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>>3380252
<May 3rd, Thursday 10:15 PM>

No one dared get in Kurtis's way as he made his way out of the forested beach-side. Judging by their faces, you could tell it was more out of stunned silence rather than fear. Allie would follow behind him, no doubt to speak her mind further about what he had suggested doing. As for the others, they were still in shock of what had almost happened.

"Why did he do that...?" Yukino asked, breaking the silence, "Kurtis is always so friendly and yet...he was going to-"

"About time someone did that" Silvia interrupted, looking at the spot where Chris had just been, "even if he wasn't gonna shoot Chris, that guy needs to learn that you shouldn't go around threatening people like that. It's only fair he's on the receiving end for once."

"What are you saying...?" Tanjeet asks, moving towards the twins, "so it's alright to threaten his life because he did it first? Silvia's that's not-"

"He was going to kill me," Claire interrupted him, stomping her foot on the ground, "with that same gun you have in your hands! No Tanjeet, he had that coming for a while now."

"Don't forget the reason he did that to begin with" you interject, earning a look of concern from Claire, "because you went behind my back and stole a kill, preventing me from getting Erick back."

"And that makes it's alright for him to threaten my sister?" Silvia questions, shooting daggers at you.

You shoot those daggers right back, and explain, "I never said it did, but it doesn't mean you're anymore justified in wishing him dead as well. We're all supposed to be a team here, and it's because of shit like this that we're even having these sessions to begin with."

Claire gulps a little, and Silvia looks down for a second before returning her gaze back to you. You give out a sigh, before turning around towards the plaza. There's no point in reprimanding these two further, as you know that Kurtis's little stunt created another small rift within your group.

"Personally", you announce, walking towards the plaza, "I can deal with Chris's unpredictability well enough. It's Kurtis I'm getting more worried about."

If they had replies, you walked too fast to hear them beyond the trees. Though, you could hear soft steps following right behind you as you entered the Roosevelt Plaza grounds. Yukino stood right next to you as spotted Kurtis and Allie, picking up any trash or leftovers from the training exercise near the benches and throwing them away. It wasn't long before they spotted you, yet neither of them said.

"What are you going to do?" Yukino asked in a worried tone, "I hope he's not angry at you or me for what happened..."

"I don't know" you reply honestly, "but I doubt he's too mad at you. Even with that mean right hook you gave him."

Yukino giggles a little at the compliment, but regardless keeps that look of concern on her face. In reference to her question, you were planning on...

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>>3380311
>Confront, reprimand him for what he did
>Address, ask why he did it and why he didn't stop
>Back off, avoid further contact and just leave
>Write In

>>3380317
>Address, ask why he did it and why he didn't stop

We know it looked bad but we were having a break through with him, he is just a kid after all and Dante needs him alive and stable, we understand why he jumped Cris since he was pointing a gun at us but after that they should have stopped

>>3380317
>Address, ask why he did it and why he didn't stop

He's not acting in his right mind. We need to know what's going on with him.

>>3380327
I can understand disabling him but Kurtis wanted to kill this kid. Something's up with this guy.

>>3380327
>>3380355

>Address

>2 Votes

Writing

>>3380355
I understand wanting to kill him from Cris point of view, he thretened Silvia/Claire, thretened Paula and Dante and before that he probably heard about the rape attempt to Carol. The last guy that tgretened teammembers and we let walk cost us Maria's life, so I understand very well wanting to get rid of Cris before he snaps, the next could be him or Allie for all he knows.

>>3380377
*From Kurtis point of view

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>>3380362

"Head back home with Tanjeet and the others", you command, earning a look of worry from her, "I'll be fine, so don't worry about what happened back there. I just need to ask him some questions is all."

Yukino kept that worried look in spite of your words, but nonetheless replied, "Alright, stay safe Paula..."

"Hey I'm supposed to tell you that", you reply with a smile, causing her to smile slightly, "anyways, go now."

Yukino nodded in acknowledgment and headed back over the treeline. As her footsteps disappeared from your earshot, you made your way towards Kurtis and Allie. They had finished picking up the trash in the time you had your conversation with Yukino, which drove their full attention towards you. Allie's expression was similar to Yukino's worried look, but Kurtis's eyed you with an almost wary gaze.

"Hey, sorry to keep you guys" you called out, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, "but Kurtis I need to have a word with you. Right now, so we can all head home and get some sleep."

The serious, wary look on Kurtis didn't falter for a second, before he said, "Understood, I'll try to be brief. Allie, wait for me by the car once you're done with this, alright?"

She nodded in response, with that worried expression not fading from her face. You gave her a nod yourself, to try to ease her along but it didn't seem to help as she just packed up the dufflebag. Kurtis gave you a signal to follow behind him, towards the back end of the plaza behind the Roosevelt statue. It almost seemed like a teenager's hiding spot, yet it was far away enough that no one could hear.

Finding a spot near the statue to lean on, Kurtis slumps against the marble wall and spoke up, "I don't like the kid, Paula, and I'm not just saying that because his attitude pisses me off. Given what he's done already, even in just the last mission, he's a dangerous liability."

"Trust me, I know" you reply, earning a raised eyebrow from him, "hell, even Erick knew that well enough. But recently, I've worked with him and seen that there's more to why he does this."

"Really now?" Kurtis responds incredulously, "and what could possibly explain why he's a bloodthirsty, insubordinate ,rapist psychopath? Don't think Carol kept quiet about what he did before I came here."

You mentally cursed their knowledge of telling him about Chris's assault against Carol in the first hunt, but simply replied, "He's a dumb kid, simple as that. A dumb kid that lost people close to him, and was starting to see that there's more to this game than just an outlet for his grief in violence."

"He's grieving?" Kurtis questions, and you reply with a nod, "He's acting like a psycho out of grief? And you really trust someone like him to change?"

"Kurtis, you-"

"Remember the last time we gave someone like that a chance?" Kurtis interrupts, not waiting for your answer, "someone who didn't want to cooperate? Someone died because of that, or did you already forget?"

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>>3380454
>Agree, you're right but we can't kill him either way
>Disagree, we didn't know at the time, it wasn't our fault
>Walk away, I'm clearly wasting my breath here with you
>Write In

>>3380469
We broke the guy's every limb and his girlfriend's head exploded, yeah I remember what happened with that fucker and there is not a moment I wish we had done things differently in that entire hunt.
That's what I'm trying to do here, he is a kid, and he lost his only connection with sanity in the same game we are playing, I'm trying to bring it back because like it or not, he is one of us, and Dante, who is a reliable and a friend, needs him too.
Look, I know how it looked, and I thank you for looking out for me, I would have done the same for you if I thought you were in danger, but please, let me and Dante try and bring him back.

>>3380514
>>3380514
>supporting

Man that's some shit...

>>3380514
>>3380545
>Write in

>2 votes

Writing, last update for today.

arrived late but yeah, I get Kurtis but we are still not lost on Cris, or at least we weren't

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>>3380557

"We broke the guy's every legs" you reply back, matching his disappointed look with a serious gaze of your own, "and his girlfriend's head exploded beforehand. Yeah, I remember what happened with that fucker and there's not a moment I wish we had done things differently in that hunt."

Kurtis opens his mouth to speak, but you stomp your foot fiercely down to silence him. He relents for now, but his expression changes serious to match your own as you continue your speech.

"That's what I'm trying to do here, he's a kid who's lost his only connection with sanity in this game. I'm trying to bring him back because, like it or not, he's one of us and Dante, who's reliable as they come, believes in him too."

"Sure didn't look like a lot of believing going down where I found you all" Kurtis interjects, folding his arms, "considering he was pointing that weapon at you. If anything, it looked like a hostage situation to me."

"Look, I know how it looked" you correct, softening your expression a little, "and I do thank you for looking out for me, as I would have done the same for you. But please, let me and Dante try to bring him back, if only to keep him distracted and out of the group's way."

Kurtis kept giving you that incredulous look, like someone who was being asked to believe that the sky was green. After a few moments, he let out a sigh and dropped his arms slightly but that look of disbelief was still on him. He turned his back to you and looked towards the plaza before answering back.

"Once Erick comes back, I'll ask for his judgement on this. I'll honor your word for now because of what happened, but don't think I won't hesitate again to end him if he pulls something like that again."

"Why are you being like this Kurtis?" you ask, stunned at his decision.

"It's my duty to protect the lives of others" he quickly replies, and then turns his head to you, "I thought an officer of the law would have seen it as well. I hope for our sakes he's not as lost as you say."

