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<April 28th, Saturday 10:26 PM>

"It still doesn't make any sense" Allie states, looking at the ticking timer on Gantz's screen, "If it really is the end of the world, then...why even have the game or the aliens? Hell, why even have the timer in the first place if we can't even stop whatever is going to happen?"

Kurtis and Allie had been huddled around the Gantz for several minutes now. Each was trying to come up with a theory or explanation for the timer while the others got changing back to their normal clothes. Yet, it never seemed too fruitful as they seemed to just end up back at a similar place to where they started their theory. While it was interesting to listen to at first, the night's events had left you impossibly weary of noise at the moment.

"If it's giving us a timer...", Kurtis responds, scratching his head, "then, maybe it's telling us we can stop it? Maybe Gantz is like an bomb or demolition charge that we have to defuse?"

"Would't recommend tampering with it", Dante replies, guarding the door alongside you, "no telling what it could do if you started fiddling with the wiring. Also, doesn't really explain the game or the aliens Kurtis."

Kurtis huffs in a daze, probably trying to think of a new theory, as the hall door opens. The twins step out, though the hurt look on their faces is replaced with a downcast worry as they enter. You quickly take notice of the brown, medical bag on Silvia's arm.

"Tanjeet is gone...", Claire speaks up first, dropping the dufflebag from her arms, "he isn't in the hall, and I don't think he's in the complex either. We...asked Chris and he saw him head out...didn't say why though..."

"Well, thank god for the radars then", Allie states, looking over to you and Dante, "Come on, just flip it over and-"

"These things aren't a GPS", Dante replies, showing off his radar, "even with the frequency tuned to the suits, I can't say we would find him with our range. If anything, he's probably heading home right now."

Silvia almost retorts, yet retracts it upon realizing that it was the most likely answer. You can't help but swallow a feeling in your throat at the news however. Between the looks of worry from the others, you almost silently prayed that he would be alright.

"Well, I think we should follow his example then", Kurtis says, hoisting his dufflebag over his own shoulder, "I'll take you girls home, cause of the whole Chris situation. Are you two going with Dante?"

Yukino looked at Kurtis, then back at you as she stood with her still activated suit.

>Yes, there's some things to discuss anyways
>No, we'll call a cab and be on our way
>We'll look for Tanjeet first, then head out
>Write In

>>2809006
>No, we'll call a cab and be on our way

Paula needs time to vent out her emotions. Also first time in a live thread loving the quest so far

>>2809006
>We'll look for Tanjeet first, then head out

We both lost someone today, we are the ones that can relate the better. As much as Paula would like to be alone now, she knows where she is is a dark place and that Tanjeet may not be able to handle it

>>2809006
>>We'll look for Tanjeet first, then head out
sup man, nice to see you back, how was the trip?

>>2809006
>No, we'll call a cab and be on our way

As much as I would like to, there is no way for us to track him down rather than guessing.

Also, looking for someone in a downtown city at night? Doesnt seem safe to me guys.

>>2809006
>We'll look for Tanjeet first, then head out

>>2809006
>No, we'll call a cab and be on our way
Sometimes people need space

Sometimes they don't anon, sometimes they just think they do, if he is okay we just leave him be, if he needs someone and we are not there we might not have another chance to help him

>>2809371
Changing my vote, just because I just realized that we are in a police uniform right now.

No one is messing with us.

>>2810672
>We'll look for Tanjeet first, then head out

>this

Forgot to post it

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>>2810676
>>2809399
>>2809257
>>2809238

"I'll look for Tanjeet" you reply, hoisting your dufflebag on your back, "if he's gone home, then I at least want to make sure he's safely there. I'll check the local area, and then head to his dorm and see if he made it back safely."

"We'll come with you", Claire and Silvia say in unison, with Silvia hoisting the medical bag over her shoulder as well, "He's our friend too and...we don't want to lose anyone else. Don't worry Kurtis, we'll take a cab back."

Kurtis scratches his head for a moment again, before a nudge from Allie stops his pondering.

"Oh, alright," Kurtis sighs, then grabs his own dufflebag, "just stay safe out there. Allie will be coming with me regardless though."

"I'll be bunking with him for a bit", Allie adds, then looks to you, "or at least until this whole investigation deal blows over. Also, I'll let you in on that story after we get back, alright?"

You nod to them in agreement, before they both head for the door. Kurtis waves the rest of you goodbye, before he and Allie dissapear beyond the door. Given Allie's current state with the law, you hoped that Kurtis knew what he was doing with harboring a criminal.

"Yukino", Dante states, earning her attention, "you want us to give you a ride home? Don't want to scare your dad by being away for so long."

"Dad won't be back for another hour or so", Yukino replies, then looks at you, "but I'll go with what you think Paula. I want to help Tanjeet, but I'm not sure I can be that useful as a tracker."

>Take Yukino? <Yes or No> <FREE>
>Roll1d20+2 INT to look for Tanjeet

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2810747
>Take Yukino?
No. She needs to rest after the hell we've been through tonight, especially after Erick's death.
also, rollan

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>>2810788
WEW FUCKING LAD
>DUBS 8S TOO

I TOLD YOU BOLI
I FUCKING TOLD YOU DICE ONLY LETS US CRIT SUCCESS OUTSIDE OF HUNTS
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT AAAAAAAGH

Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2810747
Don't take Yukino

>>2810788
OOC: You guys up for saving this one?

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2810747
No


And save if I don't roll a 1

Where's your trip boli?

>>2810788
>>2810801
>>2810874
OOC: You guys have 2 hours to decide, when I come back from the gym.

>>2809257
It wasn't much of a trip really. The con was in DC, so I just bummed a friend's suite for weekend. Nothing major, but it was a lot of fun.

>>2810879
Here it is. So many damn computers in my house, I legit forget which ones I have it saved on.

>>2810881
voting to save

>>2810881
I vote to save because next highest is 18

>>2810881
Save

Now I hope the anon who rolled is still around to reroll

>>2810941
Do you think the QM will care if he rolls now?

>>2810894
>>2810904
>>2810941

Saved that 20. Just remember, it only remains for this chapter and hunt, so use it wisely.

>>2810788
Reroll anon, and soon anon. Otherwise I might not write it tonight.

>>2811148
when does the chapter end, at the beggining of the next run? or when we start the next slice of life?

>>2811160
This 'episode', don't know why I said chapter, ends at the start of the next hunt.

Because of the whole switching MCs, it made the situation with the episodes a little lopsided.

Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2811148
Rerolling for other anon

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2811182
>>2811148
oh shit my bad

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>>2810801
>>2810874
>>2811235
<SUCCESS>

"Go with them Yukino", you answer, giving her a brief hug, "you need to rest, more than we do. We'll find him, don't worry."

"Ok...", she replies, pulling away from you, "I'll let my dad know tomorrow about...Erick. I'll...think of an excuse for his absence."

Her eyes are downcast as she says this, and you can't help but pat her shoulder. She looks up at you once more, and you try to give her a reassuring smile to calm her down. She smiles right back, though you can tell she's putting effort into it, probably more for your sake. After the brief exchange, she leaves with Dante out of the door, and you and the twins head out into the night to look for Tanjeet.

<April 28th, Saturday 11:26 PM>

"Hey Paula", Silvia says, motioning you and Claire closer, "I think I found him. There was a faint glow about 5 blocks down from us, but it's not moving..."

You and Claire wasted no time in approaching her and the radar clutched between her suit's arm and hand. It may have been the best news you'd heard this night, as the span of your search had more or less taken from Gantz's apartment block towards a very shady part of Colvert. Even with the radar's tracking it was more or less like looking for a needle in a haystack. Though, in reality, a police officer's questioning proved more helpful than the radar in this case, as it was bystanders that had gotten you all here to begin with.

"He's got to be tired from the hunt", you respond, looking up from the radar, "or at least, I hope he's just sleeping. Let's get to him quick."

The other girls nod in reply and the three of you rush off to find him.

<April 28th, Saturday 11:36 PM>

You and the twins arrive to a small park area near the side of the street, with a couple of trees lining the sidewalk. Along that sidewalk, align several benches, either empty or holding a sleeping hobo on it. The farthest one however, held someone clad in all black laying on his side. You and the girls wasted no time in heading for Tanjeet, making sure to avoid waking up any of those hobos. Though, upon reaching Tanjeet, you quickly note something is wrong with him.

"He's asleep...?", Claire asks, looking him over, "No...he's awake, but his eyes aren't...moving or blinking. He's not-"

"He's alive don't worry", you respond, clutching his wrist for a pulse, "but he's certainly not responding. Tanjeet, can you hear me?"

There's no response from him, not even his eyes acknowledge your presence.

"Tanjeet" Silvia adds, waving her hand in front of his face, "are you ok...? Listen, we brought your bag, since you left it at the room, see?"

She waves his bag in front of him, though it doesn't trigger a response either. Claire and Silvia's faces look more worried now, and both turn to you for an answer.

