC: Sorry, that's a fuck up on my end. Typos do that...

>>2290295
>The others, check up on Carol and maybe Dante

>>2290295
>The others, check up on Carol and maybe Dante

Nah it's fine. Just checking.

>>2290295
>The others, check up on Carol and maybe Dante

>>2290335
>>2290314
>>2290319

"We need to check up on the others," you say to her, "I don't know how Carol may be taking this whole thing or if she's ok. Also...there's still a lot of things we need to ask Dante."

"Right," Paula replies in agreement, "I'll look up where Dante is, assuming that Senator stepdad of his hasn't thrown him on the street."

"Please call me back when you're able," you speak up to her, "I can't sleep without knowing the others are fine."

"Relax," she says, with a soothing tone in her voice, "you'll die of a heart attack if you keep that up."

"Oh shit, I have to hang up, the higher ups want their answers. Take care of yourself Erick."

She hangs up, and you're left there alone again. Your phone lists back 10:10 AM. Usually there would be an alarm ring on your phone now from WalMart, but it seems you lucked out today. No shift for your sorry ass it seems.

What do you do now?

>Head out, get your car.
>Eat something, get your strength back
>Look for someone. (Specify)
>Write In

>>2290355
>Eat something, get your strength back

I would say to check in Carol. But white guy walking around a area were a black school girl lives/got shot is just asking to be mugged.

>>2290355
>>Eat something, get your strength back
Then get our car

Also she is at school at this time. So we better eat something get our car. Then we drive there.

Bolivar while eating can, we look up on the internet for places were we can train with the suit?

>>2290375
OOC: Yes actually, just write it in along with your choice.

>>2290355
Then add to my vote here: >>2290364 to look for desert places around the town were we can use to male some night trainning.

>>2290355
>>Head out, get your car.
But stop at McDonalds first

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>>2290406
>>2290364
>>2290373
>>2290375
OOC: For the sake of fairness, I will include this bit.

>>2290414
OOC: I'll put this in after we get our car.

Your stomach a grumble as you realize that the panic has begun to upset you in more ways than one.

You head to the fridge, and open its doors to what will be late breakfast now. Eggs, bacon, ham, and some leftover chinese food from Sunday.

'Omelette it is...', you say as you take out the ingredients, and a skillet from the bottom pantry. As you start up the burner, your phone rings at a message you received. You go to pick it up, and it reads from Carol...

'At school,' you read through it, 'testing out the suit after class. Want to join me?'

Another message comes through after this one, with it giving out an address. 'Diamond Auto Parts', you recognize it as a junkyard/ used car depot.

'Oh yeah,' you remember from the taxi ride, 'she lives near Franklin...no wonder she got shot.'

You gloom over slightly at your own comment, before you start making your omelette. A couple of minutes later, and some orange juice in a glass, you sit down to eat. All the while, maybe you should look for a safer area to start practicing with your equipment.

You take not of two places in your search, the rooftop lines near Georgetown which are said to used by parkour athletes, and Roosevelt Island, where the trees and ample expanse will serve for good target practice. You finish your food, and head out to the depot for your car.

Let's hope they don't ask too many questions...but...what about Carol?

>Text, the junkyard's fine
>Text, Roosevelt Island
>Text, Georgetown
>Write in

>>2290428
>>Text, Roosevelt Island

>>2290428
>Text, Roosevelt Island

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>>2290448
>>2290430

You figure taking the bus to the depot is probably faster, considering the commuting time there is roughly 30 min if you try to go on foot, and cheaper than taking one of DC's taxis. You make yourself decent, wash up your face, and head out to find your car.

As you step out onto that familiar 1207 7th NW, you make for the bus stop on the nearby curb. It only takes a couple of minutes for it to get there, yet in that time you sent Carol the text for Roosevelt Island.

She replies with, ok, 'but can you give me a ride?', to which you reply in agreement.

You board the DC's finest inner city bus, and realize you're getting a lot of odd looks as you head for a seat. As you make your way to the back, you can hear people whispering and looking at you.

"Isn't that the guy from the news?" "Nah, too skinny, and too young." "What's he doing here?" "What a baddass, he lived through an explosion."

You don't much attention after that. Not 10 minutes later, you arrive at the crossing for the depot, and head to the reception office. It doesn't take too long for you to be seated, but substantially longer to get the paperwork in order. After what seemed to be an hour, the receptionist gives you back your license and your registration number.

"Alright Mr. Vanders," she says, giving your ID one last look before handing it back, "the car's yours, and in good condition given the circumstances."

"Thank you," you reply back, but then feel a tug on your ID as she supposedly hands it back to you.

"I received a warrant from the police department," she speak back, a serious look in eyes, "They looked over you car, but they said in the possibility that you showed up, that you go speak to them as soon as possible. I would suggest you do."

She lets go of your ID and she sees you out of the office. As you head back to your car, you notice that it really is just as you left it. If anything, it looks better since whoever was looking it over decided to give it a good washing.

As you step in, and make sure all of your stuff is still inside, you take a moment to assess the current situation and plan your next move.

>Police, speak to them as the receptionist says
>Dante, text Paula, maybe she found him
>Home, get your gear and store it in the trunk for later.
>Write in.

>>2290485
>>Home, get your gear and store it in the trunk for later.

>>2290485
>Home, get your gear and store it in the trunk for later.

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>>2290493
>>2290489

You decide to head back home and get your gear. The police can wait their turn, though you figure with Paula you have a direct line to them if you even want to smooth things over.

As you weave your way past the midday rush for DC's residents, you stop by McDonalds to get some lunch. It's not the healthiest option, but considering you're heading up for some black ops training with advanced technology, you could probably use the extra calories.

You arrive back home with your takeout bag full of medium fries and a Big Mac, and make sure to leave your car on to head on out after picking up your stuff.

Sure enough, your equipment is still in your closet. You get one of your gym dufflebags and stuff the equipment inside, making sure to cover up the gun and the fabric with some other clothes in case anyone tries to look inside.

You stuff the dufflebag inside the car, and make sure to lock the trunk before heading out. Not long before you leave your home, you receive another text, it's from Carol again.

'How did you active the suit?' she asks in the message. Why would she want to know now, aren't you doing this later in the day? And, isn't she still at school?

>Tell her, you have to...get excited I guess...
>Ask, why do you want to know now?
>Feign ignorance, I...don't really remember...
>Write in

>>2290520
>>Tell her, you have to...get excited I guess...
Going for a big mac® instead of a quarter pounder® what a pleb

>>2290520
>Write in: You need to fo us in what you wabt to do. At the moment that i used it i focused in running, i guess if you think hard enough it might work.

Also thay get excited part might be a bit too...lewd.

>>2290520
>Tell her, you have to...get excited I guess...

>>2290560
>>2290542
>>2290529
OOC: I'll count this as, Tell her, but I will include the write in.

'You need to focus on what you want to do,' you start texting in your parked car, 'when I first used it, I focused on running. If you think hard enough, it might work.'

She replies with an, 'Ok, thanks'. It's still really strange that she texted it to you at this time, considering it's still 2:00 PM. Hopefully, she's not actually thinking of using that suit at school. Hell, she probably doesn't even have it with her.

Shoving those thoughts from your mind, you think back to what you were doing beforehand.

>Drive to, the house where Gantz is and figure something out...
>Drive to, the police department, they're probably still waiting on you.
>Drive to, the pier, maybe...one of those guns is still there.
>Write in

>>2290563
>Drive to, the police department, they're probably still waiting on you.
Just text Paula if we should or shouldn’t mention anything in particular

>>2290563
>>Drive to, the pier, maybe...one of those guns is still there.

>>2290637
That’s Gantz problem not ours.

>>2290563
>Drive to, the pier, maybe...one of those guns is still there.

Rifle gun get!

>>2290656
Still it give us a nice gun.

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>>2290637
>>2290657

You decide that the police department can wait a little longer. You set your phone GPS for the pier, and make your way there as soon as possible. Andrew and John's weapons are probably still there, so may as well get them so you can get some extra firepower on your side.