You wanted to speak up and retort, but you knew that Kurtis's mind was set. For someone as kind and open minded as he could be, he was unusually stubborn when his mind was made up. It only increased your worry though, as now you'd have to be on the lookout for both Chris and Kurtis during another one of the meetings. At the moment, you knew it was the right thing to do, but understood that it might not be the safest or smartest course to take.

<May 3rd, Thursday 10:50 PM>

Tanjeet, the twins and Yukino had left the moment your returned to the plaza, but Kurtis and Allie agreed to take you back home. It made for another eerily silent drive back home, with only Allie ever speaking up to tell you a bit more about that drone project of hers. It wasn't anything you didn't already know, but it broke the deathly silence regardless. They dropped you off home without a word, and barely a goodbye before Kurtis departed with Allie soon afterwards.

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>>3380634
>Turn in Early, and sleep this stress away
>Call dad, and see if you can convince him to Bowery's proposal
>Gantz LIVE, look for <SPECIFY>
>Write In

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OOC: We'll reconvene tomorrow at 6 PM EST.

Check discord for further updates and have a good evening /qst/.

>>3380642
>Call dad, and see if you can convince him to Bowery's proposal

Kurtis must have had a lot of experience with deserters back in the military.

>>3380642
Call Dante and see how things are

We need to talk with Cris asap

>>3380642
>Call dad

We are not actually convincing dad right? Since we don't want that deal to go through

>>3380642
> Call dad, give him Bowery's updated terms, but don't attempt to influence his decision. Maybe put the terms a little favorably. Give him Bowery's number so he can reject it personally.

Guys, Bowery's preposition is to crack down on the vandalism spree, vandalism that we and the other GANTZ teams are directly responsible.
Supporting his preposition puts all Gantz teams in danger.
And convincing father to accept may put him in a VERY big risk since he opperates in NY and we know the NY team is very powerful and very protetive, they can and probably will hurt our father if it mean protecting their opperation.

Please, think about this before discussing it with that, all that I've writen here is infor.ation Paula HAS so she can decide if putting her dad at odds with GANTZ NY or Bowery is preferable.

>>3381792
We need to reject his proposal, he's trying to pin us down by slimy threats, which I don't like and the NY gantz team is more valuable than anything else.

> Call Bowery, inform him our Father is still intent on a position of Neutrality re his Project.
Wish him good luck with his future endeavours. Then hang up.

I agree with this dude!

>>3381792

>>3380662
>>3381594
>>3381717
>>3381863
>>3381891

Got 3 votes for calling father and 2 others that want to back out of the deal with Bowery.

Since these two have a similar intent, do you guys mind if I combine the two?

>Decide in 10 min, otherwise we go with majority on this one.

>>3382289
Alright, seems like we're going with the popular opinion here. Also, only I can only do single updates for Tuesday and Thursday now as a result of a slight schedule change. Sorry about that guys...

Writing

>>3382314
Like we were saying, we want to present the deal so our father is aware but we don't want it to actually happen since it will be very dangerous

>>3382289
Yeah, combining them seams reasonable, or at least giving us a pronto to support it or not.

We don't want to mess with NY right now and we should absolutelly not involve our father in anything Gantz related, so yeah, we don't want the deal to happen

>>3382333
>>3382348
Alright, I'll combine it but know that this is one of the few times I will change an outcome post-humously due to the unique circumstance in writing.

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>>3382362

After heading inside and dropping off your gear in your closet, you headed back to the living room. There wasn't a difference between calling him here or your bedroom, but you personally didn't trust going in there for a private conversation anymore after that alien found its way inside. Pulling out your phone and reclining on the sofa, you dialed up your father's number to see Bowery's little proposition through.

'Not that I'm going to convince him further' you think, hearing the dial tone come over your phone, 'his mind is already made up and I'm not pressuring him further on Bowery's schemes. Hell...I want out of this whole scheming myself...'

After a few dial tones and a dropped call, you overhear the sound of an older latin gentleman on the line, "Paula, buenas noches...but why are you calling at this late hour? Not that I mind saying hello, but I could be at work you know."

"Sorry dad, but I need to tell you something important", you reply, trying to sound serious with your tone, "it's about Senator Bowery, the one with that security deal I told you about the other day. He wants to update his proposal to you."

You hear an audible grumble, or really throaty sigh, from the other line before your father speaks up, "Fine, I'll hear what he's got on the table. But know that whatever that man is offering, I already told him that I'm not interested."

"I know, so I'll keep it brief" you respond, taking in a breather before explaining, "Senator Bowery wants to offer you an exclusive government contract for your company, he didn't specify what it was but it's probably a marketing thing since you head up advertising in the company. Either way, he wants your support for his security campaign in the senate in exchange for that."

There was a long pause on the other line, with the only sounds made were your own breathing over the line. You then heard another one of your father's sighs, a bit of rustling on his side of the telephone line.

"Give me his phone number, or whatever line he's contacting you from" your dad spoke up, matching your own serious tone, "if he's this intent on trying to convince me, then I think it's only fair that I give him a piece of my mind."

You almost chuckled at the turn of events, and quickly complied with your father's request. You knew there were only a few times your dad got his hands dirty and that was usually to protect his family or to castrate someone himself. Whether he had seen Bowery's advances as a threat or not, it was certainly going to make for a conversation the good senator wouldn't forget.

"I'll call you back as soon as I'm done talking 'politica' ", he stated, sounding a little excited, "and I hope this is the last I hear of this senator after tonight. Call me if you want to talk mija, it gets lonely up here you know."

"Of course dad, buenas noches", you reply, and he replies in kind before cutting off the line.

<May 3rd, Thursday 11:20 PM>

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>>3382415
>Head to Bed, sleep away stress
>Call up Bowery, tell him the good news
>Gantz LIVE, look up <SPECIFY>
>Write In

>>3382423
>Call Dante

>>3382423
>Call Dante/Chris, warn of impending tantrum

>>3382538
>>3382592
>supporting

Also, we should hang out with Chris tomorrow.

The kid is fucking insane but he's show us over this week that he can be trusted and at least has some redeeming points in him.

>>3382622
I wouldn't say hang out, but we have to talk with the little psycho about what happened to Kurtis and maybe salvage that redeeming path he was taking about ressing Haley.

>>3382634
If anything, we should let him know we weren't in on jumping him at the beach.


...what kind of shit happened for me to want to side with Chris over Kurtis of all people?!

>>3382663
I'm definetly not siding with Cris tho, if he tries to kill Kurtis I'm shooting him down, I'm more worried in making sure he doesn't try exacly that

>>3382538
>>3382592
>>3382622

>Write In

>3 Votes

Writing

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>>3384590

With what you knew about Bowery, it was mostly assured that he'd throw another fit once he got the bad news, at least going by your assumption of Chris and Dante's accounts of it. What worried you however, would be who it would be inevitably directed towards. Both of them mentioned how irritable Bowery had gotten from his prior rejection, and you could only imagine how he'd be at the second.

You narrowed your eyes and keyed in Dante's phone number as worry began to surface. You needed to warn them of what was coming and to check up on Chris's state after what happened on the beach. Judging with how he reacted, it was a higher priority right now. After several seconds of tones, the line came up to Dante's hazy voice.

"Yo, I was falling asleep you know. What do you need Paula?"

"Sorry but I need you to listen carefully Dante" you reply, trying to sound dead serious, "your dad is going to get some bad news on a rejected deal tomorrow morning. I suggest getting out of the house or hanging low with Chris if you don't want a worse repeat of today."

"Ok..." Dante acknowledges, somewhat groggily, "I'm going to guess it's related to that tantrum earlier today. Thanks for the heads up Paula."

"No problem", you respond, and switch to a more apologetic tone, "and how's Chris? Is he alright after what happened in Roosevelt?"

You hear an audible sigh from Dante, no doubt of worry, before he says, "Not well, he was screaming and fighting me all the way to the car and I had to knock him out to take him home. It was the only thing I could think of, but at least he's safe for now."

"Kept screaming about how he wanted Kurtis dead, how you had set him up and why he was better off without the team. I'd let you talk to him but he's out cold right now."

'Great, it's as bad as I imagined...'

"Alright" you reply, trying to sound understanding, "we'll talk about it more tomorrow I suppose. Have a good evening, both of you, ok?"