>Write In

>>2811408
He drugged?
>Stick a finger down his throat and make him throw up

>>2812203
I think he's just in shock
>>2811408

"It's not your fault Tanjeet, it's not anyone's fault (maybe Chris' but anyway). It's that Goddamn ball. we are getting her back, you are getting her back, just....stay with us.

ask for the girls to call a cab, we have to bring him to his house

>>2811408
Backing >>2812217
Kinda weak, but then again we're all fucked up after that hunt.

>>2812255
yeah, weak sause indeed, I just don't know what to say to someone on that state

>>2812217
Backing and well.

>>2812255
>>2812265
Cut him a break guys, no one here is as strong as Erick or Dante. Also, I'm sure he fee extra guilty given that he was the one that told Maria to help out the others in the first place.

>>2813209
oh, you meant tanjeet was weak?

I was talking about my write in, I thought my write in was weak

>>2813305
>>2813209
I meant the write-in is weak, but it's justified - everybody went thru a lot of shit in the hunt, including Paula. Makes sense that even with cop training, she's at a loss for any meaningful words after all this.

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>>2812217
>>2812255
>>2813209

You take a deep sigh before kneeling down to Tanjeet, just close enough for your face to be level to his own. His breathing was shallow, and there was still residue of his vomit on his lips, yet his eyes were the worst. If there was such a thing as despair in color, it would be in there. Nevertheless, you tried what you could to snap him out of this stupor.

"Tanjeet listen to me", you start, with your eyes locked on his, "what happened in the hunt wasn't your fault, or anyone else's. If you want to blame anyone, blame Gantz."

For a brief second, you notice a faint twitch form his eyes. They move back to their resting position, yet you could tell he took notice of your statement. You don't let up, and continue.

"We are getting her back" you state, and the twins nod alongside you, "you are getting her back. Just...stay with us, we'll help you along the way."

The twins agree with you in a unified "Yeah!", and there's a slight twitch on Tanjeet's eyelids. Whether that's good or not, is glanced over as his breathing starts to even out for a few seconds, before it gets slow again.You can feel a few breaths from Tanjeet, more drawn out breaths, before his eyes close and his body goes almost motionless except the rise of his stomach.

"I'm sorry Tanjeet...", Silvia says, looking down next to you, "he gave up so much to protect us back in the museum...he doesn't deserve this..."

"Let's try to help him out a bit more then", you reply, standing up, "one of you call a cab, and let's get him home. I'll pay the fare, and I will assume you two know where his dorm is?"

"Yeah, I know where he lives", Claire perks up, opening up her phone, "honestly, it'll make accessing his dorm easier if we have a cop alongside us...actually, no, Paula, we're very glad to have you alongside us."

You can't help but smile in sympathy. They were idiots, but they knew where their friends were at least.

<April 28th, Saturday 11:58 PM>

You arrived back home after a long ride with the twins towards the GW dorms and medical center. After letting the dorm security that you and the girls found Tanjeet passed out, they let you in fast enough back to his dorm. Figured that they wouldn't have questioned an officer. Yet as you passed through the threshold on your apartment, the air inside was deathly calm.

There was no motion, but the odd dust particle. No sound, save for the nightime traffic. No light, except for the hall lights coming through the entrance. It was all just you, and nothing else. No one else.
You had barely made it inside your apartment before you once again felt that gnawing feeling in your stomach take root again. You were alone, yet this time you knew what it was to have someone else near you. It was a realization, now hitting you harder than any bullet.

>Head to bed, sleep early and try not to cry
>Look through Erick's belongings, if just to remember him again
>Unpack your dufflebag, along with your findings
>Write In

>>2814171
Theme for this area: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UJOl1P4KQw

Also, updated schedules for the group.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/129XrJ-b7vgQKpshbitmz-PM7PyLw6gRmgeEFvTOmujY/edit?usp=sharing

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>>2814171
>Head to bed, sleep early and try not to cry
>End up crying a lot anyway
Basically pic related

>>2814171
>>2814213
Supporting this anon

>>2814171
>Unpack your dufflebag, along with your findings
Findings?
Anyway, rage and cry a lot too, it's time to let it out

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>>2815013
>supporting

I am also curious about this.

>>2814213
>>2814724
2 for bed

>>2815013
>>2815185
2 for investigation findings

30 min to tiebreaker guys. I'll roll for this choice if we can't decide.

Just got back from a family gathering. we'll start as soon as the tiebreaker resolves.

>>2815013
braking tie
this

>>2816401
Voting up bed

>>2816441
>Boi

Alright, there it is.

Writing it for unpacking.

>>2816462
Goddammit...just as I post...

Alright, tied again...

>>2816467
just roll and get to writing boli, we had enough time to break it already

>>2816470
I'll wait 5 more mint, just enough for 30 min to pass, then I roll.

>>2816473
Ill vote for crying

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Alright, 30 min are up. Rolling.

1 - Bed

2 - for unpacking

Writing for outcome.

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<April 29th, Sunday 12:14 AM>

You dumped off the dufflebag near the sofa, not even bothering to take out your gear. You did the same with your uniform, leaving it by the wayside as you headed into the bedroom. It was dark on the way there, probably because you couldn't be bothered to turn on the lights, and almost expected to fall over Erick's moving boxes again. They were replaced instead by the silhouette of a study desk and a swivel chair near the hall.

'He remembered to unpack...', you thought, and felt a warm, liquid on your cheek, 'right before he left for work...'

You didn't linger much longer, as you moved straight to the bedroom at an uneven pace. Your stomach felt weak, like someone had punched you beneath your ribs. So did you head, a dizzying sensation overcoming your mind. You vision started to blurr a little as you dragged your half naked body to the bedside and crawled beneath the covers.

'I'll...bring you back...', you thought, clutching at the sheets as if trying to rip them apart, 'I...know I will...'

Even if it was certain outside of your hopeful mind, you would have cried all the same. Tears were now seeping from your eyes, along with a few strangled gasps from your throat. It felt hard to breathe, as the empty spot beside you lay listlessly. In spite of the warm blankets, it was a very cold night to sleep through.

<April 29th, Sunday 5:30 AM>

A vibrating tone brought your sullen eyes open, along with a static haze swirling in your head. Your left hand reached under your pillow, and pulled out the pulsing smartphone out. Turning off the alarm, you carefully pried off your sheets and made your way off the bed as to not wake Erick up.

You had respected his sleeping pattern, though it was always a bit more inconvenient to leave the bed this way. No sooner had you left your side of the bed that your mind returned to reality, revealing an empty bedside. You resisted the urge to grind your teeth again, and instead shifted your eyes to the bathroom.

That haze in your head began fading as you took your grimy clothes off. In spite of how cold the night seemed, it didn't stop your sweat from sticking to you. Quickly stepping into the shower, you set the temperature to cold and let a wave of clarity wash over you. You would resume your patrol today, with or without Erick, but your mind was set on the next mission.

Now, it was only a matter of using your time wisely.

>Training, head out with anyone available to <Choose Location> after work
>Social, hang out with anyone available <Choose Character> after work
>Investigation, figure out more about <Choose Side-Quest> after work
(Yukino's Killer) - (Erick's Letter) - (Gantz Purpose)
>Write In

>>2816562
>>2816562
>>Investigation, figure out more about <Choose Side-Quest> after work
(Yukino's Killer)

>>2816562
>Training, head out with anyone available to <Choose Location> after work
Kurtis place.

At work we should fill the paperwork for some day offs right now or use some sick days for the week

>>2816562
>>Training, head out with anyone available to <Choose Location> after work
as much as I would like to go after the killer I think now is the time to focus on getting Erick back. At least in the first couple of days.

>>2816625
OOC: Specify a location anon to count your choice.

>>2816625
oh
It can be Kurtis warehause

>>2814171
>>2816562
>Training at the warehouse

>>2816562
>Training at the warehouse

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>>2818426
>>2819100
>>2816654
>>2816625

You sent a message to Kurtis and Dante respectively as you dried yourself with the remaining clean towels and started dressing yourself.

<Please try to get your warehouse cleaned up. We'll be training there tonight.>

<Dante, call up the others. We're training in the warehouse tonight at 7. >

You didn't wait for them to reply back, as you finished putting on your uniform, quickly emptied and hoisted your dufflebag heading for the door. There was a resolve in your step as went outside, yet the lingering effects of the previous night were clear as day on your face. It didn't matter many cold showers you took, those baggy eyes and sullen demeanor weren't going away soon. If you were honest with yourself, it wasn't something you were looking forward to explaining.

<April 29th, Sunday 6:00 AM>

You'd gone through your list of explanations on your way to the HQ for skipping out on the last hour of the night's patrol. Luis was still covering for you back at the station, so explaining the uniform and equipment out of your locker wouldn't be a hassle. No, the real challenge would be making it through tonight without Rick's incessant questioning. Moving those negative thoughts out of your head, you made your way through the HQ's entrance.

Once you entered, you quickly realized by the sudden commotion inside that something was happening. Several patrol officers were hauling file after file from the storage area and towards the main investigation rooms. This was only accounting the officers, as it seemed there were now a few dozen suited gentlemen making their way towards the chief's office. If there wasn't someone in a hurry in the building, it was probably the recruits still waiting on instructions.