Yet as you approach the area, a small police escort barricade has begun to form around the pier's entrances. Given your status as a missing person, it's probably not a good idea to be stopped right now if you don't want any questions asked.

That being said, if there's anything left from the hunt, it may still be there. As you gauge the risks to the current rewards, you start getting an idea on your head.

>Forget it, this wasn't a good idea. (Head to another location)
>Sneak around, and hopefully you won't be seen by the officers combing the area
>Use the suit, the suit has physical enhancing abilities, so...maybe you can go around them in a more advantageous way...
>Write in

>>2290689
>>Use the suit, the suit has physical enhancing abilities, so...maybe you can go around them in a more advantageous way...

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>>2290699

If you're gonna get past those officers, you're going to need something stronger.

You maneuver your car to as far enough away from the barricades, and head towards one of the closest empty garages to the pier. You set your car to park, head to the back, and start donning the suit.

It figures that you should probably wear it under you clothes, just in the case that someone does spot you that no one notices the strange suit you have on. After putting it on, you decide to head to the roof of the parking garage and see just how extensive the barricades really are.

From your lookout perch, you can spot that the barricades are extensive throughout the exits to and from the pier, they even detoured the Maine Ave's road just to make sure no one approaches the area. That being said, they don't seem to have lookouts on the rooftops and the majority of their personnel are combing the pier itself and not the side roads.

'Doesn't look too bad,' you think to yourself, 'still dangerous and insane but, not impossible...'

Now, how to approach it...

>To the rooftops, time to see what this thing can really do
>Sneak around, and be quick about it
>Unorthodox, maybe...the water?
>Write in

>>2290763
>To the rooftops, time to see what this thing can really do

>>2290763
>>To the rooftops, time to see what this thing can really do
Lets jump as high as we can

>>2290763
>Sneak around, and be quick about it

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>>2290773
>>2290774

If there's no rooftop sentries, then that means that means they wont have eyes in the sky. Which also means that there no chance of helicopters appearing either.

You head to the edge again, and map out your route to the closest two rooftops near you. There's a museum complex near the pier that connects to the other side of the street via a covered skybridge. You figure the police may have sentries there as well, but they won't suspect anyone going on the bridge's roof itself.

As you steel your nerves for one of the most dangerous things you've done this day, you feel that may need to come up with a good excuse if you're caught. You push that out of your mind, as you make for the garage's roof edge.

>Roll 1d20 +1 MOV for suit activation and rooftop movement

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2290812

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Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2290812
check my one!

>you feel that may need to come up with a good excuse if you're caught.

Got suspended from work and went to do some parkour exercise. Didn't knew about the police stuff. What about the police line? Well i thought it was for something else sorry.

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2290812

>>2290814
>>2290818
>>2290829

Dat 14 is alright. Writing.

>>2290826
10/10 Would believe rooftop jumper again.

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>>2290837
You take one of the biggest running starts you've even done. Your heart is racing with each step, and as you get closer to the roof's edge you begin to imagine the danger you're place your body under right now.

It is this feeling that propels you forward with such high momentum it is almost difficult for you to stop running after you stick your landing on the first apartment complex. You see your suit expanded on your legs, building what look like muscle fiber beneath your clothes. There's a real fear they might tear right beneath them, but they detract as quickly as you stop your momentum.

You jump jumped over a 2 meter gap, a feat most people could say is impossible to achieve, even if trained in parkour. You clench your fist at the next rooftop, and take another running start from the edge.

You feel the acceleration of your body as you once again jump to the other side, this time your momentum carries you forward and you don't stop. There's a such a degree of acceleration that the wind begins to move around you, almost like in a tunnel.

'This is,' you think up, as you make your way to the bridge, 'incredible.'

It turned out you were right, there were police guards at the bridge's entrance but none at the roofs. You make your way across at such great speed, that none of the police below manage to spot you in time.

Yet as you make your way across the street and to the museum's rooftop, a growing sense of doubt begins to dawn on you. How are you going to find the equipment? Hell, how are you going to get past the patrols in the area. From your rooftop vantage point you see that there's an especially large police and what you assume is CSI force around the Anthem theater and the three venues.

'Damnit,' you think, frustrated, 'They're right where Chris and Dante were...'

>Make a distraction, draw them away somehow (Write in)
>Sneak, and be ready to lie through your teeth if you're spotted.
>Scout, portions where Dante's group may have gone.

>>2290875
>>Scout, portions where Dante's group may have gone.

>>2290875
>Scout, portions where Dante's group may have gone.

If there is people there, they are already gathering evidence and grabbing anything from it, will only raise even more suspicion.

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>>2290883
>>2290893

You figure that if the police are out in force like this, it will probably make getting the equipment all the more difficult. That being said, there has to be something here, thought, you don't know if the police haven't just taken everything already...

'Stop it,' you reprimand yourself, 'if you start thinking that way, this trip was already worthless.'

You head to the other side of the roof, and scan out the area, and see that the majority of the police are sticking to the main pier and not going into the buildings themselves. You can't just jump down to the main entrances without getting their attention, but there are rooftop accesses to some of the shops, one in particular meets your eyes.

Brighton Bar, the place where you found Carol, and probably where Andrew met his end trying to protect her from that alien. Now, you only hope that the police haven't looted the place wholesale, or that they don't have a presence in the shop.

>Roll1d20 +2 INT to search the shop for equipment

Rolled 37 + 2 (1d120 + 2)

>>2290944

Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2290949
FUG

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2290944

>>2290955
>>2290953
Uh hopefully someone can save our ass.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2290944

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2290944

>>2290953
>>2290955
>>2290962
Dat 11...Writing

>>2290974
OOC: That should have been a +3 to INT...well the result doesn't change much.

You make your way across the rooftops until you stand on top of the Brighton's rooftop. Like you thought, there is an access door directly to the roof, but it's locked. You can't tell if it's the lock itself on the door or if there's a locking mechanism on the frame but you decide to force it open regardless.

There's a great amount of force the suit gives you, and it allows you to rip the handle out of the frame itself, but there's a metallic screech as you force it open. You pray that no one heard that as you make your way down the stairs to the main shop.

Past all of the maintenance and office floors for the building's staff, you make it to the kitchen area on the ground floor and begin scouring for Andrew's weapon. You not several dents around the metal of the kitchne's sinks and stoves, but no sign of blood, viscera or of Andrew's body for that matter.

Now that you think about it, they mentioned they found him dead in the Potomac so...does that mean that his revived body dissapeared or was taken away?

You don't get much time to think on it, as you hear a noise from the shop's entrance.

"Yeah," you hear a male's voice entering the bar, "I'll return in a second, I think I heard something coming from the bar."

There's no time to lose, as you make for searching any possible direction for the equipment. You can't seem to find it however, on the floor or near the kitchen counters. You can hear his feet approaching past the bar now.

It is then that your foot collides against something hard below one of the deep friers. You duck prone to look at it, and low and behold there's one of those long barreled guns there.

You don't get more than a second to admire it, before you spot the police officer's foot enter the kitchen area.

>Sneak, get out of there but leave the weapon
>Knock him out, try to non-lethally subdue him
>Make a distraction, get him out of the kitchen
>Write in

>>2291029
>Make a distraction, get him out of the kitchen

>>2291029
>Make a distraction, get him out of the kitchen

>>2291029
>Make a distraction, get him out of the kitchen

>>2291046
>>2291047

You quickly retreat back behind one of the stoves, pressing your back against it, and out of the sight of the officer.

You need to get him out of the kitchen if you're to continue this investigation in peace. There's got to be something here that's light enough to throw, and loud enough to make some noise.

>Roll1d20 +3 INT to quickly find something something to distract him with

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2291065

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Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2291065
Now i'm afraid of rolling.

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2291065
PLS GIFF 1

>>2291078
>>2291084
>>2291102

Dat 21 will do it! Sorry about the wait, I went to get some food.

Anyways, writing!