He returned your farewell, and switched off the call. You did the same, pocketing your phone and heading for your bedroom. This whole situation was holding your team's cohesion hostage and it made sleeping a little more difficult because of it.

<May 4rd, Friday 9:00 AM>

You had a slight headache upon waking up, which you tried to shake off with a cold shower. You knew why it was there, as images of Chris's reaction and subsequent rampage echoed in your mind as you ate some breakfast. You didn't even really taste it, so much as just ate it, as the worry continued in your head. As you got up to wash your plates, a text vibrated through your phone, on part of Kurtis.

<Hey Paula, Allie says she's more or less finished with the drone. I'm helping her out with the remaining components, but she'll send you a video feed of it when we test it out. Physically of course, since using the phones is too risky as is.>

'Makes me wonder why you even trust it to begin with', you think.

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>>3384745
>Hang out, <Allie, Kurtis & Yukino Exempt at this time>
>Train PHY, head out to the gym again
>Train Weapons, train on a specific gear
>Write In

>>3384754
>Hang out with Tanjeet
He recovering ok?

>>3384754
Hang out with Dante and Chris

Call Dante again to set it up, we have to speak with Cris and make sure he won't do anything stupid.

>>3384800
Just a reminder, we can't put this off for long because the hunt is probably today or tomorrow and we have to talk to him before that

>>3384800
>supporting

>>3384811
I have a really bad feeling we may have really fucked up somewhere with Chris...

>>3384828
We haven't, we went out of our way to help him, but Kurtis fucked up and Cris is such an impulsive spaz and stupid psycho that he will certainly do shit. Like killing us one by one while we are transported to the room

>>3384800
>>3384828
>Hang out <Chris & Dante>

>2 Votes

Writing

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>>3384847

You switched off of Kurtis's text and moved to cleaning up the morning's dishes. Not that you had much work, since it was just one but it always felt slightly longer than cleaning multiples. You felt a bit of that headache come back as you thought on it, but you shook it off to think on the prior evening and what you had told Dante.

Since your father hadn't called you back, it was probably a safe idea to assume that they were both still safe from Bowery's tantrum. What's more, Dante probably left the house with Chris by now and were heading out somewhere. Yet, this still left you with those lingering thoughts about what Chris might do in his state. Dante could probably calm him down, but you had no idea if this would extend to just Dante or the entire team.

Finishing the dishes, you quickly opened up your phone and dialed Dante's number. Much like last night, he responded after a few tones.

"Morning Paula. Listen, we still haven't left since Chris woke up late and he's just finishing breakfast, did you need something?"

"Morning Dante", you reply, breathing in a little, "and I just wanted to ask if you guys minding me coming along wherever you might be going. I don't know how long you'll still have before he gets the bad news though."

There was a pause, along with some shuffling in the background, before Dante spoke up again, "I don't mind it at all, it's just Chris who might mind is all. I can still pick you up, but he might get hostile."

"I figured so, but I'd still like to come along" you respond, and moving towards your bedroom, "I'll take my suit in case anything does happen. Though, he cant really do much of anything if his own thing is disabled, right?"

"Yeah, no actually" Dante replies, and you hear shuffling again, "alright, I'll drop by in 30 minutes. I'd suggest keeping a low profile with it though, otherwise he'll feel even more threatened."

"Gotcha, see you then Dante", you finalize, before turning off the call. Even with the suit on though, you knew that Chris's mind was going to be difficult to deal with regardless.

<May 4rd, Friday 9:30 AM>

You kept eyeing your phone in the time you waited for Dante, either waiting for another text from Kurtis or for your dad to call back from his negotiation with Bowery. Before too long though, you heard a horn blare outside and went to meet Dante and Chris. Both were in the front, but it seemed Chris wasn't speaking even after you got in.

"Hey, good morning Dante, Chris", you greeted and Dante returned it back to you. Chris didn't reply anything, and instead fixed his gaze on the rear-view mirror. Dante, no doubt noticing this, set the car to drive and moved out of your street to put his attention elsewhere.

"Chris, where do you want to go?" Dante asked, but got no answer, "Come on man, don't be that way. You wanted out of there too, so tell me where you want to go today?"

Chris didn't answer, but kept eyeing you on the rear-view mirror.

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>>3384948
>Re-Iterate, Where do you want to go Chris?
>Respond, You have something to say Chris?
>Reprimand, Want to answer your brother, Chris?
>Write In

>>3384960

>Re-Iterate, Where do you want to go Chris?

>>3384960
>Re-Iterate, Where do you want to go Chris?

>>3384842
Just gonna say it now, this is all Bowery's fault.

>>3384995
>>3385049
>Re-iterate

>2 Votes

Writing, last update of the day.

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>>3385062

There was no need to be intimidated. Chris was no more a threat than any other person on the street without his suit. In his current silence, there was no reason to believe he wasn't brooding about what had happened. You didn't take your eyes off of him though, returning his gaze back with your fierce intent.

"Chris" you started, not shifting your eyes, "Where do you want to go today? It's your choice right now."

There was no movement in the car, except the occasional bump on the road, as Chris kept his gaze fixed on you. Dante himself seemed to be focusing more on the road, but he could easily tell something was wrong. Chris's own gaze furrowed, as if trying to inspect your face for any signs of weakness. Yet, after what seemed like a full minute, Chris turned away and settled his head on his arms next to the co-pilot window.

"The zoo" Chris states, almost dismissively, as he just stares to the passing streets on the window. You catch a glimpse of surprise on Dante's eyes, before he returns to his stoic appearance back on the steering wheel.

"Alright, the zoo it is" he replies, turning the wheel to another lane, "I'll keep an eye out for anything good to eat on the way there. Anything in mind, Paula?"

"No, anything you get is fine with me" you answer, nodding your head, "but...any reason why you picked the zoo? It- "

A sudden vibration on your hoodie's pocket catches your attention and go to pick up your phone. Slightly cursing the bad timing, you look to see your father's name on the screen.

"Paula, I just got off the phone with Senator Bowery" your father says over the sounds of traffic, "don't worry about him anymore, he's not going to be making anymore trouble for you. He tried really hard to convince me you know."

"Oh, thank you dad", you reply, looking around to see if anything with Chris had changed. It didn't seem like he was listening in, in spite of the volume on the speaker.

"No problem," he speaks up, and more traffic overcomes his voice, "I would have sent him to an associate, but I don't want to be involved in this anyways. Have a wonderful day, mija!"

He cut off the phone right after that, and saw the Chris and Dante were still in silence. You decided against saying anything else until you arrived at the zoo. Though, this was more because it'd be better to speak to Chris without Dante close by.

<May 4rd, Friday 10:10 AM>

Dante dropped Chris and you off at the entrance, no doubt to find a parking space and to let you speak up. It seemed that Dante was keen on how you and Chris had formed your rather tenuous friendship, for what that was worth. Yet, as you walked past the entrance with Chris, he was still remaining silent as he walked. You followed by his side, but he simply ignored you. In fact, it seemed like he ignored everything as he just seemed to walk forward into the zoo.

Throughout all of this, he retained that same look you spotted on him at the beach. A look of pain, yet cold apathy.

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>>3385179
>Question, why did you pick this place Chris?
>Query, where are we going Chris?
>Inquire, so...what's your favorite animal here Chris?
>Write In

>>3385193
>>Query, where are we going Chris?

>>3385193
"You know we've put up with a lot of shit from you, so I don't think it's unreasonable to ask that you put up with some shit from Kurtis."

>>3380252
Fuckin tits, we're STILL Paula?
Erick will be back never

>>3386405
If we can survive next hunt we will bring him back, we need very few points

And Paula has been pretty based so far, we almost fixed Cris.

I cant wait until Erick is back. I like Paula as a supporting character but as far as POV characters are concerned shes super bland

>>3385179
>>Query, where are we going Chris?

I do want to know why he wanted to come here though, but asking this is more important.

>>3386723
I don't think she's that bad but this LOOOOONG ass slice of life section hasnt endeared me to her that much.

>>3386723
I'm on the exact opposite actually, het slice of life was way more interesting than Erick's, we investigated Yukino's murder and tryed to fix Cris. I like her more explosive and assertive nature compared to Erick's

I still want Erick back since he was the one that got me hooked in the quest and I want him and Paula to see each other again.

>What is your Favourite Animal?

>>3385330
>>3386747
>>3385841

>Query

>2 votes for this, including Write In

Writing

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>>3387186

His walking pace remained the same as he kept moving forward, but you couldn't tell if he was even acknowledging your presence. You had already passed the visitor center by now, and were approaching a few exhibits. In spite of your close proximity and the approaching exhibits, Chris just kept moving forward.