'Allie's release has to have everyone in a loop,' you thought, moving towards the women's lockers, 'or they could be here because of the attack on the museum. Well, unless they call me up it's not my pro-'

"TORREZ!", an older gentleman's shout interrupted your train of thought, "In my office in 5 minutes! Bring your partner too!"

Rick's recessing hairline faded from view as you tilted your head to look at him. He looked like he was in a fire of fury as he returned back to his office. At least you'd have Luis to watch your back, but it still wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting regardless. At least it was five minutes to plan and think on what he'd bring up first...

>The attack on the museum, that has to have the media reeling right now
>Allie's escape, or rather second escape
>Your absence, and probably another incoming probation
>Write In

>>2819722
We'll continue the rest of the day today, to make up for lost time. Sorry about losing it yesterday guys.

>>2819722
>The attack on the museum, that has to have the media reeling right now

that has to be big news.

we need vacations chief, fuck, we won't be able to ask him now

>>2819722
>The attack on the museum, that has to have the media reeling right now

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>>2819780

<April 29th, Sunday 6:05 AM>

"First that cathedral and now the museum", Luis states, making his way alongside you towards Rick's office, "what the hell would terrorists want with that? Wouldn't they go after somewhere...you know, strategically important?"

"It's been bothering me as well", you reply, lying through your teeth, "maybe they're not prepared enough to go after an important target?Though, from what I've heard, so far it wasn't totally destroyed this time."

"Christ, this whole morning is a headache," he responds, showing his badge to the clearance officer, "first that girl goes missing again, then the attack, and now the FBI are creeping through our files. All we need now is a psychic boy and an alien and this will be a regular X-Files episode..."

You didn't have the gall to react to his last statement as you entered Rick's office. The carpeted interior and pristine nature of his decor contrasted the look of restrained anger on his face. A shaky cup of coffee was in his hand, as he motioned the two of you to take a seat on the available chairs. You and Luis did so, though Rick just continued standing and took a few more sips before he spoke.

"I didn't think I'd start my morning as the laughing stock of the capital police department", he starts, shifting his gaze between the two of you, "yet somehow federal agents are currently rummaging through this headquarter's files for information on the escape of a woman that was not only secured but also set to make a public statement on a televised network; all of this coinciding afterwards with another attack on a DC landmark. What do you think that says about us, Officers?"

"It..." Luis responded first, trying to find the words, "it doesn't seem like a competent force, sir. But what does this have to do with us?"

"Funny thing about that", Rick continues, planting the cup of coffee on his desk, "because they started looking at recordings in this station as well. And they found an odd pattern involving Officer Torrez and these events."

There was a silent gulp from you, as you tried your hardest to keep calm. You had interacted with Allie in the station, yet it was all to just make her accommodations easier, nothing to do with the escape.

"Where were you yesterday evening at 5:30 PM, Torrez", Rick asked, prompting Luis to explain but a slam on Rick's desk silenced him, "I was talking to Officer Torrez. Now, please explain not just for me but also for the FBI on what your absence means?"

'They think I'm involved...', you chide yourself, 'Luis was covering for me on that night...but...'

>Write In

>>2819976
Was it our night with yukino?

we can use her as alibi, say we had to run out to be with her because her dad was out of town

>>2819976
I'm having problems at home Rick. Big problems that I'm not confortable discussing with you.
If you are trying to say something just up and say it. But I need time to solve sone problems I'm having so if you are not suspending me I want my days off starting now.

>>2820022
>Supporting

>>2820079
Can we not antagonize the guy who has us on a payroll. And probably the FBI?

>>2820106
Man, I'm not antagonizing per se, I'm calling his bluf.

Ih he has something concrete he has to show it to make us talk. And our job right now is getting in the way of things more than helping.
I legit want to ask for our vacations or something

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>>2820022
>>2820079
>>2820106

"I've been taking care of the daughter of an important associate of my boyfriend's", you start, looking over to him, "yesterday, I was called over because her father was out of town. She's young, and we look after her during our time, yesterday was just a little earlier than usual."

"That's the first I've heard of this", Rick responds, raising an eyebrow, "though, we'll look into this alibi of yours in due time. Now, what is this about your boyfriend Officer Torrez, because I recall that we set up an investigation for him before our suspect decided to make a speech to the public eye. Care to tell me why she was so willing to protect him?"

"With all due respect, Chief Harris", you reply back, trying to keep a calm demeanor, "I cannot speak on it because it is a private matter between him and myself that I am not comfortable with right now. If you wish to implicate me for it, then so be it but it is none of your business."

There was a frightening silence in the room as Rick continued eyeing you with that stonelike expression of his. All the while, Luis was speechless at your almost blatant disregard for Rick's current stance over you. You didn't move all the same, as you knew that any sign of weakness would betray your speech. There was drawn out sigh from Rick, before he finally sat down and spoke again.

"There are no secrets in this department, Torrez", he stated, a more calm voice taking over, "and I understand that it's only been on year since you joined the force. However, I cannot protect you from their investigation unless you cooperate."

"I need time to resolve my own problems", you reply, retaining your levelheaded response, "so, unless they're carrying out an investigation immediately, I would like to request my remaining off days for this and the following weeks. Rick, I don't mean disrespect, but I want to resolve this on my own terms before I continue with this."

There's another lengthy silence as Rick once again retains that same stone-like visage. Luis looks like he's about the violently interject at your reckless request, yet Rick just stands up and looks you over.

"I'll submit a request for your remaining off days", he states, looking at you, "if they go through, don't bother showing up tomorrow. Since you're so uncooperative, I think we'll have to continue this conversation another day, dismissed."

<April 29th, Sunday 6:30 AM>

You left Rick's office after the short meeting, though he requested Luis to stay behind. It didn't matter though, as you were now out of that office and ready to plan ahead for another assignment.


>Head to the normal patrol route, <This will skip to 6:00 PM>
>Head to the museum, try to help out in the investigation
>Talk to the press, try to keep them off of the station's backs
>Write In

>>2820296
>>Head to the normal patrol route, <This will skip to 6:00 PM>

>>2820296
Go after yukino's killer

>>2820333
>>2820378
10 min, to tiebreaker this.

Otherwise, I will roll for it.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2820416
Ok, time's up. Writing for outcome.

1 - Patrol Route

2 - Yukino's Killer

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<April 29th, Sunday 7:00 AM>

"You've got some balls you know that", Luis states, digging into his breakfast bagel, "currently under investigation from the FBI for ties to domestic terrorism, and you decide to ask for an off week? Is that Erick guy you're dating putting something in your food?"

Luis decided to get some breakfast after you both left the station. Your cruiser sat on a parking space next to a local Dunkin' Donuts, as you and Luis enjoyed a morning pick me up. You were deviating from the patrol, but it wasn't something you two hadn't done before. Though, you did wish he wasn't as talkative on his current subject.

"I don't appreciate the joke", you reply back, taking a sip of your coffee, "but it's just something that needed to be said. Rick goes too deep on his assumptions, which is something I don't need right now."

"Yeah, you mentioned that earlier", he continues, washing the bagel down with his own coffee, "I don't expect an answer on what happened Paula, but it's quite concerning. It can't be that bad, right?"

There was a part of you that wanted to slap him across the face for continuing his line of questioning. There was another that wanted to tell him everything and see if he believed you. Thankfully, you had a more calm outlook right now.

"It's...complicated, but", you reply, finishing the last of your coffee, "It's related to an assignment of my own, an investigation. You're free to help me, so long as Rick doesn't figure out what we're doing."

"You're gonna have to explain further", Luis adds, but you just return a gaze of incredulity, "I just want to know what we're getting ourselves into, You know I can keep a secret from Rick, just let me in on it as well if you want my help."

You almost smirk at his curiosity laden response.

"I was asked by her father to look into an attempt murder on that little girl", you respond back, then picking a few files from your dufflebag, "So far, I only have the suspect's photo, and a faulty lead on the guy from a grunt in Chinatown. All inconclusive, but we can change that if you want to help."

Luis let's out a breath, probably of amusement but you guess it could be relief as well.

"You almost made it sound like a crime there Paula", he chuckles, and then holds up the photo, "sounds like a hitman, and looks like a hitman, but it could just be another junkie. Personally, I think we should check if there's any footage of the attack, but it's up to you on where we start."

>To the crime scene, Pentagon City Mall security
>To the dossier, West DC Police HQ photos
>Call up the lead, South DC criminal contacts
>Write In

>>2820682
>To the crime scene, Pentagon City Mall security
Nobody investigated it, let's see if there's anything to find

>>2820730
+1

>>2820682
Backing >>2820730

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>>2820730
>>2820755
>>2820917

<April 29th, Sunday 8:00 AM>

You decided to go with Luis's suggestion, though you had your reservations. Not because it was a bad idea, but more because it was far off location. Arlington wasn't exactly on your patrol route, and if you were notified of a crime nearby that route, there would be little time to head out and resolve it. Though, even you had to agree, that it was arguably the most likely place for figuring out what had happened.

The drive was long, and annoying as DC traffic is infinitely worse as one heads in or out. You blamed the bridges, and the bottlenecks they created, but it helped that at least some of the drivers gave your cruiser a wide berth. Upon arriving at the mall you and Luis made a beeline towards the staff rooms and the security offices. There, a mustachioed guard and his superior guided you and your partner into the room.