>>2291126
No problem i'm grabbing some dinner to.

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>>2291126
Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

You frantically search the immediate area for something, anything to create a distraction with. Thankfully enough, your hands find one right below the stove. It's a wine glass, small enough to throw and fragile enough to make some noise on the first thing it hits.

You get on one knee, and aim your glass right out of the kitchen's ready window. You can hear the police officer's steps being to round out the kitchen area, but your target hits home.

A loud, glass shatter can be heard in the dining room, and the police officer paces to investigate. It appears your aim may have hit another glass on the table, and shattered both. It may not be all that good however, as it appears that a couple of other officers are coming in to investigate as well.

"Collins," one of them calls out to the officer heading out of the kitchen, "what the hell is going on in here."

"I heard a noise inside the building," the officer Collin speaks up, "I went to investigate but..."

It seems they might start arguing incessantly, so you take this opportunity to reach below the deep friers and pull out that big gun. It takes a little bit, since it's angled strangely, but you manage to pry it out. The gun is heavy, and has strange sight on its barrel that may indicate some sort of aim assist on it.

While you manage to get the gun, the officers appear to be leaving, with their chief having chewed out Collin something hard. All the better for you, as you head back up the stairs and to the roof. The gun doesn't have a sling or holdster, so you're made to carry it back across the roofs.

Having memorized the route, you make your way across the rooftops, and to the parking garage without much hassle. You make your way to your car, and find it just as you left it on the side. You grab your keys, and place the gun inside of the trunk along with the suit after a quick change of clothes.

Before you turn on the car however, there's a loud whir on your phone as it vibrates to indicate a message coming through. You had left it in the car in case you dropped it on your escapade to the dock, but it is now brimming with several messages. Two from Carol, two from Paula, and the most recent one from an unknown number...

In order they read,

Paula: 'I found Dante, he's at WoodBridge ter, his stepdad's condo. He hasn't been kicked out yet it seems.' 'Erick, get down to the station now, they are going to send out a squad to your house in the next hour if you can't make it here.'

Carol: 'Hey Erick, mind coming to my school to pick me up? Sorry, I may have missed the bus...', 'No worries Erick, I did what you said, this suit is amazing!'
???: 'Hey Erick, it's Dante, we need to talk. Come by the Gantz apartment now and...sorry I blew up at you.'

>Police HQ, that message was sent not 30 min, if you rush you can make it.
>Dante and Gantz, time to get some answers
>Call someone, (Specify)
>Write in

>>2291209
>>Dante and Gantz, time to get some answers

>>2291209
>Dante and Gantz, time to get some answers
Fuck the gayass police, we have important stuff to do

>>2291209
>Police HQ, that message was sent not 30 min, if you rush you can make it.
Text Carol you might be late and explain why.

>>2291209
>Police HQ, that message was sent not 30 min, if you rush you can make it.
>Text Dante that the cops are on your ass, and that we might be a little late.

>>2291221
>>2291242
2 for Dante and Gantz

>>2291263
>>2291244
2 for the Police and Paula

Was just about to start writing too. Tiebreaker this one guys.

>>2291209
>Dante and Gantz, time to get some answers

Can't go to the police with our car loaded in gantz guns. If they manage to get anything or try to check our car better have then invade our apartment while we hide this stuff.

>>2291272
They got no reason to check our car we are a presumed missing person not a criminal.

>>2291209
>Police HQ, that message was sent not 30 min, if you rush you can make it

>>2291209
>>Police HQ, that message was sent not 30 min, if you rush you can make it.

>>2291272
>>2291297

I'll give you guys 15 min to tiebreak this, otherwise we'll decide it with high rolls.

>>2291302
Oh, nevermind then. Writing for the police department.

>>2291304
I think it's done boss:>>2291302

>>2291279
We are also a surviver from a gas leak. This makes us either extremely lucky or the culprint.

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>>2291302
>>2291297
>>2291263
>>2291244

There's no time to waste, as you begin to speed out of the parking garage and to the DC Police HQ. You heart begins to race as well, as you imagine what Dante's gonna say once he figures out you ditched him, not to mention how long Carol is going to wait for you if you take as long as you are.

At every stop and red light, you take out your phone and type as quickly and shortly as you can back to each of them.

'Police need to speak to me,' you manage between driving to Carol, 'might be late, I'll call you.'

'Police giving me trouble,' you struggle to piece to Dante, as you come abrupt stops for red lights, 'I'll call back.'

You don't even look at their responses as you approach the side gate of the Washington DC Police HQ, where you can several news vans are still heading out to the front of the office in spite of it being mid afternoon.

Seeking to avoid media attention, you turn your car to the back, and head to a parking space away from their prying eyes. You don't make it past second police gate, before an officer stops you.

"Erick Vanders?", he asks as you roll down the window and nod, "You need to step out of the car, and head inside."

Doesn't stop for you agree, and opens the driver's door from the inside. You very quietly step out, and follow his gaze to a back entrance.

"Need you to enter those doors and present your ID to the first officer that asks," he steps into the driver seat of your car, "Follow them, and get in the interrogation room, Officer Torrez is waiting for you there."

He takes your car, and goes to park it into their own depot behind a gatehouse. There's a small bit of you that wants to refuse, but you may as well go through with it now. You enter the doors and head inside.

Like the officer said, you present your ID and a cop leads you to the interrogation room. In this claustrophobic space, you find Paula sitting in a metal chair, and a fat older looking deputy across the table from her, and a tall, muscular looking officer that looks as old you.

"Mr. Vanders, please you could join us," the fat deputy stands up, and goes to shake your hand, "Please take a seat, we only got a few questions and some things we want to clear up through Officer Torrez's testimony."

You're handed a seat by the taller officer, and you go to sit down at the table.

"First thing's first,", he takes a small recording device from his pocket, "what were you doing and where were you going on the afternoon of April 9th, before the gas explosion."

>Truth, you were going home
>Truth, you were going home, and got caught in the explosion
>Truth, you were going home, got caught in the explosion, and Torrez helped you
>Write in

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home, got caught in the explosion, and Torrez helped you

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home

Lets avoid giving any unneeded details.

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home

No need for then to know we were near the blast radius

>>2291359
>>Truth, you were going home

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home, got caught in the explosion, and Torrez helped you

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home

>>2291359
>Truth, you were going home
Never tell more than what you are asked

There is also the fact that Torrez didn't tell us anything so we need to give her some space so she can come and fill the blanks of her on testimony

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>>2291369
>>2291384
>>2291382

"I was going home," you explain to them, "the closest route to my home from work is there."

"Hmm," responds the deputy, "very well, that checks out so far."

He motions to the muscular officer, and tells him to leave the room. The officer protests, but leaves nonetheless when the deputy doesn't respond. You can see a look of brief relief on Paula's face as the officer makes for the door.

"Sorry, where are my manner," he speaks after the officer shuts the door, "I'm Richard Vayler, but you can call me Rick."

"Now, I am not sure how much of Officer Torrez's story aligns with yours so far, but I can at least trust that I wont need more security here than Torrez over there for now."

He brings up a folder with a small carrying case, and in it he pulls out a smartphone. It's completely black, and has a hard cover on it to protect from heavy impacts. He turns it on, and switches it to a gallery of images, showing you two very distinct shots.

One of them shows nothing but some smoke stacks rising from a crack in the ground as people begin to disperse. You can see Torrez heading towards the crowd in the shot. The second one is a more gruesome shot, showing a severed leg, and a burn foot below an overturned Sedan.

"The first was taken moments before the explosion," he explains, "The second right after. You know anything about this Mr. Vanders?"

>Lie, N-no...that's horrible...
>Lie, No, I don't know anything about that.
>Lie, No...but what's with the...severed limbs?
>Write in

>>2291439
>>Lie, No...but what's with the...severed limbs?

>>2291439
>Lie, No...but what's with the...severed limbs?

>>2291439
>Lie, No...but what's with the...severed limbs?