'We'll be at the other end of the zoo at his current pace' you estimate, keeping an sharp eye on him, 'but why is he even doing this? Sure, he's ignoring me but he's not even looking around...'

Whether it was the apparent silence or concern, you decide to speak up, "Where are we going, Chris? Aren't we gonna look at the animals or do you have a specific place in mind you want to go?"

He didn't answer, instead just kept walking forward. This was beginning to annoy you, more-so now because Dante most likely accommodated for Chris's plans today. Even if this wasn't the case, Chris's ungrateful behavior wasn't something you had seen him do yet. He'd been childish and psychopathic in the past, but this was different, like he was being carefully dishonest about something. After you passed the Cheetah's exhibit, you couldn't really take it anymore.

"Chris, seriously, where are we going? Don't tell you made Dante drive all the way out here just so you could have a walk."

Still no response, which only made this whole thing more frustrating.

"If this is about what Kurtis did yesterday, know that I had nothing to do with that. I would never do that to someone that was surrendering."

Chris didn't reply, but you were through with giving him chances now.

"You know, we've put with a lot of shit from you", you start, lowering your voice enough so you don't cause a scene, "so I don't think it's unreasonable to ask that you put with some shit from Kurtis. Yeah, he jumped the gun but I've already reprimanded him for it, what more do you want?"

He stopped dead in his tracks at this, and you did so as well. Thankfully, he'd been smart enough to stop near the side of the walkway and avoided much of the foot traffic. He turned his head to you and saw that his expression had changed to a frustrated scowl. You were honestly expecting the worst but Chris was surprisingly calm in his response.

"I don't know, and...I don't really know if I care. I know you're not about setting people up like that though."

"Then what's wrong then?" you ask as sympathetically as you can, "You've been giving us the cold shoulder the whole trip. What's the point here Chris?"

Chris looked down for a second before raising his head up to speak, "I...goddammit, I don't know. It's like there's a buzzing in my head and I don't know what to think."

"It's not related to Gantz right?" you inquire, somewhat worriedly.

"No, this is more like...static or garbled noise" he replies, before sitting down on a bench, "it's been like that since I woke up. Everything from wanting to kill Kurtis to apologizing has sprung up in my head and...I don't know to deal with it."

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>>3387265
>You're conflicted, that's good though
>You're insane, and this just proves it
>I don't know, but you can tell me
>Write In

>>3387268
>I don't know, but you can tell me

Maybe get some distance though, just in case it is Gantz and his head explodes.

>>3387268
>I don't know, but you can tell me

The kid needs an ear to listen. Damn well his father isnt gonna help.

>I don't know, but you can tell me

What happened was shit, and I'm happy that at least you are thinking about it.

Lets hear him out, people usually just talk at him

>>3387268
>Wait, so there's an actual buzzing that you can hear? It's not figurative? Could you describe anything more about it? Did you have any unusual dreams? Did either of you notice anything weird during the night or was anything out of place at your house when you woke up?

Call me paranoid, but I think aliens might be fucking with Chris through his gantz implant or with some other method. They could have snuck in last night while he was knocked out to do it.
Or, hell, maybe Dante knocking him out damaged something?

> This could either be very good or very bad..... Do these thoughts feel like your own.... Or do they feel invasive.... Something Other?
> I'm thinking it's either Stress, Alien Fuckery.... Or maybe you might be Psychic like Erick....?
> Whichever it might be.... Know that I'll do my best to help come what may.

> We may want to duck into one of the less frequented Enclosures or Areas.... Use an X-Gun to look around with the X-Ray Scope and discern if any Aliens are near and or trying to fuck with your head somehow.

> Which is your favourite Animal? If you are Psychic.... We could try you maybe sending thoughts at one of the critters here as a test. If you get lucky.... Maybe you could then pick one of these Beasties as an Animal Companion? Try sending Emotions first, basics like Fear, Excitement, Hunger.... But lets start with a little Animal okay?

>>3387268
>>I don't know, but you can tell me


guys, the kid is just confused and slightly insane, he is not being mind fucked, we woke up with pretty bad headache this morning ourselves, calm dowm

>>3388337
You don't know that for sure, man.
They literally planted alien tech on our suit like a day ago, I think it'd pay to at least question it further just in case it DOES end up being a foreign influence.

>>3388346
what I think is that he was speaking figuratively, we can ask if he can actually hear a noise but we can stop at that if the answer is no, and even if the answer is yes, the kid was knocked out, that's not good for your health, and specially not good for your head.

>>3388355
It could have been figurative, I guess. But then why describe it as static/garbled noise? That's a little too specific to just be figurative, in my opinion. But then again, those aliens have me paranoid.
Still think it's worth asking further about if he says yes, he is in fact hearing a noise.

>>3388361
when he said static or garbled noise I was interpreting it as that he can barely understand his own thoughs, he mentioned that everything from apologizing to killing Kurtis passed through his head, that's what I understood when he said that. that everything is confused, and it makes sense that everything is confused, we were destroying everything he believed was right about the game and trying to give him something to fight for in the face of that girl that died in the game, and then Kurtis happened and everything got scrambled in his head because he didn't have enough time to actually accept something or reach a conclusion.

I understand the paranoia, I really do, I just don't want him to think that WE think he is crazy, I'm planning to hear him out, and maybe later after we calm him down or help him reach a conclusion we can investigate alien mind fuckery

>>3388366
what I think it is is that he is strugling between the kill-happy Cris that shoots everything to try and make his pain stop and fill a bottomless pit and the Cris we discovered that lives under it that actually cares about somethings

Better to ask with some reassurance.

Erick is Psychic.... Chris could be too.... Aliens could be also....

Besides..... Occams razor and all that. Investigate all the options and then deal with what cannot be explained so easily.

>>3388506
psychic? where are you getting that from?
the guy is confused and going through some heavy identity crisis coupled with stress at home
can we please focus on hearing him out and trying to help him before devolving into crazy theory territory?

>>3388506
Erick was in a Gantz glitch that occurred during his near death and teleportation that caused him to awaken to psychic potential through contact with an unknown entity people have speculated to be the god alien.

Are you trying to tell me Chris getting knocked out is the same thing for him to get psychic powers?

Like, there's paranoia anon and then there's this.

>>3387273
>>3387287
>>3387292
>>3388337
>>3387530
>>3388143

>I don't know

>4 votes, including some write ins

Writing

OOC: Glad to see discussion really got going this time.

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>>3389532
"Is it like an actual buzzing you can hear?" you ask, sitting down next to him, "Like, actual sound or noise you can hear? I don't know what it is either but, you can tell me all you want."

"It's...not real noise, since it's in my head instead of in my ears" he replies, shaking his head, "and it's not like an actual sound either. More like...there's so many things going through my head that it feels like garbled noise..."

"Do you mean like thoughts or images?" you inquire further and Chris nods in acknowledgement.

"I thought it might have just been a bad fucking headache leftover from the other night", he states, holding his temples, "but those usually make me feel like I'm floating. This felt heavy, with too much going on at once."

This wasn't uncommon when stress became too much for people to bear. Hell, you've had intrusive thoughts or images take place during times when you didn't know what to think. You could sympathize with Chris this much, but you knew that it wasn't healthy to let him linger on it. Especially if part of those thoughts were violent like before.

"Chris, look at me" you assert and he turns to face you with an unusually worried expression, "it's ok. What happened the other night was terrible and I'm happy that you're at least thinking about it."

"But I don't want to think about it" he retorts, getting up out of the bench, "Everytime I've thought about something like this it's always ended up horribly for me or someone else. I don't want to have these thoughts in my head damnit!"

He was breathing a little faster now. No doubt he was agitated from the undue stress of those lingering thoughts. You didn't get up off of your seat though, since it might provoke him further. Instead, you just stayed sitting and kept direct eye contact with his frustrated gaze.

"You don't have to think about it alone Chris" you respond as calmly as you can, "you have Dante and myself. We're both here to help you, even if what you have to say is painful."

Chris's breath slows down slightly, but he doesn't go back to your side on the bench. The agitated look on his face drops a little before he speaks again.

"What I am supposed to do then...? Just...tell you and Dante what's been going on...?"

"That's a good place to start" you answer, getting up yourself, "we wouldn't even have to be here if you don't want to. We came to the zoo for a reason, right?"