"We reported the incident about 2 weeks back", the guard, named Freddie, states, accessing the footage on a computer, "another officer arrived to the scene but they reported it was inconclusive evidence. Though, if you look at the footage, you'll know what we mean."

"What did the camera have a smudge on his face?", Luis adds, raising an eyebrow, "Even if it was inconclusive, wouldn't the father of that kid have reported something? From what you tell me, it was a big deal back then."

"He did report it", his superior, Lyle, retorts, and then scratches his head "you should have seen it when he did too, looked like a man ready to kill. But...he apparently dropped the investigation, since his kid turned up, unhurt, and brought home by the police."

There was a twitch in you that almost wanted to tell them that you had been the one to bring Yukino back. But, you merely swallowed your pride to make sure that this investigation would go without more complications. Nevertheless, Luis seemed perplexed by the story, with you mimicking his state of mind.

"Got it", Freddie says, turning the monitor towards the you and Luis, "this is everything we recovered from that day. At least, anything relevant."

You and Luis looked keenly at the screen, and the slowed down footage. There was a small, asian girl on top of a bench, and her feet seemed to be balancing on the edge. Yet, in those few seconds, the image flickers into black and white before it goes into static. This goes on for a few seconds, before the image returns, with several people now looking over the second floor railing to the bottom. You didn't catch anything in that take...but maybe if you look more carefully...

>Roll1d20 +2 INT to focus and search for that man

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2821018

Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2821018

if the last anon to roll doesn't pass I say we use the banked crit since we can't old it until the hunt

Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2821018
QM, you ok? You've been slower than usual these last few posts.

>>2821043
>>2821034
>>2821026
use banked guys? yay or nay? we still have some more leads but I feel this is a one time thing

>>2821048
I would opt for it. We get a ton of 20s in SOL threads anyways.

>>2821048
Banked CRIT use pls

>>2821048
voting yes to reach the 3 needed

>>2821048
>>2821058
>>2821061
Well if you guys want it like that.

20 used. Writing.

>Arlington wasn't exactly on your patrol route, and if you were notified of a crime nearby that route, there would be little time to head out and resolve it.
Oh hey wasn't that the reason we used Arlington as an excuse for Chris's senator dad when he was still fucking dead? I like it when details like this come up again. Good shit Boli!

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<CRITICAL SUCCESS>
+1 INT

As the footage passes you again, you start to feel something off about it. The choppy nature of the slow motion could be actually messing with your perception of the scene. You request Freddie to play the footage again, but this time you ask that he do it in normal speed and from a further point in time. He asks if you're sure, but Lyle just instructs him to follow orders the first time.

As the footage plays back at normal speed, you actually notice a few more portions of the image. With the more fluid motion, you can see that Yukino seems to be rocking herself on the edge of the chair as she looks onto the mall. In that rocking motion, you assume she's having problems balancing herself, but she doesn't seem to be panicking. It's in those early shots though, that you see a few people exit Ann Taylor's.

There are three people there, two women and 1 man with a crew cut. For a split second, you can see that man turn his head to the little girl on the bench. The clips ends around the same time however, as the static overwhelms the image and it returns to that shot of the crowd overlooking the bottom floor.

"Go back about 5.5 seconds", you ask Freddie, and he does as instructed, returning the image the three people leaving the store, "that man with the crew cut, who is he? Does he show up in any other recordings?"

"We can take a look but it might take a while", he responds, and starts looking through a couple more files, "It doesn't make sense though...no one reported a man fleeing the scene of it. Hell, no one even said that someone pushed the little girl over."

"What do you mean?", Luis interjects, moving closer, "There were several hundred people in that mall when it happened. There must have been someone who saw that man...right?"

'He's invisible...?' you try to surmise, and scratch your head, 'but...how did Claire and Silvia see him...? If he appeared on camera, then...'

You tried to reassess the current situation, but you felt like you were missing something here. It seemed too convenient for it to occur this way. There was a scratching feeling on your back, like there was something very familiar about all of this. Either way, you brushed off the notion and returned back to the screen.

'Can't be wasting time on every video though...'

>Exit, where he went
>Entrance, how he entered
>Aftermath, where did he go
>Write In

>>2821137
>Entrance, how he entered
If he left, then he must have been inside the mall beforehand. Starting from the very beginning to trace this guy's steps is a solid course of action.

>>2821137
>>Aftermath, where did he go

we need a new direction and we only have one chance here because of that passage about not being able to waste time
we have to figure out where to go next

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I'll call it here for tonight guys. I'll update like always tomorrow around 6 or 7 PM counting your choices here.

Sorry about the slow updates tonight, but I am getting worn down by writing for Gantz at the moment. I feel like I need to do a lot of restructuring on the story at the moment, but more for how I keep records on this stuff rather than the narrative itself.

Anyways, see you guys next time, and sorry that this has been a dead thread for a bit.

>>2821193
Dude it's cool. This quest is still some much-needed QUALITY SHIT. You can take however long you want to restructure and reorganize yourself and whatever you have planned.

>>2821193
no worries man, Thanks for running as always. I'm excited for this week, I predict many feels

>>2821193
Thanks for running, all the board has been slow today. Take your time, your quest and characters are awesone.

>>2821137
>Aftermath, where did he go

>>2821137
>Aftermath, where did he go?

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>>2821233
>>2821176

"Does he appear on any other feeds after this?", you ask, pointing at the screen, "If he entered the mall, there must be some trace of him leaving it. Lower floors, elevators, parking lots, anything that can give us a trace on where he might have gone afterwards?"

"Well," Freddie follows up, and brings up a few more dozen folders worth of footage to the screen, "we have footage but we're going to have to narrow down the search if you don't want this to take the whole day."

"We have a time-frame for the suspect", Luis adds, looking over something on his phone, "footage blinks out at around 6:45 PM, so that should be our starting point. Anything after 8 PM should be omitted from the search."

Freddie nods at Luis's specification, and quickly does away with most of the other folders. Only two of them remain, though once he opens them up there seems to be several more things of camera footage within. You almost sigh in frustration at the several day's worth of footage in these folders. It doesn't cause you to falter in your search, but makes the situation seem a bit more daunting.

"I understand you're officers of the law", Lyle states, giving Luis a wary look, "but would you mind me asking why you're reopening an investigation for a solved case? I understand there was a suspect now, but how did you two figure it out?"

You resisted the urge to tell this rent-a-cop to just shut his mouth. It wasn't their place to question you, yet you would give them an answer all the same.

"If a possibility for it existed, we need to make sure", you reply, not taking your eyes off of the screen, "the only thing that matters now is that we have some more forward evidence. Now, can we start with the first of the second floor feeds?"

Lyle just sighs in defeat and motions for Freddie to get the first bit of footage rolling. At nearly 45 min, you were beginning to wonder just how long this search was going to really take...

>Roll1d20 +3 INT to find that man

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2823003
Fuuuuuuck I hate rolling on this quest

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2823003

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2823003

Rolled 5 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2823003

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>>2823272
<BARE SUCCESS>
+1 WIL, -1 INT

<April 29th, Sunday 3:00 PM>

Nearly seven hours had passed without a trace of that man on the footage. The light of the monitors had begun to hurt your eyes, yet you continued to persist in your search for the suspect. Luis had decided to view other parts of footage separately, to save time and to not crowd around the monitor. It was a good idea, but it didn't make the process any less tedious and monotonous.

You'd stayed up on stakeouts before, yet this was something of an entirely new caliber of lookout. Even at the promise of food, or a break, you didn't stop searching for that man. Eventually, even part of your mind began to wane against the continued play and replay of surveillance. Yet, on a singular piece of footage near the end of the food court, you saw unusual movement.

It was the smallest bit of unusual movement, a leaf from one of the potted palms. It moved, yet no passerby was even close to it. The movement appeared to be waving a motion north, towards the edge of the atrium's restaurants.

"Hey Freddie", you start, and he gets up from his monitor, "what's the closest parking lot to the food court? And do you have a camera feed looking at the bottom floor at this timestamp?"

You pointed at the camera, reading 6:51 PM, and Freddie moved to the screen's side to find the footage you requested. The others, seeing the commotion, moved to your side and to the new footage of an empty parking garage entrance. There were many makes of cars in the shot, yet a figure soon emerged up next to the camera, as what looked like a sheen of light beginning to wax off of him.

"What the hell...", Luis stated, his eyes wide at sight before him, "that's got to be the camera acting up, right?"

You motioned Luis to be quiet for a moment, as the footage continued. The man with the crew cut almost nonchalantly headed towards a vehicle close-by, a red Mustang Sedan and it began to speed off out of the parking lot.

"Track it," you command, with Freddie looking surprised at you, "there must be other cameras around the mall. We can track its trajectory if we time it correctly."

And track it you did, as the footage from the outside cameras showed brief portions of the car speeding out of the parking garage and the adjacent streets. The road it took seemed to head to 12th street, and towards the only available route: the 14th street bridge, back into DC.

"What now then?", Luis asks, looking at you with serious eyes, "even with a license plate, we can't track that car down without official help."