>>2291439
>>Write in
Induce vomiting

>>2291497
Don't jnow how you want to do that with the deputy right in front of us.

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>>2291442
>>2291458
>>2291463

"No...", you try your best to sound quietly disturbed, knowing full well where those limbs came from, "But...what's with the severed...limbs"

The deputy looks at you expectantly, and goes to look at his phone again. He scrolls through the images, and starts speaking in a relaxed tone.

"It's graphic I know," he stands, and goes to you, "But if you look closely at the limbs, you see pieces of fabric attached still attached to them. Fabric that looks a lot like an officer's pant legs."

He zooms in, and indeed they have the pant legs still on them. Burnt but nonetheless intact.

"Deputy Vayler," Paula speaks up, "Nothing was retrieved from the scene of the crime, no one even saw limbs or anything of the sort when they investigated after the first explosion."

"But," he goes to Paula this time, "I have it on very good authority you were spotted trying to help up a young man, a young man that looks eerily similar to the one sitting right next to you."

"Eyewitness evidence is inconclusive," she replies back, "No matter how reliable this person may be."

He looks to the far wall, moves away from the table and the looks back at you both with a look of concern.

"Then I think you will find this a bit more conclusive," he presses a button on the smartphone, and a projector screen appears on the wall, "Security camera footage, taken during the accident from a local coffee shop."

He presses a few more times on his phone, and the screen flashes to first a still, and then a video feed of the intersection near the cars. There, you see a pair of individuals, running from the explosion, one appears in a police officer's uniform but the other is in a hoodie and jeans. There's a lull in the footage, as the explosion erupts with fire, and the two figures are then gone.

"Well?", he speaks back to you both, "I have already confirmed that was officer Torrez in the footage, as her build and the uniform type match her squad deployed there. The question now is however, who is the young man running next to her?"

>Truth, it's...me.
>Lie, I...don't know, it could be anyone.
>Say nothing, let Paula speak
>Write in

>>2291518
>Say nothing, let Paula speak

>>2291518
>Say nothing, let Paula speak

>>2291518
>>Say nothing, let Paula speak
We are just a walmart employee that had a bad day

>>2291518
Wait do we reconize if we have those clothes? Heck are these the clothes we were dressing last night?

>>2291524
This gives me a idea maybe it's common clothing from the shop? I fear that letting Torrez speak is like trying to push her under the bus.

>>2291524
>>2291523
>>2291522

You say nothing, deciding that perhaps it is time to stick a neutral setting if this is going to keep adding fuel to the fire.

"Go nothing to say Mr. Vanders?" Rick moves closer to you, as the footage loops on the recorder, "Because your silence is not doing you any favors."

"Richard," Paula interjects, "He doesn't know anything, and there's no conclusive way to prove the man in the video is him."

Rick turns from you and turns to Paula, stopping the video feed as he approaches.

"I don't know how you managed to survive that explosion," he starts, looking quite concerned at Paula, "and then show up in the department the very next day unscathed with a story of how a young man protected you with his body, but don't you dare make a fool out of me with that story."

He pulls out another cellphone, this time it's Paula's. You see her flinch slightly, but not enough for Rick to see it.

"You don't think we kept tabs?", he looks directly at you this time, "What's this business about meeting up later? Or what occurred the night before? Why do you match the body type of the person in the video? But before that any of that, why are you in this officer's contacts? And I suggest to chose your words, VERY CAREFULLY."

>Lie, she's my girlfriend
>Lie, she's an acquaintance.
>Lie, she's family.
>Write in

>>2291564
>>Lie, she's my girlfriend
I guess its no longer a secret huh
I cant help choosing this

>>2291564
>Write in:" Deep breath and just say it. Well since you need to ask we meet at the store. I believe you know i work for the Wall mart? I helped her out in getting a thing and then we exchange numbers...was kinda wanting to go on a date with her so i got her number and only got corage to talk with her now...so that's it. Now i don't know about body type but i don't think this is a very conclusive thing i'm just a Wall Mart employee i don't know what's going on"

The last bit is true because we have no idea what is up with Gantz.

>>2291564
>Write in
I don’t see how my advances at officer Torres are your concern. Don’t you have a HR department for this sort of thing.

>>2291564

But i guess this >>2291580 could be a given that we are acquaintanced.

>>2291583
Hoy dude don't be a smart ass with the deputy. We want this guy to not have any kind os suspect felling toward us. Otherwise he will screw our outdoor trainning.

>>2291571
Just say she is acuqiatanced anon we work at Wall Mart we meet people everyday.

>>2291591
Yeah I suppose this >>2291580
is better

>>2291564
>Lie, she's an acquaintance.

>>2291564
Backing >>2291580

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>>2291583
>>2291580
>>2291571
OOC: All signs point to girlfriending, so I'll include the write in as the first choice as well.

You take a deep breath, and rub your temples as if seeming to recall something.

"Guess it's no longer a secret, huh," you start, with Rick looking intently at you and Paula's eyes widening at your response, "I believe you know I work at Wal-Mart? The big super-center near Fort Oaks, past the iHop?"

"Well, officer Torrez is a regular customer there, and I see her quite often throughout my week where I regularly talk to her," you continue your story, "But a week ago, I got up the courage of asking her for her number, and last Sunday we kind of started going out."

Paula's eyes beam with what you can only assume is incredulity, but some pride in your intelligence, maybe. Rick however, is furrowing his brow now.

"So," he starts to reply, "You're both together? And the reason as to why you keep talking to each other like this is because you've met since before last week?"

"The phone's new," she notes, "it was a present from him, that's why the previous week doesn't show up on the messages."

You want to flash a wry smile at Paula for that one, but Rick's face says all you need to know. With a deep sigh, he goes turns his back to you both.

"Interrogation's over," he doesn't turn to look at you, but you can tell he's frustrated, "But don't think we won't look into this 'relationship' further Mr. Vanders."

"I don’t see how my advances at officer Torres are your concern," you reply with a slightly smug smile, "Don't you have an HR Department for this sort of thing?"

He turns his head very slowly, and you see a scowl that slightly deflates your smug grin.

"OUT, both of you,", he points to the door, "And Officer Torrez, turn in your gun and badge. For the next week, you're under preventative probation until something comes up on your case."

She only nods in response to him, and you both head out to the police office. As you are both escorted out of the front, with Torrez having relinquished her badge and gun, you head out of the back doors to avoid the remains of the press hanging out by the front. You head for your car, before Paula stops walking behind you.

"Did you mean it?", she asks, "What you meant in the interrogation room, or was it really just a lie to get us out of there?"

"Because it was a really smart thing to do you know, and...I don't really mind it, if you don't...

>You meant it.
>It was good lie, but you're still good right?
>We did what we had to do Paula.
>Write in

>>2291628

>You meant it.

It's not Gantz without the human drama.

>Write in: "Check your messages. See what Dante and Carol responded"

>>2291628
>Write in
I was going to ask later on, but I love to take you to dinner if you want.

>>2291628
>>You meant it.
Anons dont get to atached its gantz

>>2291628
>You meant it.

>>2291650
We're gonna fuck her brains out before her brains get blown out. The dream sequence with Kurono and Kishimoto won't come close. :^)

>>2291650
>>2291645
Can't wait for the awkward teen crush Carol will get on us and the jeaulous she will start to get from Paula.

>>2291628
Also backing >>2291636

>>2291661
We'll hook her up with someone nice that also gets fucking killed and sent to the Gantz room.

>>2291660
Let's be real guys it's way better dating someone that is involved with the Gantz anyway. Besides i think Torrez will go for the delete memory even if she survives and if rich kid get ressurected he will obviously torment everyone's life.

>>2291628
>>2291645
Also, I am sorry you got suspended. I hope I didn’t made worse.

>>2291667
So long the kid isn't a psyco.

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>>2291660
>>2291636
>>2291645
>>2291650
+1 Trust (Paula Torrez)

You turn around, looking at her with determination in your eyes.

"I did," you say nodding in reply, "though, I wish the circumstances could be have been better."