"Yeah..." Chris says, and you catch him look away, "I guess we can get out of this part of the zoo. Dante will catch up eventually, I guess."

You nodded your head and gave him a smile. He didn't return the smile but he looked like was opening up to your idea. Chris moved over to one of the landmark maps near the middle of the path, with several places he was looking over. You followed him close, and saw him trailing his fingers on the exhibit symbols.

"Even if Dante doesn't catch up" he says, looking quite serious, "I still have a lot on my head. We can walk and talk."

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>>3389645
>Nearby Areas are as follows, are near <1>:
>Cheetahs & Antelopes
>Asia Trail & Leopards
>American Herds & Wild Horses
>Write In

>>3389656
>LIONS AND TIGERS

>>3389656
>American Herds & Wild Horses

I like horses and theres not much violence here

>>3389656
>American Herds & Wild Horses

>>3389908
>>3389944
>American Herds & Wild Horses

>2 Votes

Writing, last update for the night

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>>3390418

"Why not here?" you suggest, pointing to a large white symbol with a bison's head.

Chris looked over to the spot for a moment, and let out a sigh, "It's gonna be a walk there, just winds up a lot of the front. This some sort of trick to get me to talk more?"

"No, not really" you respond, looking over to the side, "I just like horses and I think you could benefit from something peaceful for a change. If it's not to your taste-"

"Let's just go Paula" he said brusquely, moving along the path towards the exhibit. You smiled at the slight accomplishment and quickly caught up to him. He didn't look at you, but you could tell there wasn't as much pain in his expression this time.

<May 4rd, Friday 10:45 AM>

"I don't know why, but..." Chris starts, rounding up the path, "it doesn't hurt as much when I'm talking to you. Like, the noise isn't as loud..."

Chris's expression was still very much that apathetic scowl of his throughout your walk to the exhibit, but he didn't look as hurt now. Maybe it was the focus of the conversation that had helped out with the slight recovery. Mainly on how Chris didn't really want to go see some 'hairy cows' and 'boring horses'.

"That's good" you respond, moving next to him, "it means that you're trying to keep your focus away from that noise. It won't go away though until we're more open about it though."

Chris let out another frustrated sigh and seemed to look around, most likely to either ignore your advice to look for the exhibit. His head stopped to your left as the path rounded a corner, to a small stable like exhibit. Your gaze followed his, as you saw a small pasture with some peculiar looking horses.

Chris moved towards it and you followed right behind. There a plaque with the animal's details on it in the railing. He leaned on his side while you took a look a the plaque.

"Prets-Prewz-Prezt..." you try to sound out, "even with a pronunciation guide this name is all sorts of weird. And their heads...they're so wide and fat, they look more like mules than horses."

"A horse is a horse, Paula" Chris says, sounding bored, "long face, four legs, stringy tail. Doesn't change how boring they are, or non-threatening."

"I don't know" you reply, sounding incredulous, "you ever been kicked by a horse? They can trample someone just as well as a bull if you let them."

"I guess", he scoff, shifting his look to you, "but why you like horses this much? Your dad a rancher or something?"

"No, nothing like that" you answer, looking straight at him, "but I've always liked how strong and serene they are when in gallop."

"Did you know the Spanish are the reason there's horse in the US? A few of them get out of a pen, and a century or so, and we have mustangs in Colorado."

Chris didn't respond, and instead just kept looking at the horses. Granted, you figured he wouldn't enjoy this too much, but it was serving in keeping him somewhat docile. Though, you still needed to keep him talking.

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>>3390577
>Kurtis, why are you so intent on killing Kurtis?
>Apology, who are you apologizing to?
>Zoo, why did you pick this place?
>Write In

>>3390584
OOC: Just realized I forgot to put on my trip this whole time.

Anyways, we'll continue tomorrow at 10 AM EST.

>>3390584
>Zoo, why did you pick this place?

>>3390584
>>Zoo, why did you pick this place?

>>3388506

I bet proximity and over time exposure to Psychic powers being used can awaken and stimulate them in others.

Still think we should mention the possibility of Psychic background noise, external thoughts intruding from others.... As well as the risk of Alien Fuckery.

The Xeno's are already meddling with the Gantz Hunts, Spying on us and Stalking us.

Nothing wrong with a little caution and examination of the possibilities.

>>3390584
>Zoo, why did you pick this place?

Probably nostalgia if anything.

>>3391272
You're really intent on this one arent you?

>>3390851
>>3390930
>>3391479
>Why did you pick this place?

>3 votes for this, including parts of that write in that make sense

Writing.

>>3391542
I wish we stopped pushing for that mind fuckery, its not that and even if it is this is the time to help him deal with the other stuff

>>3391549
OOC: Like I said, only parts that make sense within context. Don't worry, it's a rule that nothing too out there in a write in will be include.

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>>3391542

"Chris, any reason why you chose this place?" you ask, yet his eyes don't turn from the exhibit, "I mean, yeah the zoo is fun but I didn't imagine you as someone who'd enjoy it over anything else really. Anything I'm missing here?"

Chris breathes out a little and makes a grimace that looks somewhat annoyed and painful. You could tell there was something clawing at him to speak out, as he was shaking slightly at your question. He gets off of the railing and turn to you, though his face isn't really pointed at you, moving past towards another side of the path.

"It's where Dante and I first met" Chris answers, motioning you to follow, "back when his mom was still around and back when my mom was as well. I liked coming back here sometimes with him, but after Gantz began I just didn't want to anymore."

You didn't say anything, instead just following him. He sounded angry as he spoke, but you could tell he was trying to remain calm throughout.

"I just didn't want to head out anymore after the game started, I guess because it just didn't seem as fun. Is that the answer you were looking for Paula?"

"Yeah, but" you respond, following close behind, "it almost sounded like you wanted to forget a good memory in not coming here anymore. Is that really what you wanted Chris?"

He didn't answer it immediately, instead just moving towards a bend in the path that led to another pastoral exhibit. This was much bigger than the previous, almost following the path with a fence, and was full of bison and what looked like smaller antelopes. Chris found another place alongside the railing, leaned back and spoke up again.

"I...don't know...I just didn't think about it anymore or cared much about it after the game started. It felt like...I didn't need to come back here anymore and so...I just didn't."

"I see" you reply, standing next to him, "but did come here now because you wanted to remember or-"

"No, it's just" he interrupts, somewhat louder than you'd expected, "...it felt slow and calm...like the opposite of what's in my head right now. It felt like a place where I could...think without worrying so much..."

'He's scared, no, terrified' you surmise, seeing Chris's grimacing expression, 'of what he's going to think of himself before this is over.'

"I must sound like the biggest dumb-ass to your right now. Just...wanting to come here just to think about a headache."

"No, nothing like that" you reply, smiling a little, "everyone needs a place where they can think without being disturbed. And honestly, I'm surprised you're still thinking straight after Dante knocked you out the night prior."

For a second, you thought you saw a movement on his lips, like a smile. It faded the second it came, as a ring on Chris's cellphone almost shook him out of it. An annoyed scoff and pick-up later, he turned to you with that same dour look as before.

"Dante finally got a parking spot, and wants to know where we should meet up for lunch."

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>>3391599
>American Trail, Otters and Sea Lions
>Small animal house, foxes and monkeys
>Great Apes, gorillas and orangutans
>Write In

>>3391603
>Small animal house, foxes and monkeys

Foxes!

>>3391603

>American Trail, Otters and Sea Lions

Otters!

>>3391625
+1

>>3391603
>Great Apes, gorillas and orangutans

Ook ook motherfuckers

>>3391615
>>3391633

>American Trail

>2 votes

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>>3392026

"We can wheel around the elephants" you answer, motioning to a split on the trail near the horse exhibit, "if we make for the American Trail, we can see meet him up near the otters. He can probably make it to us since he's not going to be looking around for the animals too much."

Chris nods, and gives Dante your future coordinates where you'll meet up. After a quick goodbye on his part, he pockets his phone and waves you to move to the split in the path towards the elephants.

"He's getting Five Guys" he adds, moving forwards, "didn't know what you wanted, so he's getting you the same thing as me. Anyways, let's head somewhere less boring."

"Right", you reply, before following right behind. It honestly was a better interruption than you expected from Dante. Though Chris had already opened up quite a bit, perhaps Dante's proximity would help to increase his relative closeness.