>West DC Police HQ, criminal dossier
>Finish your patrol, hopefully there's nothing ongoing
>Call up the lead, but it's too late for a meeting
>Write In

>>2823927
>>Finish your patrol, hopefully there's nothing ongoing

we can ask Luis to run the plates for us tomorrow, for now we have to make sure nothing else goes wrong in our job

>>2823927
>Finish your patrol, hopefully there's nothing ongoing
what >>2823994 said

>>2823927
>Finish your patrol, hopefully there's nothing ongoing

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>>2823994
>>2824174
>>2824998

<April 29th, Sunday 4:00 PM>

After thanking the two security personnel for helping out, you and Luis head out of the mall. You and Luis had been able to keep the radio calls from getting too bad up until now, but HQ was bound to notice something eventually. It only made sense to return to the patrol, if anything to just make sure that no crime was unseen. Thankfully, your current patrol path for the day was located near the Southern Waterfront, with the end point finishing off near Capital South. In other words, it was a petting zoo of a police route in terms of crime levels.

"Please tell me you saw that too", Luis asks, looking around the pier road, "that weird flicker of light on that footage. The guy just appeared on there, and not like through a door but literally APPEARED there."

"Those two didn't see anything when I asked", you reply back, trying to play off the incident, "you must have been seeing something else Luis. Anyways, keep your eyes on the road and your mind on patrol."

"It's like that thing in Predator", he adds, taking a turn towards a small apartment building, "like a cloak or something that just phased out of it or something. I'm telling you it's what I saw, and I can't believe you or the others didn't see it either."

You just wave him off on the sight, though you wish you could indulge him. In reality, you saw the appearance of the man as well as the shimmer of his cloak. Invisibility was something you had only seen on the suit's radars as well as those monsters that attacked the museum last night. Which only made wondering how that person managed to get his hands on it all the more troubling.

What's more, on that suspect's route, it narrowed down the possibility that he was currently in the city. It wouldn't make sense for him to return back unless he lived or operated in DC specifically. It was currently the biggest possibility on the case, which was something you hoped that contact of yours could try to figure out, though this would mean having enough of a lead to go on. With the suspect's car now identified, it was only a matter of time until you found out those six magic numbers.

It was something you would have to wonder about later however, as you almost knelt to the middle compartment and took out your lunch. The guards had offered you a Philly cheese-steak from the food court, and you had to deny them at first to focus on your work. It wouldn't be the case now, as you began to dig in as Luis drove the cruiser.

'Hopefully, it'll just be this for a while...'

>Roll1d20 +2 INT to finish your patrol

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2826529
pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2826529

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2826529
Ok, so the guy who killed Yukino is either tied to the lizards or may be a Gantz member we don't know about.

What do you think guys?

>>2826615
I'm going with lizards, from now on everything is lizards

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>>2826545
<SUCCESS>
+1 Trust <Luis Santos>
<April 29th, Sunday 5:00 PM>

"Two parking tickets", Luis starts, a gleeful smile on his face, "and 1 speeding violation on a Bentley. Gotta say, it's about average for this area considering what we usually pull."

The patrol was over in a few calm hours. The port-side was always calm given the amount of tourism and high end shops there were here, which only made pulling in stops and tickets all the more difficult. Whatever luck had helped you find that suspect had shined again as you and Luis were now on your way back to HQ.

"It'll at least let Rick know we did something", you add, looking over the side window, "all things considered, we got lucky. Any call for assistance or signal for pursuit and we would have been caught with our pants down."

"Never heard you be that negative before", Luis responds, stopping at a red light, "cheer up Paula, we just got away with running an investigation under our department's nose. You should feel happier about it, considering it was your plan."

"I am happy", you reply, shifting your gaze back to him, "but I have to be realistic about it. I am thankful, however, that you helped me out in something this selfish Luis."

"Heh, anytime", Luis states with a smile, and continues driving as the light turns green. You couldn't guess as to whether his smile was out of comfort or assurance but it took a bit of your edge off.

<April 29th, Sunday 5:30 PM>

You and Luis arrived back to HQ swiftly and without any real issue. After unloading your cruiser's laptop, you both headed towards the back to hand in your report. Though, as you slipped the laptop and memory file into the designated window for processing, you heard the sound of commotion from the reception area. Making your way there, you were met with a distressing sight of a tall black man shouting towards a few wary officers.

"Sir, you're going to have to calm down", a male officer commands, motioning for the man to stop, "we have the request submitted, but like we mentioned we don't have an officer avai-"

"Didn't you understand what the fuck I said earlier!?", the man continues, sweat dripping onto his white sleeveless, "MY SISTER IS GONE! She could be kidnapped or dead or WORSE and you're going to tell me you don't have an available officer in this station full of people?!"

The man continued his tirade you moved forward towards the main reception area. Aside from the large muscles and foul mouth, the man did not appear armed, and did not seem a legitimate threat. This wouldn't stop one of the officers in tackling him to the ground after he decided to shout an especially loud curse. Though, once you got a good look at him, your eyes widened as you recognized his identity.

'George Adams...', you say in your head, looking at the spectacle in front of you, 'Carol's...brother.'

>'I'll handle this', and take him outside alone
>'Luis, back me up, and take him inside
>Ignore him, it's not your problem anymore
>Write in

>>2826847
>'I'll handle this', and take him outside alone
Cowboy Bebop didn't teach us to carry that weight for nothing. This is something Paula's gotta do.

>>2826847
>'I'll handle this', and take him outside alone

>>2826847
>>'I'll handle this', and take him outside alone

>>2826847

>'I'll handle this', and take him outside alone

Shit, I have no idea abou what we can say to him

>>2826847
>Luis, back me up and take him inside

"Yeah mr adams we can find your sister. It'll take us almost exactly a week. Maybe two."

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>>2826899
>>2826993
>>2827516
>>2827541

"Get off of him!", you shout, moving forward through the small throng of officers, "He's not a physical threat damnit! I know him, leave him to me."

The other officers look at you with some degree of both confusion and calm analysis. You don't falter in moving forward however, and signal to the officer holding George down to get off. He gives you a look of moderate annoyance, before he bring up George from the ground. He gives you a surprised look, though you can tell he's recognized you.

"Hope you know what you're doing Torrez", the officer replies, and releases George from the hold, "and you're very lucky you got a friend here. Another word out of you and-"

"Another bruise out of you and it would have been police brutality", you interrupt, and then motion George to the front doors, "Come on, we don't have all day."

The gives you an impressed glance, before nodding his head. He follows you right behind, but not before giving a dirty look to the officer that held him down. Once outside, you move George out a block down the street and away from any of the cameras near the station. Throughout all of this, he remains impossibly silenced, so much so that you had to look back and make sure he was still following. At the end of the block, you motion him to take a seat at bench near you and to start explaining.

"Carol, she...didn't come home last night", he starts, anguish in every syllable, "she was spending time with that new boyfriend of hers, Dante or whatever, on Saturday at his place. We called him up, but there wasn't any reply on the other line..."

There was a pause in your breath as he mentioned Dante. It hadn't occurred to you where Carol had been before the hunt. You knew it was too late to deliberate on, and could only imagine what Dante's reaction had been this had happened.

"I tried looking up his place, but the house was too in the projects to be his anymore", George continued, his face no longer looking at you, "I called up the police about it this morning as well, told my boss I wasn't coming today, and came back there later on when I realized they weren't going to take my call seriously. Should have known really, why the fuck are they gonna stick their neck out for me against a rich piece of shit like that..."

"George, listen to me", you reply, choosing your words very carefully, "we're not going against you on this ok, but you have to understand that those attacks have left a lot of us at a standstill. I was Carol's friend and my boyfriend helped her out on a lot of occasions, so know that I am suffering with you in that."

"Would you though?", he responds, taking a long breath, "would you really know what fucking feels like? If you're her friend like you claim, then find Dante, arrest him or tell me where he is."

>I'll find Carol, but I can't promise you Dante
>I can't do that, that's not how the law works
>I will find Dante, but I will deal with him
>Write In

>>2828381
I'll find her, and I'll try to find Dante too. But you need to stay out of it, or else you are going to get in trouble with the police. I'll do everything I can to bring her back safely

>>2828381
Backing >>2828553, but specifically
>"I'll find her, and I'll try to find Dante too. But you need to stay out of it, or else you're going to get in trouble with the police. That won't solve anything or get Carol back any quicker. I'll do everything I can to bring her back safely."

>>2828720
This

>>2828381
>I'll find Carol, but I can't promise you Dante. I know him too, he's a good guy. He wouldn't have hurt her.

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>>2828553
>>2828720
>>2829257
>>2829452
>>2829452

"I'll find her, and I'll try try to find Dante too", you reply, standing up from the bench, "but you have to promise to stay out of it, or you'll just get in more trouble with the police."

"Fine", he states, standing up himself, "but you also have to promise me that Dante answers for what he did afterwards. I want to be there once you find him and bring him in."

"I...can't promise you Dante, at least not before we process him", you reply, earning a frustrated scowl from George, "George, I will do everything I can to bring her back safely, alright? Doing something rash isn't going to bring her back any quicker."