She looks at you intently, as if she's gauging you and your posture for something.

"Really," she asks with a serious brow, "Why then? Why was that the first thing that came to your mind? Why me?"

You search around your feelings, and find that there's no clear answer. You could say that you did it out of respect, because she saved your life and as well as in the hunt. On the other hand, you did it because it was the first thing that came to mind, because it is the truth. Yet, on the other hand, there's the fact that this woman has stuck by your side out of a degree of loyalty you've never seen in many other people, and you're just following through with her. All valid points, yet you decide on something simpler.

"I was going to ask later on," you start, "You still owed me that beer, and you're a bad looker. Though, in all honesty, I would love to take you to dinner if you want."

Her eyes are wide again, this time out of some intense feeling that perhaps is welling up inside you as well. She quickly closes the distance, and gives you a deep hug.

"You stupid man," she start up, panting a little bit, "You brave, stupid, and all around good man..."

She eventually lets go after a several seconds pass, and passes a small item to you.

"You'll need this," she speaks up, as you look at the item, "It's an encryption key to the police database. I sneaked it out in case I couldnt access the network anymore, but I know you'll keep it safe."

After you stuff it in your pocket, you find yourself alone with Paula on a late DC afternoon. Before you can respond you thank her however, a ringing from your cellphone snaps you both out of the moment. It's Carol and Dante...

<Session End>

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I have work early in the morning so, I have to call it here unfortunately. Slow start to this one, but glad it picked up later on.

We will reconvene tomorrow at 5 PM EST, to possibly finish up our session here, and get us started on the prep work for the 2nd hunt, next weekend.

Check up on my twitter for updates and other goodies I will post there from now on.

For now though, have a good evening.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar

>>2291694
Thank for running see you when?

>>2291700
Thank for running

>>2291700
Good shit

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>>2291650
I think you mean DO get too attached, it's Gantz.
That way we can enjoy some delicious REJOICING down the line.

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Boss left for Philadelphia for NFL event, so half the workday is gone.

I'll be back to run at 3:00 PM EST, so please stay tuned for an early start.

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>>2293050
Fuck yeah Gantz quest!

>>2293050
Oh hell yeah.

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<Session Start>

You slide your phone unlocked, and check your your messages. The most recent is from Dante, with another one from him right after, and the earliest one from Carol. You read them in order.

Carol: 'Stay safe Erick, and don't trust the police. I'll stay home for now then.'

Dante: 'Shit...alright, I'll head back home. Don't die yet.' 'Hey Erick, you said you'd call back, are you alright?'

"Would you look at that," Paula is looking over your shoulder at the messages, "they're concerned about you."

"How did Dante even get my number," you ask halfheartedly, before you hear a wry chuckle from Paula, "You didn't..."

She goes for her vest pocket, and pulls out her phone. She shows you a list of contacts, and points to two specific ones. They're named as 'Senator Stepdad', and 'Dante'.

"I called his stepfather since Dante's phone wasn't answering," she explains, "The man sounded almost happy when a police officer asked for his stepson, so he put Dante on the line we talked a bit about what happened, and what he said to you after we got back."

"It's better if he explains to you the details, since Dante mentioned he wanted to have a heart to heart about the whole ordeal in person."

You knew that there was something about Paula since that moment she tried to rescue you, that was different than all of the women that had come before. Something adaptive and capable, but this was something different. You couldn't really describe it, but it almost felt dangerous.

"You're something else Paula," you speak up impressed, and she smiles at the compliment.

"So," she starts, looking out to the police depot, "where to now? I got no car at the moment, so...I'm kind of hoping for a ride here, though my house's close by."

"Well," you start, as you head to the depot with Paula, "we said we needed to train with the equipment, so we should go through with it. Just a matter of what we do first."

>Pick up Carol
>Call Dante
>Get Paula's equipment
<All paths lead to Roosevelt Island for training, but the order matters.>

>>2293180
>Get Paula's equipment
Five'll get you ten that we're either under surveillance already or soon will be.

>>2293180
>Get Paula's equipment
Also text Dante back, ask him what he meant by 'Don't die yet' and inform him that you plan on training at Roosevelt island.

>>2293180
>>Call Dante
>>Pick up Carol
>>Get Paula's equipment
This order

>>2293180
If we can pick the order instead of going throught each one of those i support this:>>2293209

>>2293209
SURE

>>2293209
>>2293216
OOC: Essentially like this. Pick an order, not a single option.

>>2293224
Cool then.

>>2293209
Sure just make sure to ask him what he meant by 'don't die yet'.

>>2293238
Dante is black. As any other black man he knows that when the cops are after you most of the times someone gets shot and dies.

The fact that he didn't realize that white men don't get beaten or shot by the police yet is what surprises me.

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>>2293209
>>2293216
>>2293219

You start heading to the police depot to pick up your car, with Paula following right behind you.

"What's the plan, Erick," she asks, looking at the depot guard-station, "If we're going to train, mind if we stop by my place first, it's right around the curb here."

You both keep moving forward, and Paula notifies the officer guarding the depot about your car. They call into their dispatch, and clear you both for entry, giving you directions for your car and handing you the keys.

"Gonna have to call Dante first," you mention as you both make your way through the depot, "he's been expecting a call for a while and is probably getting worried."

You make your way to your sedan, and open the door for Paula before stepping in yourself.

"We're gonna have to pick up Carol after that, since she's probably been waiting the longest," you continue, after you turn the vehicle on, "Then, we can swing by your place. The route to Roosevelt goes through this road, so we'll have to come back anyways."

"Looks like you got everything planned out," Paula comments as she buckles her seatbelt, "so, no complaints here."

You take the car off of park, and start making your way out of the depot. At the guard station, while they're clearing you out, you bring up Dante's number. You press the button for a call, and he takes about 4 seconds to answer.

"Erick," he speaks, sounding somewhat tired, "What's up? You alright man?"

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you," you reply, waving off the police officers at the station, "I'm alright. We're heading to Roosevelt Island to test out the equipment, and we're going to pick up Carol now."

"You're smarter than most people in the game," he says somewhat heartily, "alright, let me get my gear. I'll meet you all there, got to talk with you anyways."

He hangs up the phone after that, though it's probably better to not have it during rush hour. As you make your way to Franklin St to pick up Carol something on your mind regarding...

>The explosion, why were you two getting interrogated exactly.
>The Pier, ask if Paula knows anything about the investigation at the pier
>Paula, get to know here a little bit better
>Write in.

>>2293281
>>The explosion, why were you two getting interrogated exactly.

>>2293281
>The explosion, why were you two getting interrogated exactly.

>>2293281
>The explosion, why were you two getting interrogated exactly.
>Write in:"Are they suspecting foul play? Shit can you even talk about it i know there is something about cops not being able to discuss this stuff."

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>>2293295
>>2293285
>>2293289

"Hey Paula," you start, and she turns her head to you, "I've been thinking...exactly why were they interrogating us at the police station? I doubt they'd be so forceful if they just want to confirm a missing person's case here..."

"It's standard investigational procedure to narrow all possibilities in a case," she replies, somewhat chaste, "In short, they were trying to see if we had anything to do with the explosion itself."

You almost backpedal in your seat that.

"How could they think that?", you mention, somewhat aghast, "Are they suspecting foul play? Like, they can't think we're domestic terrorists just because we lived through it."

"It's not just that," she continues, as you round a corner, "we not only survived, but also did so unscathed, and then dissapeared from a crowded scene. It rings of too much suspicion to them to really pass off as a coincidence."

"It's not that they think it's us, it's that they don't know it's us. Until they can investigate further, or some sort of evidence comes up to shift the blame, we'll be on their radar for a few more weeks."

"Shit...", you let slip, getting a slight lurch in your stomach, "Can you even talk about it? I know there is something about cops not being able to discuss this stuff."

"Lucky for you," she reclines a little bit back, as she says this, "for the next week, I'm not a cop anymore."