<May 4rd, Friday 11:25 AM>

"Read in school once that they had war elephants in India" Chris states, making you turn your head in surprise, "what kind of crazy bastard had the idea to try to tame one of those guys? You'd think something that big would just step on something that tried to control it."

Chris's relatively calm behavior was apparent in his walk, yet his speech throughout was still as crass as always. Not that you minded it too much, as at least it kept him mind out of those intrusive thoughts for a bit. What's more, it appeared your prior talk with him had helped ease a bit of the tension on his face. As you crossed over to the American Trail from the Elephant's exhibits, you couldn't help but think what else he'd bring up.

"Couldn't have been more difficult than horses honestly" you reply, crossing the path with him, "lot's of animals can be domesticated if you get them the right amount of food and training. Besides, that guy couldn't have been crazier than whoever domesticated wolves back in the Ice Age."

You actually elicit a grin out of Chris with that comment, though it could have been the first exhibit on the trail. He quickly moves forward towards a large railed pen, with several rocky outcroppings. You head to his position as he leans close to look into the exhibit. Appropriately enough, you spot two wolves near the rocky outcroppings that form a makeshift cave shelter for them.

Chris, oddly enough, puts two fingers to his mouth and emits a high whistle. As if on queue, the two wolves perk up to look for the noise and look straight at Chris, yet immediately go back to laying in their shady cove.

"Damnit, get up!" Chris rants, almost slamming his hand on the railing, "they used to run out of there whenever someone did that. Mom showed it to me way back when, but I haven't been to this part of the zoo in a long time."

"Maybe they just grew out of it", you add, looking at the wolves, "but how did your mom-"

"It doesn't matter Paula" he interjects, still looking at the wolves, "they're kind of boring now though..."

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>>3393283
>Mother, you keep mentioning her Chris
>Wolves, you only liked the wolves because of that?
>Trail, why didn't you come to this part anymore?
>Write In

>>3393289
>Mother, you keep mentioning her Chris

>>3393289
>Mother, you keep mentioning her Chris

>>3393289
>Trail, why didn't you come to this part anymore?

He shut us down when we mentioned his mother, but I think he doesn't come here BECAUSE of his mother, so maybe this is an indirect way to ask about her.

>>3393326
>supporting

Yeah, that sounds about right. Pry a little instead of the whole way.

>>3393326
>>3393352
Thirding my support here. Gotta go for the soft touch than put on the pressure.

>>3393326
>>3393352
>>3393382
>Trail

>3 votes, and thank god for no tiebreaker

Writing

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>>3393387

'It's gotta be his mother' you assume, looking at Chris's expression, 'he's still touchy about it, but if he doesn't come here anymore...'

"So, is it just the wolves?" you ask, and Chris gives you an inquisitive look, "the reason as to why you don't come here anymore, I mean. Are they only reason you ever came to this part of the zoo?"

Chris lowers his eyes for a moment, before he turns back to look at the wolves. You expect another drawn out moment of silence from him, no doubt to brood about the question you gave him. Yet, he immediately takes in a breath before leaning back on the rail to look at you.

"Nah, I didn't even know the wolves were like this" he answers, retaining part of his dour look, "it's actually because I never really cared for this part. There's the wolves sure but...not much else..."

That last portion sounded almost dismissive with how he worded it. He was definitely hiding something, but you weren't really sure what it was. If it was related to his mother, the only real connection you had was the wolf whistle. Maybe moving on with the trail would jog some memories, though you would also need to meet up with Dante.

"Alright, no worries then" you reply, and turning your head down the trail, "we can't really back out though since we're meeting with Dante in a bit. So, let's head down farther and see if he's around one of the rest areas."

"Sure, lead the way" Chris responds, and follows right behind you. It was unexpected development, considering he was leading the majority of the time here, but it was mostly because he knew this place better than you. Regardless, you moved onward to find Dante further in the trail.

<May 4rd, Friday 11:45 AM>

Chris didn't really care much for the other exhibits as he followed you further in. He threw a glance at the beavers, otters and big horns but didn't really stop or nudge you take a break to look at them. If he was putting up an act to follow his disinterest in this part of the zoo, it was working. That was until you came across the sea lion exhibit.

The path opened up to a rounded plaza that dipped into steps towards a large tank where you saw two black and brown sea lions swimming about, and another section that looked like picnic tables. That wasn't what caught your eye though, as a large crowd seemed to have formed on the far end of the exhibit's exterior, in what looked like stone stadium stands.

"They're doing a feeding show" Chris exclaimed, with an unusual grin on his face, "hey Paula, you want to go see it? They do tricks on podium in the exhibits with them you know."

"Uhmm," you replied, actually lacking a few words as you were surprised at Chris's excitement. Though, as the crowd formed, you also remembered that Dante may be around. Taking a second to scout around, you noticed you couldn't really find him or that he wasn't here yet.

"Oh whatever" Chris interjected, before running off to the stadium's side, "I'm going either way!"

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>>3393660
>Chris, watch it with him
>Picnics, wait for Dante
>Dante, look near the trail for him
>Write In

>>3393665
>Chris, watch it with him

Lets probe that mother if he leaves an opening

>>3393665
>Chris, watch it with him

>>3393720
>>3393780
>Chris, watch it with him

>2 votes

Writing, last one for tonight

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>>3394185

'The stands make a better spot to look out for Dante' you surmise, looking towards the stadium, 'and he could already be there for all we know. May as well indulge Chris a little.'

You follow behind him, keeping a close eye to not lose him in crowd. While the swarm of people is large enough that you have to watch your step, it's not so condensed it's impossible to move through. Chris eventually decides to stop near the top most part of the stands, near the rightmost edge. Whether he was thoughtful of you or pure coincidence, he leaves you a spot open right next to him.

You quickly scan your surroundings once you reach the top of the stands. To your disappointment, Dante doesn't seem to be either in the stands or the general area of the exhibit. It doesn't bother you too much though, as you take your seat next to Chris.

"You ever seen this before Paula?" he asks in just as an excited look as he arrived to the exhibit, "They only show it in the midday during the weekdays. Only ever saw it with Dante this one time school got cancelled."

"I see" you respond, still somewhat amazed Chris is acting this chipper, "all things considered, I'm quite glad you're enjoying it this much and it hasn't even started yet. I've never seen it myself, but your excitement is pretty infectious."

"Oh- shsshshshh it's starting!" Chris starts and interrupts himself as a couple of zookeepers, a white man and woman, move out of to the middle of the exhibit.

The man announces that the feeding and training show will start soon, waving to the crowd, while his partner brings out a few items in a box and he helps pull out a pale full of silvery fish. The both approach the edge of the rocky center of the exhibit and begin splashing their hands in the water. As if on queue, both sea lions prop their heads out of the water and look straight at the trainers.

You perked your head at how quickly they had responded, and suddenly the keepers made a double clap. Both of the sea lions dived, and then came up almost simultaneously to the keeper's stage, propping themselves next to them. You'd imagined these guys were trained, but this whole thing seemed almost rehearsed given how synchronized they were. The keepers gave them a fish each as they approached, no doubt rewarding them for the quick surfacing.

"Dante said that these guys were like dogs you know" Chris stated, as he kept his full attention on the show, "you train them with treats, whistles and they even bark like dogs. Like that dog we had back way back, a rottweiler my dad named Silver."

"You and Dante had a dog?" you ask, as the crowd cheered no doubt a big trick on stage, "was this when he moved in with you or-"

"No, it was back when-" Chris interrupts, in between cheering with the crowd, "-when mom was still around. She got him for my 8th birthday and he lived up until a few months before Dante moved in."

You could see his expression was turning a bit dour again, but you needed to press on.

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>>3394282
>Roll 1d20 +3 WIL and +3 TRUST, to coax Chris into telling you more

OR

>Write In a convincing enough argument for him to tell you more

OOC: I'll post a few updates tomorrow, but I'll be unfortunately out on an errand for the rest of the day.

I'll try to make updates after 6:00 PM EST, but it'll depend on when I get back. Sorry about being painfully slow with this one guys...

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3394289
I have nothing personally, so I'll do a roll. However, if someone comes up with something good, assume I support it, I guess? Is that allowed?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3394289

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3394289

>>3394406

OOC: Yes, in the future you can support but it'll mean you give up your roll for it so be decisive about what you want.

>>3394406
>>3394524
>>3394726

Do you guys want to save this 20?

>>3394849
I'll defer to the anon that rolled it since I think the 15 is enough, but maybe the 20 may keep him from killing Kurtis so letting it stay sounds good too

>>3394849
Keep the 20, if anything because I just want to get this show on the road.