He doesn't answer for a minute, letting your words linger in the air. You imagine it is taking a lot of his trust in you to agree to the request. Judging by his and Carol's adversity towards the police, it wouldn't surprise you how much he's holding back. At the start of the next minute however, George extends his hand towards you and you instinctively shake it.

"Please, just call me or my grandmother", he requests, finishing the handshake, "even if she is dead...I...we both need closure. Thank you, Paula."

"Don't worry", you answer, giving him an assured smile, "she'll be back, safe and sound. I promise you that."

<April 29th, Sunday 6:00 PM>

You rushed back home as soon as you finished your business with George. He promptly left after giving you his phone number, saying he was going back to let his grandmother know. You would have wished him good luck, had you not been in a hurry. Once inside, you didn't even bother with a shower as you quickly put on the Gantz suit. While changing, you quickly went over the messages on your neglected phone. There was 1 from Tanjeet, Dante and Kurtis respectively.

<I'll be heading up with Silvia and Claire to the training tonight. And thank you for the help last night Paula. >

<Everyone is good to go for tonight. I'll be picking up Yukino tonight. She gets along surprisingly well with Chris...a little too well...>

<Hey, just giving you an update on the warehouse. Allie was working on it a little, since I had an interview for a new job this morning. She tells most of the metal shit is gone now.>

You didn't focus too much on replying back, as you were finished up the last bindings on the suit. After this, you hauled your gear, and Erick's sword, into your dufflebag for the trip while making sure to put on a jacket and jeans to cover up any visible portions of the suit. In spite of Dante's warnings, Gantz never seemed to mind people walking in the exposed suit, though you figured it wouldn't hurt to have a bit more security.

'I've got time some time remaining', you argue with yourself, 'but I don't want to be late to the meeting...'

>Call a cab, but it'll get awkward with those people
>Call Kurtis, hopefully he's in the area
>Call Dante, though you don't know where he is
>Reply to the texts <FREE> <Write In>

>>2830336
>>Call Kurtis, hopefully he's in the area

ask for a ride


On the yukino Chris thing, I'm not worried she might ike Chris, because she knows he is part of the reason Erick is not around anymore and probably hate him more than we do, I'm worried she is getting close to kill him, that kid is weird

>>2830336
>Call Kurtis, hopefully he's in the area

>>2830336
>>Call Kurtis, hopefully he's in the area

>>2830336
>Call Kurtis, hopefully he's in the area

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>>2830352
>>2830671
>>2830685
>>2830714

"Hey Kurtis?", you say into your phone, standing near your front door, "Can you pick me up at the new place? Erick's...not around, and his car is probably still at that Walmart."

"Sure, but give me a bit", he replies, and you hear Allie's voice in the back, "Yes it's Paula! Sorry, we'll come around to pick you up after we get ready for the session, give me 30 min tops."

You respond in agreement before Kurtis cuts off the call. By the arrival time given, you had a bit of time to yourself. Though, it was anything but calm in those few minutes as worrying thoughts swirled in your mind. Looking for anything to take your mind off of it, you went to your your dufflebag and took out Erick's sword hilt.

The remarkable technology within this device had astounded you as much as everyone else, though marveling at it was not your intent. You pressed the button on the hilt and the blade emerged almost instantaneously. To your surprise, it was unbroken from the previous night.

Giving it a few swings in the living room, the sword's form flashed through the air. You'd never used a sword in your life, yet last night had managed to hone a sense of familiarity with this weapon. You figured that now would be a better time to familiarize yourself further. With each swing, you counted down the minutes to Kurtis's arrival.

<April 29th, Sunday 6:30 PM>

You sat in the backseat of Kurtis's truck, that also contained Allie to your initial surprise. After loading up your dufflebag upon his arrival, Kurtis informed you that Allie was riding with the cloak on as a means of keeping her own safety. You would have asked why he didn't just leave her at the site, but you weren't going to question their logic.

"So, what do you have in mind then Paula?", Kurtis asks, taking a look back at you as he pulls out of the curb, "We'll definitely finish cleaning up the warehouse today, but what after? Erick wanted to do some target practice so what do think on that?"

"I'll probably stick by Erick's last order", you reply, and see Kurtis nod his head, "though, it's honestly up to what they want to do really. We don't really have a leader now and-"

"Well...not really", Allie interrupts, and you hear her shuffling invisibly, "I overheard Chris and Dante speaking about it on the way out yesterday, and they were talking about 'returning it to the way it was' for leading the group."

'They probably just want to leave it up to themselves', you think, almost wishing that the subject would change, 'god...I regret bringing that up now...'

>Allie, how did you escape the first time?
>Kurtis, what was all that 'superhero' thing about?
>The leader, we should have a temporary one at least?
>Write In

>>2830891
>>Allie, how did you escape the first time?
Hey i've been catching up and thus not posting. I was behind by a good 3-4 threads. sorry.
last hunt was such a massive shitshow...

>>2830891
>>Allie, how did you escape the first time?

>>2830891
>Allie, how did you escape the first time?

Let's switch up this conversation. Leadership was Erick's thing, not ours.

>>2831219
Hey man, if there's a time to catch up it's probably now since updates are a little slow now.

>>2830891
>Allie, how did you escape the first time?

>>2831219
Yes, I said this multiple times.
We critfail ONLY in hunts
We critsuccess ONLY in SoL segments
completely ignoring the times when it was not that way for only one or two times

>>2831432
To be fair, that whole last week was just bad.

Between the lizards, the twins going on Chris's side and that near miss at WalMart, I am surprised it wasnt much worse...

>>2830891
>Superhero thing?

Also we should tell Dante to lay low for a week, that way when Carol is back we can say they eloped together.

>>2831457
>near miss
Erick still got seen at the last second by an unnamed someone.

>>2831466
Yeah...that's been bothering me as well.

Why didnt Gantz teleport him as well if he was a witness?

>>2831457
In my opinion, the biggest shitshow was with that teamkilling retard who couldn't get it through his thick skull that everyone was in the same boat as him.
He was a fucking dickhead, and I hope he gets reincarnated as a woman in saudi arabia

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>>2831290
>>2831373
>>2831432

"They'll probably get their way, but just for this one", you add, then look to where Allie is sitting, "personally, I'm more interested in that story of how you managed to get out of the station. I didn't even have the time to read the report when I brought you back."

"Well, it's kind of crazy if I'm being really honest", Allie replies, and the impression on the seat shifts, "the day after I got brought in, there was a bit of panic in the station about several surveillance malfunctions in parts of the station. This was throughout the day, and only got worse in the afternoon since apparently a lot of their staff was in the field."

"It was around that time I felt this...presence outside", she continues, and you give her a puzzled look, "I heard the unlocking sounds and some weird muffled noise before I stepped out to find the guards were knocked out and a set of keys on the ground. Besides them though, there was no one else out there."

Your puzzled looks turns to one of eerie speculation. There was a small list of suspects in your mind that this could be implicated to. You let Allie finish before making your deduction.

"Whatever it was," she finalizes, and her breathing turns a little slower, "I felt it lead me out of the station, as if it was guiding me to where I needed to go even if I couldn't see it. After that, I headed towards Erick's place on a cab, coming here after I...snuck into his apartment."

"Bet you regretted that right afterwards," Kurtis chuckles, before Allie delivered a solid kick to his driver's chair, "Ow, but it did surprise me as well Paula. It must have been hell for you coming back to it after the mission."

"Yeah...it was", you halfheartedly responded, then looking back at Allie's seat, "though, something about this is really bugging me. That...presence, do you know what caused you to follow it out?"

There's a bit of silence from Allie, before you hear a long intake of breath. Most likely, it's out of frustration at forgetting or just not knowing.

"Thing is...I've felt that...presence before", she states, making your brow furrow, "Yet I only recall it after I met Erick at his apartment. It was more faint, but it was that same familiar feeling of a tingle in the back of my neck."

Your mind was now in a state of total loss on what could be occurring here. The points that were once in your head were beginning to fall apart. Though, you at least understood that whatever this thing was, had some sort of connection to Erick. Though, you were at a loss on what.

<April 29th, Sunday 6:50 PM>

Kurtis's truck arrived to the warehouse and the two other parked vehicles therein. The discussion with Allie had dragged into speculation but you were relaxed enough from the topic of leadership to greet the others amicably. Yukino was the first of them to wave back, except for Chris who was heading inside already. Even if he wasn't there, at least you suggest the plan for today.

>Write In

>>2832772
Let's start on the target practice training.and then fo some teamwork training, where the ranged ones give covering fire alternating their shots between the cooldowns or their weapons so we have a constant stream of shots while the meele(us with the sword) close in and attack

>>2832853
I especially liked this part
>alternating their shots between the cooldowns or their weapons so we have a constant stream of shots

>>2832772
Backing this >>2832853
and yes what >>2832869 said

>that entire Allie talk
Was it one of the invisible aliens freeing Allie for their own ends?
Or is Allie an esper and she doesn't know it entirely?