You find Carol's home quickly enough, after instructions from Paula lead to her driveway. The home looks like it's seen better days, and the neighborhood as well but you don't think of spending much time here anyways. You send a message to Carol, notifying her of your arrival, and she's out the door in a few seconds with a backpack of her own.

"Erick," Carol calls out, opening the passenger door, "glad you made it! Hey Paula, what happened to your uniform?"

"Long story sweetheart," she calls back, "Though, Chris can tell you if you want."

>Tell her, and don't skimp on details
>Let Paula tell her, she probably has more to say anyways
>Switch the subject, <specify>
>Write in

>>2293326
>Let Paula tell her

>>2293326
>Let Paula tell her, she probably has more to say anyways
>Need to focus on the road.

>>2293326
>Chris
"Though, Erick can tell you if you want."

OOC: Holy fuck these typos are getting dumb. Sorry guys, that's my bad.

>>2293326
>Let Paula tell her, she probably has more to say anyways

>>2293326
>Let Paula tell her, she probably has more to say anyways

>>2293338
No Erick you are the pervert teen!

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>>2293354
>>2293358
>>2293331
>>2293337

"Well, I need to focus on the road," you start, and then turn your head to Paula, "You probably remember it better than I do."

She gives you a look, but quickly turns to Carol afterwards.

"Well, if Erick insists," she's says, as Carol is listening intently, "We both had a bit of trouble with the police after an investigation into the DC Gas Main explosion landed us hot water."

"Yeah, I remember that," she mentions, "You were on the news, and I got kind of worried when they said you were had been killed. Was the other person in the explosion Erick?"

"Yeah, I tried to save him from it," she looks back at you, and you turn your head in somewhat embarrassment at the circumstance, "but since we of turned up the next day alive, we were suspects in the case."

"They think you both did it?", she speaks, not surprised by confused, "My brother said that the explosion was caused by a broken segment in the underground pipes, he works as a repairman for the gas company so he says he knows about it."

"Yeah," Paula looks quizzically, "that was something the police are currently investigating as well. I guess they just want to cover their bases though, even if they put me on probation for it..."

"Sorry to hear that," Carol says, as you begin to approach Paula's house, "I mean, you're one of the nicer officers I've met, so it feels wrong to see the other start going after you both."

You arrive to Paula's house not a block away from the police HQ, and let her out to get her gear. The apartment itself looks new, though you can't imagine how Paula is able to afford it on an officer's salary. You sigh, and look at the time on your phone.

6:30 PM.

You actually realize that between your escapade at the docks and the police HQ, you didn't even eat lunch. You don't imagine what Paula's probably been in considering she was there since the morning.

>Get dinner, and ask everyone if they want some as well.
>Get dinner to go, and eat at Roosevelt when you get there
>Go without, and probably arrive faster.
>Write in.

>>2293376
>Get dinner to go, and eat at Roosevelt when you get there
>Write in: Bring something to Dante to. If he already ate you can top it off between the girls.

>The apartment itself looks new, though you can't imagine how Paula is able to afford it on an officer's salary.

interesting.

>>2293388
Dante is a bro, never forget about bros.

>>2293376
Backing >>2293388

>>2293376
>Get dinner to go, and eat at Roosevelt when you get there
>>2293392
I'm guessing trust fund baby who wanted to do something meaningful rather than just sit around being rich.

>>2293388
>>2293376

Make it Five Guys. Large order of Cajun Fries, and Bacon Cheeseburgers for everyone.

>>2293403
So she is the oposite of Chris.

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>>2293404
OOC: I was just thinking of that actually.

>>2293403
>>2293388
>>2293397

"Hey Carol," you say, and she turns to you, "You eat dinner before getting here?"

"Nah," she says, shaking in slight disgust, "Grandma's stew third time this week, not having that stuff again..."

Before you turn back, you see Paula return from the apartments with a big dufflebag and motioning to your trunk. You oblige her, open it, and she starts putting her gear in.

"Want to head out to eat with us?" you ask, turning back to Carol, "It'll be on me, since I took so long getting to you."

"Sure," she replies, as your trunk slams shut, "But can it be 5-Guys? I love their burgers."

"Talking about 5-Guys without me?", Paula says as she enters her seat, "because you're buying, and don't think this counts as that dinner you promised."

"Dinner?", Carol inquires, before you face-palm and put the car on drive.

"Fine," you say as you head towards the restaurant, "But we eat when we get to Roosevelt, I'm not having ketchup stains in my interior."

You find a 5-Guys on route to Roosevelt Bridge that will take you to the island. Paula and Carol order theirs, but you order an extra portion for Dante. You figure you can use it as a truce offering, as well as a nice gift for making him wait for so long as well.

You head towards the main entraceway towards Roosevelt, and park your car nearby the bridge. While the trams are closed after 7, the land bridge sure isn't. You and the others put on your suits, grab your bags, and start heading towards the meeting place. You begin to wonder where you'll find Dante, but it doesn't take long before you find at the statue square.

"Yo," he calls out to you all, waving a hand, "Glad to see you're prepared, but first something for you Erick."

He moves closer to you, and the opens up his arms in a strange stance.

"Hit me," he says as he stands before you, arms spread out, "I feel like I owed you one after last night."

>Hit him, as hard as you can
>Hit him, but don't use the suit's power
>Don't hit him, let it go.
>Write in.

>>2293460
>Hit him, but don't use the suit's power
Hitting him with the suit's retard strength would be a dick move, but so would refusing to hit him when he clearly considers it necessary for evening stuff out.

>>2293460
>Hit him, but don't use the suit's power

>>2293460
>Write in:"Catch!" Throw the burger to him and say. "I hold nothing against you. Can't say i wouldn't have reacted the same way if it was someone important to me that died. Let gones be by gone."

>>2293460
>Don't hit him, let it go

We deserved it. Also forgiveness starts somewhere.

>>2293469
>>2293466
Carol on the background: Boys are dumb
Paula in the background: Dam Erick is hot!

>>2293472
Kinda but then again we didn't knew about the recontruction when you are teleported back thing.

>>2293466
>>2293469
2 for regular punch

>>2293470
>>2293472
2 for letting it go

Tiebreak this one guys.

>>2293460
>Hit him, but don't use the suit's power

>>2293470
OOC: You want this one counted as a
>Don't hit him, let it go ?

>>2293485
yes

>>2293460
>Hit him, but don't use the suit's power
Using the suit is overkill. Lets get square and eliminate any hard feelings.

>>2293492
OOC: That'll do it, writing.

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>>2293492
>>2293469
>>2293466

"Whoa hold on a minute," Paula steps forward, looking at you both, "Are you actually gonna just hit him? I thought you were here to talk things out."

"Let him do it Paula," Carol chimes in, looking at Paula, "This is something guys have to do, if they want to be even and all."

It looks like Paula is going to retort but, you give her a look of relief and she steps back. Dante doesn't move from his stance since they started speaking, but nods at you, letting you know it's alright.

You nod at him right back, and clench your fist. A bit of the suit's power activates at this, and you instantly release it. You step back a little, and then throw yourself forward at Dante, punching him in the chest.

He doesn't move, and doesn't even lurch back. In fact, where your punch lands there's now a bigger mass of muscle than before extending from his clothes.

"What?," he smiles jokingly at you, "You got a free punch, didn't say it was gonna hurt me though."

Paula and Carol both are confused by the turn of events until Dante takes off his shirt. He had the suit right under it, but you kind of figured that.

"These suits are more than just for show," he talks to everyone, moving towards a bench where his own backpack is at, "They enhance our bodies in a way that I can only describe as super human. And today, we're gonna learn how make them work for us."

>Start training, suits and physical properties
>Dinner, and probably talk to Dante about what was on his mind.
>Guns, and target practice since you brought them.
>write in

>>2293512

>Start training, suits and physical properties

>>2293512
>>Dinner, and probably talk to Dante about what was on his mind

>>2293512
>>Dinner, and probably talk to Dante about what was on his mind.