>>3394859
>>3394865
Alright, 2 to keep the 20.

>26

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>>3394866
<CRITICAL SUCCESS> +1 WIL

"I'm sorry, Chris" you apologize, earning a look of worry from him, "just forget I asked, alright? We're supposed to be enjoying the show and I ask something like that..."

"What?" he replies, looking confused, "Why are you apologizing if I brought it up? It's not like it matters anymore, both my mom and Silver are dead."

His denial, or rather emotional indifference, urged you keep pressing on. If Chris was going to face up to those thoughts of his, it seemed that whatever is happening with his memory of this place and his mother were playing into it. Even if it didn't have much to do with Kurtis directly, it was something that could bring further light to Chris's train of thought if you managed to coax it out of him.

"It's just that you've been mentioning your mom since we started walking around", you continue, and Chris's expression changes to a wary glance, "if you've come to terms with their passing, then it's fine but it almost sounds like you're dismissing it."

"I already told you it doesn't matter Paula" Chris reiterates, looking agitated again, "stop talking already an just watch the show. They're about to do the balancing trick anyways."

"I apologized before because I felt like I was overstepping", you retort, but he isn't looking at you anymore, "but now, I think it may have been the right thing to do. I don't want to ruin the show for you, but you're going to turn this into another out for your grief if you keep-"

"I SAID IT DOESN'T MATTER!" Chris shouts, slamming his fist onto the stone seating below hard enough that he winces at the pain.

Though you're used to his outrage, a few set of eyes on the crowd along with one of the zookeepers on stage turn to look straight at him. Chris's breathing increased pace, and you see him start shaking, almost trembling. His face tells you everything though, as a mixture of frustration and fear billow out. Standing up almost as quickly as he had shouted, he lets out a growl and jumps off of the top stands, running off back to the trail.

'Shit...' you think, jumping off the stands yourself and running right behind him.

You hear the show continue behind, but it fades as you pursue Chris alongside the trail. The kid is fast no doubt, but your suit gives you a definitive edge in catching up. You almost tackle him as he comes up to a fork in the road, and hold him back to the tree line away from prying eyes.

"Let go, damnit!" he shouts, still trying to struggle in your grasp, "everything was fine before you started talking. You stupid bitch!"

"You mean like those thoughts in your head?" you retort, holding his arms in a vice grip, "you mean what happened with Carol or drowning your sorrows in the game? Even if you hate me, I won't let you do this to yourself anymore."

"It's...always so damn complicated with you" he spits out, still shaking, "and for what? Because you think I'm going to be just like the others if you keep bringing me down?!"

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>>3394928
>Yes, because it's better that way for everyone
>No, because I can't bear to see someone like this
>Write In

>>3394932

>No, because I can't bear to see someone like this
" you are hurt Cris, the fact that you hurt others to try and mask it makes me worried yes, but you don't need that, Dante and I can help you."

We are starting to become his older sister aren't we? Damn

>>3394939
Do not let this kid near kissing range too, we don't want him confusing things, he already asked to have sex with us and I want to make sure he doesn't misunderstand things.

>>3394932
>No, because I can't bear to see someone like this

"I became a cop to help people and under all your anger and machismo I see someone asking for help. So let me and Dante help."

>>3394939
>>3394989
>No

>2 votes for this

>Writing

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>>3394991
+1 Trust <Chris Bowery>

"No" your shout back, almost shaking Chris yourself, "it's because I can't bear to see someone like you do this to themselves! I see it all the time with kids your age and I'm not letting you do it anymore."

"You're lying!" he retorts, he face contorting into an all too familiar rage, "you're only doing this because of them, because they're afraid of me! Because you're afraid I will kill Kurtis and his bitch!"

You tighten your grip harder, and he winces slightly as you reply, "And even if I was, I would still place your wishes above them because I know backed down. Even if the others think you're a monster, my opinion on you is still the same Chris, and last night you showed that to me!"

"W-what are you-"

For a moment, you felt the struggling stop but he started up again as soon as you interjected.

"I became a cop to help people and under all your anger and machismo I see someone asking for help. So let me and Dante help, because we know who you really are."

"Bullshit, you don't know a thing about me. You're not a friend, you're not my family, you're no one!"

He was shaking even harder now, but his struggling was getting weaker. The running along with the continued resistance must be tiring him out.

"I know enough to see you're hurt Chris, and the fact you hurt others to try and mask it proves that to me. But you don't need to rely on that, because Dante and I will help you."

"You're...lying...you dumb cunt...I'll fucking kill you...too..."

Chris's struggling was becoming little more than dull throbs in your arms now. You could hear his breath slowing down, and his trembling was stopping. It was at this point that you loosened your grip a little.

"That's ok" you assure, drawing his arms back to him, "I know you're better than that now. Even if you don't want to admit it to yourself."

Chris's tired breathing was his only reply, it almost seemed labored with how much trembling there was in his voice alone. He was barely moving now, only the occasional tremble seemed to leave his body. It stayed like that for a while, almost complete silence as you still kept a grip on him in the forest besides the main trail, until he decided to finally speak.

"I'm...sorry" he croaked out, and gave him a sympathetic smile, "Paula...I never wanted anyone to know...because I couldn't bear it. And...Dante...I'm so sorry for what I did to him as well..."

"You can tell him yourself" you reply, finally letting go of him and he almost slumped to the ground when you did, "but I'm glad you were honest. But we should find him first, as I think you might be hungry."

"Y-yeah..." he weakly responds, taking in a few breaths, "I'll call Dante...and-"

"Don't worry, I'll get him a call" you interject, taking out your own phone, "just focus on what you want to tell him when we get there ok?"

Chris perks up slightly in surprise, but then just nods in silence. You give him another smile as you type in Dante's number.

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>>3395041
>Following options are for after you find Dante:
>Chris's mother, and Dante's own connection to her
>Their Brotherhood, and how they knew each other
>Last Night, and what Chris's resolution means
>Write In

>>3395046
>Chris's mother, and Dante's own connection to her

>>3395046
>Chris's mother, and Dante's own connection to her

Where did everyone go...?

>>3395171
Support.

I'm taking the road right now.....3 hour trip....damn

>>3395057
>>3395171
>>3395180
> Chris's Mother

>3 votes for this

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<May 4rd, Friday 12:15 PM>

Dante picked up almost immediately, sounding a little worried as he was still searching the trail for you. After letting him know you were alright, you requested to meet at the picnic area near the sea lion exhibit. He complied, and said to come quick unless you and Chris wanted your burgers to get cold; an idea that no doubt put Chris on edge.

It didn't take too long for you to find him back at the picnic area, even with Chris's tired state. You imagined the promise of food and reciprocity from Dante was motivating to keep up with you back. Maybe that was the reason Chris was the first to greet as you spotted him, and almost take off in a run to the table he placed the food on. What followed next, sounded almost alien from Chris however.

"I'm so sorry" he started, almost bowing his head in shame as he looked at Dante, "for last night, Carol, everything... I should have listened so long ago, when you said you wanted to help me Dante...I was just so scared of it because I couldn't bear seeing you die if I became that close you know..."

"Hey, one thing at a time" Dante replies, giving an honest smile to his brother, "but it's all good man, so long as you're willing to go through with the help. As for the Carol thing, that's something you're going to have to apologize in person for."

"I know..." Chris admits, nodding his head, "I'll help you get her back, and I'll help you get Erick back as well Paula. But you both have to put up your end of the bargain as well and help bring her back as well."

"Hah", Dante chuckles, and ruffles a bit of Chris's hair, "it's cool Chris, we got your back on that, 100%. But now, let's get to eating, since I think we're all hungry."

You nod in agreement, as does Chris, and Dante tears open the Five Guys paper bag to reveal your very savory and very greasy lunch.

<May 4rd, Friday 12:45 PM>

It surprised you how well a paper bag kept those burgers and fries insulated, but your lunch was all the better thanks to it. Throughout it Chris kept what seemed like a wave of apologies for several slights with Dante and the group itself. He was even telling Dante about the suggestion for sex back in Bowery's mansion, something Dante was currently acting surprised over.

"Sorry that I was fake about it Paula" Chris said, looking straight at you, "I said a lot of that stuff back then because I wanted get you to trust me enough to do it. It's was all true but for the wrong reason..."