>>2832917
I think it was one of the invisialiens, they knocked oput the security and some guards and then cleared a path for her escape, why? don't fucking know

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>>2832869
>>2832906

"Alright, after we finish cleaning up what's left in the warehouse", you start, with everyone but Chris giving you their attention, "I suggest we start on target practice and team coordination training. For this we will-"

The loud clang of metal creaking open interrupts your speech as Chris heads inside the warehouse by his lonesome. You only throw a sideways glance at him, though it doesn't stop your train of thought.

"Like I was saying", you continue, shifting everyone's attention back, "After getting some practice shots in, we will finish with some sustained fire practice. The basic idea being that once we get this tactic down, we'll be able to maintain a constant rate of fire in spite of our weapon recharge."

"How will we do that exactly...?" Silvia asks, and Claire finishes the question, "Like, recharge on these things takes a while, and so do the guns. They aren't machine guns or anything."

"This is where the coordination comes in", you answer, moving closer to the gate, "long range attackers will cover anyone engaging at medium to melee range between the recharge on their weapons. We will be able to retain a constant stream of shots from medium and long range while melee can close in and finish off what's left."

"Using alternating fire to compensate for low firing rates," Kurtis ponders, giving you a look, "it'll take a while to get it down for the team. That kind of timing for a team isn't built on a single weekend."

"What do you think we'll be doing for the next week or so?", you reply, opening the gate with Kurtis's key, "We can alternate other training, but we have to increase our coordination if we don't want a repeat of the museum."

Kurtis is silent after that, as are everyone else, at your comment. For a moment, you think that it might have been in poor taste, yet you know what is at risk should anything like the previous hunt occur again. After letting the others in, you notice that Dante and Tanjeet have been oddly silent during the initial talk. What's more, they seem to be moving slower than usual.

>Talk to Dante, ask if he's alright after last night
>Talk to Tanjeet, and see how he's coping with the previous night's events
>Encourage them both, and head inside with them
>Write In

>>2833328
>>Talk to Dante, ask if he's alright after last night


tanjeet is just sad, Dante may be the next victim to Chris Siren call

>>2833328
>Talk to Dante, ask if he's alright after last night

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>>2833328
>Talk to Dante, ask if he's alright after last night
I hope he doesn't go from being Dante to being DONTE, cuz he's one of my favorites in the quest. I didn't like him at first but he started to grow on me for being the straight-man counter to anonymous control of Erick. That was a nice dynamic.

>>2833328
>Talk to Dante

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>>2833512
>>2834288

You move over towards Dante, but you stop by Tanjeet to let him know to hurry along inside. He perks up from his slump and heads inside with the others. While you figure he's dealing with something as well, it was something you'd previously helped out with. Moving past Tanjeet, you meet Dante near the edge of the gate.

"Hey, are you alright Dante?" you ask, and he perks up to look at you, "We were all reeling after what happened the previous night, but you look like there's something worse happening."

"Two things actually...", he replies, giving you a serious look, "this morning I got a call from Carol's brother, or rather several calls from him. I didn't answer any of them, since I couldn't think of anything to say to him."

"Her family is probably losing their minds right now" Dante continues, "since I was out with her at the time. They're right to be angry though, I wasn't strong enough to keep her safe."

A look of anguish overcomes Dante's face as you only listen. He'd mentioned that Carol was his responsibility before, but there was something else hurting him besides his failure. You moved closer and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe not then," you start, trying hard to appeal to his self-deprecation, "but you can give yourself another chance if you bring her back Dante. I recently spoke with George, and he was willing to-"

"That's the other thing", he interjects, straightening himself, "now, I don't believe Chris's bullshit reason for not bringing Erick back, but...I couldn't stop thinking on that. Which is why...I don't think I should bring Carol back."

"W-what...?" you respond, aghast at his revelation, "Dante...what are you saying? Carol, doesn't she-"

"She means a lot to me", he interrupts again, in a familiar cold tone, "and that's why I can't bring her back to Gantz's game. If I bring her back, she'll be here for another few weeks before she's dead again."

"We won't let that happen", you state, looking at him with a stern gaze, "we'll keep her safe Dante. We-"

"Some of them are trapped worse than us Paula", Dante once again interrupts, irritating you a little, "she can barely get kills during most of our hunts, but she's runs just as much risk as anyone else. She's not like you or me or Erick."

"I can't bear myself giving up on her...but this is the best way I can see her getting out of this dumbass game. At least now, she doesn't have to see me die in the game as well."

>Write In

>>2834997
And you think that leaving her dead is a better answer to giving her a chance? She was running those risks because she never gave up on us, we never gave up on each other from the beginning Dante, and it was only because of that we lasted so long because we have each other.

Don't you get it? since I saw that timer I got hope, hope that there is an end to this game that doesn't involve getting everyone to 100 points, and we need Carol with us before that timer runs out because after that we may never have her again. I know it will get harder before it gets easier but we have to be strong, keep training and survive.

besides, she will never forgive you if you bring back that prick of a brother that you have and not her. *friendly arm punch*

>>2835029
If I still didn't convince you to give her a chance than at least use your 100 to leave the game, it would be such a waste if you gave up on her and stayed here to get killed too

>>2835029
Support

>>2834997
>"You're being selfish. You're making this decision based on your feelings, that you don't want this to happen again. Are you sure Carol feels the same way? I think she wants to live and escape this game, not give up and die."

>>2834997
Backing >>2835029 and >>2835033

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>>2835123
>>2835270

"And you think that leaving her dead is better than giving her a chance?" you retort, though Dante doesn't react, "She was running those risks because she never gave up on us. From the beginning we never gave up on each other Dante, and it was only because of that we lasted this long."

"Did we though?", Dante replies, giving you an unimpressed look, "One third of our group is dead while the others are either too aggressive to work together or one step away from a nervous breakdown. Forgive me for not sounding as hopeful for keeping our team safe, Paula."

"You're being selfish Dante", you sternly state, causing Dante to furrow his brows at you, "Do you honestly think that Carol would want something like this, instead of not giving up and escaping?"

Dante's was eyeing you with a dangerous gleam in eyes, yet you didn't stop your tirade. If he was going to start acting like a coward, then it was your job to shake him back to his senses.

"You know what I think, Dante?" you continue, as Dante's eyes now scowl at you, "You're scared, but not of what will happen to Carol. No, you're scared that you'll fail again, and that this will happen again, am I right?"

"There's nothing we can do Paula!" he shouts at you, his voice breaking slightly, "We can't guarantee her safety, or anyone else's for that matter. And with that timer on the ball, what hope can any of us have against the end of the world?!"

"You don't know that, hell, CHRIS DOESN'T KNOW THAT!" you shout back at him, though he's unfazed, "that timer could be anything, it could even be a way out and we could be missing an opportunity to get everyone out before it reaches 0. I'm not saying it's going to get easier from here on, but that's why we need to stick together and train to keep surviving."

"How can you be that naive...?" Dante says, now a few tears releasing from his eyes, "There's now way that ball is going to-"

"Fine then", you interrupt, making Dante flinch, "if you're so convinced, then you should just use your 100 points to leave the game. Like you said, it'd be a waste to see you die here as well."

"W-wait...Paula", Dante starts, but you don't listen this time, and just turn around towards the warehouse. For a few moments, you heard the sound slamming on the ground behind you. Then, you heard what you could only describe as frustrated sobs as you closed the warehouse doors behind you. As you did, you caught the attention of the others, now all looking right at you with either astonishment or worry.

"This isn't a show guys", you bluntly state, and then go towards a refuse pile, "start on the trash, and then we can start on the training."

You don't hear a reply besides the hurried sounds of busywork in the warehouse.

>Roll1d20 + 4 AGR to clean up the place

Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2836110
pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1pleasenonat1

>>2836110
Also damn I don't wanna break Dante like this, but the man needs to be smacked some sense into. Chris is getting to him.

Rolled 5 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2836110
I hate this part man, I hate to roll, hue.

Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2836110

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>>2836151
<GREAT SUCCESS> <100% WAREHOUSE CLEANED & SHOOTING RANGE SET UP>

<April 29th, Sunday 8:30 PM>

You don't know whether they heard you and Dante, though you probably wouldn't have cared if they did, but everyone remains surprisingly quiet throughout the cleanup. In fact, the only communication in here was on questions regarding the cleanup itself. The only one that even remotely speaks up is Yukino, who asked on what had happened outside.

You only said that you were helping Dante out on dealing with the loss of Carol. It wasn't the entire truth, but she bought it well enough and returned the clean up with the others. It wasn't something you wished to discuss with the others, and them probably hearing that last tirade was as much as they would get. The idea of Dante, the reason you had survived the first mission, thinking on something like that seemed like a cruel joke. It was an even crueler joke however, when he didn't even show up for the cleanup.

Even with the lack of conversation, or maybe as a result of it, the others finished with the cleanup. All of the scrap, save for some of the wooden slats, barrels or cans Kurtis wanted to use to build the shooting range, was out in the dumpster. Besides some of the dust and the dilapidated walls, the warehouse itself was surprisingly clean now without all of that junk around. After giving the others a break, you got started on the shooting range.