>>2293512
>Dinner, and probably talk to Dante about what was on his mind.
We need food in our system.

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>>2293522
>>2293520
>>2293521

+1 Trust (Dante Bowery)

"First though," you interject, and Dante turns to you, "we eat. Can't run around on an empty stomach."

You present him a bag of 5-guys, still warm, and say, "Figured you'd be hungry too, so let bygones be bygones, and all that."

He looks at you in an iquisitive manner until he opens the bag.

"Shit man," he smiles and he sticks a fry in his mouth, "How'd you know I love cajun fries?"

He laughs at this, and others smile as you head towards the benches with your burgers. As Carol and Paula have their own conversation about the whole punching to get even thing, Dante has a very calm look on his face as he chows down on his burger.

"He wasn't as mad as I thought he'd be," he speaks, while dipping a set of 3 fries, "my stepdad, you know. He knew Chris was a douchebag as well, but figured Chris would turn up sooner or later."

"Looking back," you start, staring into trees, "Maybe I could have done something to save him. You know, if I had known everything between the two of you."

"That's hindsight bias for you," he finishes the last bit of burger, "Though, I can't be entirely mad at you, if anything because I should have kept him under control better."

He picks up the remains of his food, and tosses it into a nearby garbage bin.

"At least for now," he says as he takes his seat at the bench next to you, "the old man isn't gonna do anything to me until something turns up, so I got to get him back so this whole thing doesn't fall apart."

"What do you mean by that?", you ask, as turning to face him, "What's gonna fall apart?"

He turns away from you, and towards his bag, stating, "I'll tell you some other time, for now though, we got get prepared."

It feels like you've poked at something with Dante but you feel he's a little more open to you at least. As the girls finish their discussion, and food, they head towards Dante.

'Guess we'll talk about it later.'

>Train, tracking and radar
>Train, Guns and shooting
>Train, Suits and physicals
>Write in

>>2293564
>Train, tracking and radar
the stealth functions on the suits radar were criminally underused by the main cast, we should fix that.

>>2293564
>Train, tracking and radar
Don't want to get sneak attacked.

>>2293564
>Train, tracking and radar

Bolivar do we already know that we get more points for using the Y-gun? Since our points managed to pass Paula even if we just sended one of the small ones and killed the big guy with it?

>>2293564
>suits and physicals

>>2293573
>>2293571
Let's be real the radar was very usefull untill the aliens started to disguise as statues and jam it.

>>2293591
the radar is what let's you access the stealth function though, which is miles more important imo.

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>>2293585
>>2293571
>>2293573

"First thing's first," Dante announces, facing the three of you, "You can't get an alien without finding it, so we're gonna fix this getting used to the radar and all of it's functions."

He looks at you and Paula.

"Pair up, since you don't have a radar of your own," he speaks, and looks to Carol, "you're with me, since I don't think you've seen one of these firsthand."

He starts by pointing out the first tracking function, but you all kind of already knew that. Then he turns one of the knobs on the radar, and the dots disappear from the digital map. Paula is looking intently to see if she can replicate this.

"This thing tracks in frequencies," he turns the knob back counterclockwise, and the dots appear, "once left to see everything that moves, twice right for just aliens, and once right for us."

He turns the knob again, and sets radar back to its default.

"There's also another function to it," he speaks, motioning to Carol to step back a little. He presses one of the buttons on the radar's pad, and right before your eyes, a sheen of light covers Dante's body. It remains him for a second, before his whole body disappears from sight. You hear him stepping around Carol, who's actively looking for him.

"As you can clearly see," he ironically says, "the middle button makes you invisible, along with any equipment you have on you. Yet for whatever reason..."

You hear the sound of one of the pistols going off and a shine coming next to Carol. You all look at Dante's body appear, and at the branch he shot at explode into splinters.

"It goes away if you shoot," he points to Paula, and you, "Now try it, Paula, go invisible, and see if Erick can find you in the trees. This will be an exercise in staying stealthy for you, and tracking for him. I will do the same with Carol.

Paula nods, and looks at you if you're ready.

>Roll1d20 +3 Int to track Paula down

>I am heading to gym guys, I'll be back in an hour and 30 min. Don't worry we're not done yet.

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293620
Have a good workout

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293620

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293620
Get swole dude

>>2293626
daaaang, we see everything.

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293620
Go acquire those gains mate!

>>2293626
Are we really a Wallmart employee? Geez people are going to suspect we are a hidden black op or something.

>>2293635
>>2293627
Walmart was war, nothing compares to our tragedies at Walmart

>>2293635
Heh...you gotta have SKILLS when it comes to walmart. Hiding in the bathroom to avoid work and your boss just won't cut it anymore. You need to have advanced skills to slack off these days. You gotta know the camera layout, your boss's schedule and movements, your CO-WORKER's schedules and movements. You gotta know how to 'work' without working, too.
It's takes years to perfect.

>>2293645
>>2293646
I guess it requires skills to survive a black friday in the Walmart.

>>2293648
People have actually die for that.

>>2293732
So Erick is the survivor of mutiple black fridays at the Walmart. Well now it's explained how he's such a badass.

>>2293624
>>2293625
>>2293626
OOC: Just got back from the gym and holy smoke, speaking of gains.

Date 20. Writing

>>2293635
>>2293645
>>2293646
>>2293648
>>2293732
>>2293748
Worked at Lowe's for a good portion of my 20s, and I have to say, this is pretty much true of all retail that open Black Friday.

>>2293846
No pain no gain Bolivar. Keep it up man!

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>>2293626
Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
Radar (Novice)
+1 INT

You give Paula the go-ahead, and she does as Dante instructed. She presses the middle button on the radar, and her body near instantly disappears from sight. You can still hear her footsteps, but she's getting away faster into the trees faster than you thought.

You follow in after her, but soon you stop hearing her footsteps on the forest soil, not even the odd branch or crackle of leaf.

'She's either being really careful,' you think as you scan your surroundings, 'Or...she could not be on the ground anymore...'

You look at the nearest climbable tree, yet see leaves disturbed or branches bent. There's no way she managed to scale up a tree this quickly...

It's then that you see something, very small but very conspicuous on the ground. You got to pick up the object, and realize that it's an acorn. Very small and green, but an acorn nonetheless.

'Oak tree...', you no scan the environment, and come across the tallest one in the probably the whole forest, 'Doesn't even have branches close to the ground, and she just...got up there like that.'

You spot a slightly bent branch, near the top of the tree's crown, and decide to feign ignorance in case Paula's looking at you. You move out of line of sight of what you assume is her line of sight on the branch, and move to the other side of the tree.

'Time for a surprise baby girl,' you think as you propel yourself upwards with a running leap, and you go to grab the first thing on the branch. Sure enough, a yelp from Paula is enough to signify you found her and you both tumble down to the forest floor.

"How did you...", she says as she uncloaks, panting slightly.

"When you look for products for as long as I do," you slyly say, getting off of her, "you learn a thing or two about tracking."

She laughs slightly, and you help her get up.

In the distance, you hear Dante and Carol calling you both over, it seems there may be something more to learn.

>Suits, abilities and physical training
>Weapons, gun specifications and shooting
>Stop for now, and discuss Gantz itself
>Write in

>>2293878
>Suits, abilities and physical training

>>2293878
>Suits, abilities and physical training

>>2293878
>Suits, abilities and physical training

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>>2293886
>>2293879
>>2293881

You regroup with Dante and Carol at the statue yard where you first arrived. You take a look at both of them and it seems that Carol is having a bit of a hard time standing up as she's panting heavily. Paula takes a concerned look at her, and then a slightly more aggressive look at Dante.

"Don't worry," she speaks up, catching her breath, "He just, kind of jumped when I went to look for him."

"She needs to learn to stay focused," Dante explains patting Carol in the back, "if an enemy sneaks up on you, that could be your life next time."

Dante helps her to one of the benches and you all head there as well. After he helps Carol to a bench, he pulls out a few items from his backpack. His phone, and a metal bat.