This took much less than the clean up, as having the minds of an ex-army sniper and police officer served well in designing the set-up. It was a modest thing, utilizing the wooden slats and barrels as tables, and the cans as targets. They were set up in four neat rows, each boasting short, medium and long range for whatever kind of training the team would need. Considering explosive the weapons got though, you figured you may need a few more cans from the dump.

"Alright everyone", Kurtis started, raising his rifle above his head to signal to the others, "As Paula said, for the next hour or so, I want everyone to pick a weapon and get to the ranges. I want at least 10 good shots from every weapon you know, so get moving people!"

The others just nodded their heads headed to the appropriate spots on the range. You were incredibly proficient with your current weapons at the moment, so maybe you could help one of the others to better accommodate them with a better side-arm. Though, you couldn't help but feel you were forgetting someone in the clean-up.

>Help out someone, <Specify>
>Look for Dante
>Look for Chris
>Write In

>>2836266
>Look for Chris

He went in before anyone, and now he's where?

>>2836266
>Look for Chris

>>2836266
>>Look for Chris

>>2836266
>Look for Chris

>>2836266
>Look for Chris

Dante needs some time to process what we said

Chris on the other hand....

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>>2836387
>>2836385
>>2836373
>>2836299
>>2836292

"Kurtis," you call, and he comes to your side, "I need to look for Chris, his absence is starting to worry me. Start up the team exercises without me if I take too long, alright?"

"Got it," he responds, and then gives you a worrying look, "might want to head out there with a weapon if you ask me. That kid has a few screws loose, don't know what he might try if you go alone."

You simply nod and head towards your dufflebag near the exit doors. For a moment, you swear you heard Dante muttering something outside. Through the shots coming from the range now, it could have honestly been anything. After readying your suit with Erick's sword and your X-Gun, you head outside to find Chris.

With your radar handy, finding him doesn't take too long. His red dot stands out near the back wall of the warehouse, near where some of the larger pieces of garbage were thrown out. As you approach, you notice him fiddling with that giant weapon he got from Gantz. Once you're close though, he gives you a 'friendly' wave as he jumps off of the refuse he was sitting on.

"Hey Paula," he says, nonchalantly striding towards you, "you here to see the fireworks? I think I just figured out how this thing works."

"Not really", you reply, not at all amused with his tone, "I'm actually looking to see what you were doing instead of helping out with the clean-up. Figuring that thing out couldn't have taken you that long, right?"

"Hehe, got me there", he admits, throwing his hands in a faux surrender, "I was actually testing out the sword and seeing just how strong this thing really is. Turns out, it's basically indestructible even against concrete with the suit's strength behind the swing."

He motions you to follow, and you waringly do. You and Chris arrive a few paces away to a small yard of junk that almost seems like a modern art exhibit. Steel girders, concrete blocks, granite weights, wooden slats laid eviscerated in that yard. Some the cuts seemed cleaner than others, though, it seemed true to what Chris said. He even showed you the residue of the cuts on the sword's blade.

"This thing is fucking amazing" he says, like a child with a new toy, "I even tried cracking the blade with the suit's strength, but it didn't even dent it. Anyways, what did you want to ask me, officer?"

>What did you say to Dante...? He's been talking nonsense today.
>What are you in this game for...? It can't just be for some sick thrill, right?
>What do you really know about Gantz and that timer? How can you be so sure it's the end of the world?
>Write In

OOC: Last updates for this thread come in tonight. I will running until 11 PM, so be sure to vote, and I will try to end it in the best way possible.

>>2841285
>What do you really know about Gantz and that timer? How can you be so sure it's the end of the world?

>>2841285
>What are you in this game for...? It can't just be for some sick thrill, right?

>>2841285
>What do you know about Gantz/the timer? How are you sure it's the end of the world?

>>2841285
>>What do you really know about Gantz and that timer? How can you be so sure it's the end of the world?

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>>2841366
>>2841376

"It astounds me you're so dedicated to this whole game," you state, making Chris give you a wave of pseudo embarrassment, "I know you've been here the long, so I imagine you know more than even Dante about this whole thing."

"Indeed", he replies, leaning on a cut slab of concrete, "I got a few more games over him in this thing. Though, Gantz doesn't seem to like me anymore than you guys for whatever reason."

"That's something that's been bothering me though", you continue, earning a look of curiosity from Chris, "What do you really know about Gantz, or the timer for that matter? This whole thing about the 'end of the world' makes me wonder why you're so sure about it."

That little smile on Chris's face fades for a few seconds after you propose your question. A look of annoyance substitutes it as he almost turns away from you. The smile returns though, as he moves from the slab towards you.

"To answer part of your question," he starts, stopping only a few feet away from you, "from what I know, Gantz likes to keep a lot of secrets, many of which you can ask that little kid inside of the ball. Just poke around his ear, nose, and temple and don't actually ask it anything, that'd be stupid. As to what the ball is or what is going on with it, it's up to your imagination cause I certainly don't care what it's doing here."

"Of those secrets then," you respond, earning a raised eyebrow from Chris, "what have you been able to find out? That timer is one thing, but there's gotta be something else as well."

"Well, some other things", he continues, raising his arms lazily over his head, "if you press its temple, it will show you this leader-board thing with other cities listed on it. If you pull on its nose, it will pull up a weird phone thing on the screen where you can put in a number but it's in a weird language that I have no idea what it's about."

"Alright...", you state, somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of information he's giving out, "thanks for that, I guess. But what about the timer-"

You get as far the questioning tone before Chris's arm extends out with that massive gun of his. You see it glow for a brief second before you notice space almost distort in front of you. A large, circular force comes crashing down on the piece of concrete Chris was just sitting on. The impact is impressive as dust and a bit of dirt is kicked up, obscuring your sight.

It is for this reason, that you soon found a very sharp blade right up to your throat. You'd heard the rapid footsteps approaching you, but the impact of the massive weapon had taken you by surprise.

"If I had been an alien you'd be dead", Chris says, and then pulls his sword away, adopting a stance with it, "now, draw and give me a good fight. You're going to have to earn that second half, Paula."

>Roll1d20 + 4 AGR to face off against Chris

Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2841463
Damn, good thing we practiced.

Any banked failures?

Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2841463

Rolled 7 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2841463

>>2841470
Good, let's fucking break his nose at least

Dobwe have our sword with us too?

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>>2841476
>>2841484
<GREAT SUCCESS> +1 Trust <Chris Bowery>

In one fluid motion, you draw the hilt to your hands and unsheathe the blade. You don't waste any time and run right for Chris's open stance. He only grins as you move the sword with a slashing motion towards his side. A loud clang, and bright sparks fly from the impact point of your swords. Chris blocks you initial strike, and he follows up with a stab right for your head.

You careen your neck to the side, as his blade almost touches your cheek. You back-step a feet to avoid the retraction of his blade. Once you find your footing, you go to swing at him again. And once again, Chris blocks all of your strikes, yet you can tell he's not aiming for you as he swings back.

With each counter strike from Chris, you feel your arms tense up as his blade continues to clash against Erick's. After what seems like the fifteenth exchange from your blades, it happens. Erick's blade breaks upon an especially suit powered impact from Chris, and several shards of black metal are sent flying. You're almost sent to the floor with the amount of force Chris put behind that hit.

With another smirk on his face, you notice Chris readying an overhead strike right for you. With your blade shortened to half, you stand no chance of blocking. Which is why, you press the top button of the hilt and the blade extends outwardly to meet Chris's sternum in an unusual stab. Chris's eyes go wide as the blade reaches right below his ribs, yet does not cut into his suit, and instead just knocking him on the ground. You quickly recover from your stance, and now hold your blade up to Chris's throat.

"What the fuck?!", he states, breathing a little fast, "I didn't know it could that shit! That's cheating Paula!"

"Don't give me that, Chris", you reply, adopting a slight smirk of your own, "If it had been an alien you'd be dead, right? Now, fess up on that timer."

"Jesus, fine", he responds, pushing your blade from his face, "but you gotta tell me how you did that shit afterwards. Heh, no wonder Erick was all over you, you're one savage bitch."

You give him an unnamused look, resisting the urge to slap him for that sideways compliment, before helping him up.

"It has to do with the last guy that left this place", he starts up, giving you a unusually serious look, "he mentioned that Gantz knew it was related to the end of the world. Even if wasn't though, he was a in a really big hurry to just run away after that."

"He was a coward", Chris continues, giving you a frustrated look, "but Gantz was on his side in the end. That ball may be a massive piece of shit, but I don't think it's lied to us yet."

You take a deep sigh at his revelation, feeling as if you had learned something yet still knew nothing. If anything, it only made your speculative mind all the more worried. You wouldn't sulk however, as it only gave you more of a reason to push forward.

<Session End>

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Alright, thank you all for sticking it out with me on this LONG and very slow thread on my end.

Like I mentioned before, I will be taking a writing break starting this week and into the 5th of September to reassess on our story progression on Gantz, update a few pastebins and get me a better scheduling thing for the threads. It will also give my artist some time to catch up on art.

Anyways, have a good night /qst/ and to all my anons.

>>2841706
Good night man, thank you very much for running

>>2841692
Night senpai, thanks for running!

>>2841706
Thanks for running Boli, see ya