"We don't have that much time left today," he motions to his phone, "But I can at least show you how to activate your suits at will."

He sets up a timer on his phone, and hands you the baseball bat.

"Take that, and swing at me," he speaks, as everyone in the group now wears a shocked expression, "the arm, the head, the stomach, just hit something, and this time do it at full strength."

"Are you crazy?!" Paula shouts, stepping forward, "Punching you is one thing, but a baseball bat?!"

"I know what I'm doing," he says, and looks at you, "Just swing, I'm about to show you what this thing can really do."

"Erick...", Paula begins.

>Swing, full strength (Roll1d20 +3 AGG)
>Don't swing, but instead punch him full strength (Roll1d20 +3 AGG)
>Give it to Carol, maybe her swing will be weaker
>Write In

>>2293916
>Swing, full strength (Roll1d20 +3 AGG)
roll after the decision is made?

>>2293923
OOC: Roll with your decision. I am changing it slightly so we get faster results and faster posts on my end.

>>2293916
>Swing, full strength (Roll1d20 +3 AGG)

>>2293916
>>2293928
>>Write In
>This is the dumbest thing someone has ask me to do, and I work at retail.

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293916
>Swing, full strength (Roll1d20 +3 AGG)
>Write In:"I guess i shouldn't be surprised i can see Chris doing this to figure the suit."

>>2293926
Can we reassure Paula that the suits are capable to deal with the creatures. Since we saw the way Chris was before he got killed this means these suits are developed in a way to resist a certain amount of damage.

>>2293938
Yes, you can do that afterwards.

>>2293928
>>2293923
Also, you niggas need to roll!

>>2293934
Did i killed Donte?

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293939

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293939
YEEEEART

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2293939
sorry, multi tasking atm

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>>2293934
>>2293942
>>2293944
>>2293934
>>2293942
+1 AGG
+1 STR

Paula doesn't finish her sentence before you twist your body, and arch yourself for a vicious swing at Dante. Your suit begins to swell with muscular fiber that enhances your body forward into a half-turn of man and metal. He actually flinches in the half second it takes for the bat to make contact with his body.

His own suit expands, and swells with muscular fiber as the bat is making contact and what happens next drops everyone's jaws. Dante's body is sent flying to a nearby tree, which nearly splinters in half with the sheer force of your swing. He falls to the ground with a groan and what looks like the wind knocked completely out of him.

Everyone takes a moment to look at him, and then at your bat or what's left of it. The metal on is bent so far back it looks like it might snap in half if you bent it more. The girl's hair also stops moving slightly, as it seems you may have created a small vacuum of wind with the sheer force of your blow.

"Y-Yeah..." Dante gasps for air as he speaks to the group, "that's what I'm talking about man."

His suit looks like it is smoking or steam is coming off of it at he gets up. Carol is at his side as she helps him up this time. Paula is giving you a look that's bordering on disbelief and disapproval. Carol brings him forward, arm slung over her shoulder.

"Your suits are capable of enhancing your strength, your defense and your agility by nearly 10 times a normal human's," he talks to you guys as he sits down on a bench, "The key to unlocking it is intent. The intent to run, the intent to defend, and the intent to attack, it's all relative to activating the suit's abilities and your own focus."

He looks to the other bench and checks the stopwatch app on his phone.

"Don't got enough time to teach everyone whole thing," he states, as he goes to put the phone in his case, "but here's the skinny."

He points to one of the buttons on the suit, and you all see it is glowing blue, and fading slightly back to navy blue.

"These indicate how much punishment your suit can take," he continues as the button finally fades, "Give them enough time, and they recharge to protect you, like a shield. Take too many hits or get hit by something other than blunt force, and the entire thing stops working."

He motions to the bat's remains in your hands. You hand it to him and he stuffs it in the backpack.

"Try to meet up here whenever you can", he announces, as he goes out of the park, "we can work on other things, but try to focus one aspect for a bit or you'll get confused and the training won't do shit."

>Ask, one last question <Specify>
>Talk, with the girls <Specify>
>Gun, test drive the gun you brought
>Write In

>>2293984
>>>Gun, test drive the gun you brought
Gun time

>>2293984
>Talk, with the girls <Specify> Paula

Reassure her that we knew what we were doing

>Ask, one last question <What happend to the group before you? Did all of then got out?>

>>2293984
>Gun, test drive the gun you brought
'MERICA!

>>2293916
Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2294008
nvm little late

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>>2293997
>>2293992
>>2293997
>>2293993
OOC: Fug it, I'll include this little bit.

As you wave Dante goodbye, Paula gives you a tap on the shoulder. You turn around and see she's looking a little irritated, though Carol appears to be trying to calm her.

"That was reckless Erick," she says, in a slightly agitated tone, "Why did you swing full force like that?"

"We knew what we were doing," you reply, equal calm in your eyes, "he asked me because I had prior experience with the suit in the hunt, I know how to control it better than you both."

Carol's irritated expression calms slightly, and she looks at you with what you only describe as a pleading scowl.

"I just...", she's says, stumbling over her words a bit, "Don't want to see good people get hurt. This whole game is going to cause a lot more people to die, and I want to keep that from happening..."

You give her a sullen look, and hold her hand slightly.

"That's what the training's for," you look at her, and she straightens her gaze back, "we can risk pain or injury now, to prevent it from happening in the game. Now come over here, I got something to show you both."

A slight tear comes from Paula's eyes, but you don't see as she and Carol move closer to you and your dufflebag. You shuffle some things around, and pull out the gun you found at the pier.

Carole and Paula are somewhat surprised you're carrying it, but you hold it over your should and then aim at the farthest tree possible. You noted the sights on this thing, so you take aim down the digital scope as you swing it forward.

>Roll1d20 +4 INT to hit the farthest tree from here

Rolled 2 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2294025

Rolled 5 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2294025
Does a crit fail takes stats from us?

Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2294025

>>2294030
>>2294034
OOC: Idk, does a nat crit give you a stat? The answer is yes, but not always.
>>2294037
Dat 15 will do a thing. Writing

>>2294043
So a crit fail will remove one of our limbs then?

>>2294043
Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)
X-Rifle (Beginner)

You aim down the sights, and take a shot at the furthest tree away from your sight. There's two triggers so following the pattern of the other two guns you fire at the branch and see it and part of the tree itself explode into splinters.

"Yeah," Carol says, as she approaches you, "that's way stronger than the pistols, mind if I have a shot?"

You hand it over to her and motion her on how to hold it effectively. You're not a gun nut, but you figured a couple of things out from sheer comfort of grip and imitating Dante's original stance with it.

"I don't know how far it can shoot," you let her know as she fires a couple of shots into the trees, "But, its range is significantly higher than the pistols for sure, same fire delay though."

You all see and hear several splintering explosions in the night, as Carol hands you back the rifle. You motion to Paula if she wants to have a try, and she accepts it with mild curiosity.

"Where did you even find it?", Paula asks as she takes steady aim at something in the water, "I thought there weren't any of these outside of the room."

>Lie, Dante let me borrow one
>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it
>Half-truth, it's from one of the fallen, I grabbed it before we got sent back.
>Write in

>>2294064
>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it

>>2294064
>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it
"I figured it wasn't the best to leave potential weapons of mass destruction lying around."

>>2294064
>>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it
Honesty builds trust or some shit like that

>>2294064
>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it

>>2294075
Besides we don't lie to the waifu. Although it might be a bad example for Carol.

>>2294073
Shit now that i think about it do you guys think the police found one of the suitcases? I remember one of the middle aged men got teleported with his.

>>2294073
This.

>>2294064
>Truth, I went back to the pier and got it
>>2294083
Gantz usually prints the nicknames rather than names, and the suits have been stated to only work with their original recipient in the manga, so I wouldn't be too worried.

>>2294087
Still if any of us is found by the police carrying the suit or the pistols we will become suspect with what happend in the dock.

>Gantz usually prints the nicknames rather than names

Guess Carol is special then since we saw her name imprinted in the case when we got transported for the first time.