"Well, you owned up to it" you replied, somewhat disgusted that he was lying though, "but to something different though, I need to know what exactly went on with Chris's mother. I get you both have a connection to her, but I need you both to straight with me about why it's affected Chris this much."

Dante drew in a breath, while Chris just looked at him, before he spoke up, "Alright, but it's a long story, and I don't know if Chris is going to want to remember everything."

<Continued>

>>3395326
Anyone noticed something similar like this happened with Yukino in the musem. Like, similar structure to how Chris is having his own revelation?

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>>3395326

"No, I can take it Dante", Chris responded, blinking a little, "it's time I fessed up to it as well, from what I know. I know I can trust you both with this much."

Dante gave him a look of worry, but sighed and spoke up, "Alright then, I'll start it. And just for the record, everything I say here stays here."

You nodded in agreement and let Dante begin.

"First off, her name was Julia Kleins and I got to know her at a community event near Franklin's Ward on the north end. She and the senator used to run a charity to help out the ghetto back then, and since my mom worked in the community center, she was their go-to woman."

"From what I remember, she was kind, generous and friendly to everyone she met. But especially a good friend of my mom, so much so that we always took trips to the zoo, museums and theaters back when she was around; it's where I met Chris for the first time."

Chris nods, and urges Dante to continue.

"That was back when I was 10, and we visited Bowery's home a lot for events back then too. But, about four years later, right before Christmas, we got the news she had been in a collision with a semi trailer near route 7."

Chris swallows loud enough you can hear it, and you see his face turn dour again. Otherwise though, he's taking the recollection well.

"She died in the crash and in the funeral a few weeks after, Senator Bowery told my mother he'd take me in if anything happened to her. Guess he didn't want a friend's kid to go through the same thing that Chris did."

You couldn't help but let out a saddened sigh at the events. You turned to look at Chris, and saw that a few tears were forming on his eyes. You were almost going to console him, until he spoke again.

"My dad disbanded the Franklin Charity a month after it happened, and he became really bitter after that. He got rid of nearly all of her things in that month and any time anyone mentioned my mom near him, he'd go off on them."

'Oh my god...' you realized, putting a hand on Chris's back, 'it was all his father...the reason he's been denying everything and acting like that for so long...it began with Bowery.'

"He didn't catch this though" Dante says, pulling out a bronze locket you recognized from the night Dante got hit by the aliens, "it's the last keepsake of my mom I got. A locket that Julia gave her for her birthday, called it a token of familial ties."

Dante passed over the locket to you and Chris's side of the table. Chris picket it up first and opened the compartment, motioning you to take a look. Peering over the side, you saw a smiling family of five people. A younger Dante and Chris were in the front, Chris's mother was on his side with a hand on his shoulder, with a black woman you assumed was Dante mother with her own hand on his shoulder, while Senator Bowery stood behind them all.

"So, what now then Paula?" Chris asked, closing the locket, "now that you know everything, what are you going to do about it?"

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>>3395859
>You, it's more of a question of what you're willing to do
>Gantz, the sooner we leave the game the better
>Promise, it's our secret and something I'll help you with
>Write In

OOC: Sorry for the late reply on this one, I went to a late lunch.

>>3395879
>>You, it's more of a question of what you're willing to do


>inb4 it's all and act again and he kills Kurtis at the first opportunity

>>3395879
>>You, it's more of a question of what you're willing to do

>>3395967
I doubt it's something that this time. He's not gonna betray Dante with us both here.

>>3395967
add this too
"If you want, it's something I'll help you with"

just taking out the secret promise because we will eventually tell Erick so he can chill out with Chris

>>3395967
>>3395971
>You, it's more of a question of what you're willing to do

>2 votes, write in included

Writing

>>3395967
Oh right. I think it's important that we tell Chris that he really, for his own sake, needs to not point his weapon at any more friendlies. Other people don't understand him like Paula and Dante do, and they'll probably shoot him the fuck up if it happens again. So it's really important for his own safety that, even if he doesn't intend to shoot, he keeps his guns pointed firmly away from allies. Well, unless he's trying to shoot an alien that's got a hold of someone. That's an obvious exception.

>>3396013
well, I intend to adress Kurtis and the weapon safety too before we part ways, I just think we should focus on him rioght now. maybe before we say goodbye we have a talk about that

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>>3395996

"Don't ask me Chris" you answer, earning a surprised look from him, "it's more of a question of what you're willing to do. Dante and myself can help, but you have to decide for yourself."

Chris looks down for a second, before turning back to you and saying, "I'm not sure where to start honestly. There's so much I've gone back on that I don't know where to honestly start..."

"One step at a time" Dante said, looking over to you, "why not go with what Kurtis said the previous evening. Apologize for the commotion and leaving the training grounds the next time we go in the room."

You could see him grimace at the prospect of going forward with an apology towards people he wasn't that close to. It didn't go away as he replied to Dante.

"Fine...but I want Tanjeet to give me my weapon back. I earned it, and he needs to give it back so I can use it the hunt."

"I'll help you with that" you interject, earning a surprised look from the both, "Tanjeet trusts me more than he probably distrusts you, so he'll listen. Like we said, if you want help we'll be there to help you along."

"Thanks Paula" he replies, smiling in gratitude, which you returned in kind.

"I assume this means you won't try to go after Kurtis either" Dante added, somewhat jokingly, "even if he jumped the gun, I doubt you're not angry. We can trust you with that much, right?"

"I am still very angry, no doubt" Chris responds, and sighs afterwards, "but I won't go after him unless he gives me a reason. Don't think we'll be getting along though, if he's still going to be that much of a hardass."

"Give it time, I'm sure everyone can come around eventually", you add, patting him on the back, "after this hunt though, would you mind if we relate a bit of this to Erick? He did want to help you as well, before he died."

"Erick..." Chris says, looking somewhat estranged by the name, "no, I think I want to tell him myself. If you can trust him Paula, then...maybe I can as well if he did want to help like you mentioned."

You nod in agreement, smiling and Chris returns it in notable happiness. Whatever slights Chris had done before, it seemed like he was making steps to bettering himself. Even if they were as small as just accepting things or apologizing, the goal and destination remained equally noble. To the other side of the table, you could also see Dante smile, doubt happy at how much you'd helped him today.

<May 4rd, Friday 3:45 PM>

The rest of the zoo trip went fairly normal after that, as Chris led you and Dante to some of his favorite locations in there. Notably the Big Cats exhibits, which was now missing a male lion from the enclosure. There was a nervous chuckle out of Chris as he peered inside, but you could tell he was somewhat saddened knowing what had happened. Yet as you were getting ready to leave, Dante told Chris to wait in the car, while he spoke to you alone.

"You did more for him in 1 week, than I could do in 1 year. Paula, how can I thank you for this?"

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>>3396134
>Say thanks, I don't need anything else
>Your car, I'm still missing Erick's car for getting around
>Kurtis, try to ease him along to accepting Chris
>Write In

>>3396138
>Your car, I'm still missing Erick's car for getting around

We shouldn't have to ask him to shill to Kurtis, that's something more for Chris than us.

>>3396138
>>Kurtis, try to ease him along to accepting Chris


>inb4 we convince Kurtis to lower his guard and Cris fucking murders him because he is an actual psycho all along
kek, my paranoia does not let go

but yeah, now I'm afraid Kurtis will jump the gun and fuck the progress we made, Dante and Kurtis get along well, maybe better than we do

>>3396138
>Your car, I'm still missing Erick's car for getting around

Taxi cabs ain't cheap man.

>>3396173
Please tell me you weren't that guy shilling for the psychic thoughts idea...

>>3396165
>>3396179

>Your Car

>2 votes

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>>3396179
no no, I'm actually the guy calling that out
the Cris thing was mostly a joke

but I do worry about Kurtis, he was ordering his girl to kill Cris, not incapacitate or hold him, it's a very good possibility that he may try something even tho we talked to him, maybe we should talk to him more, with the excuse of checking up on his tunnel exploration

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>>3396199
+1 Trust <Dante Bowery> , +1 Trust <Chris Bowery>

"Well, I still need a car for getting around" you reply, and Dante nods, "Erick's care is undergoing a police investigation right now, and I have no way of getting it back until next week. That and...well, cabs aren't really cheap here."

"Hey, say no more" Dante answers, smiling a little, "after today, it's the least I can do for you. Not much of the week left either, so it won't be that long either way."

"Thank you Dante" you reply, smiling back, "and you should try to keep Chris from pointing guns at others, more for his sake. One person not trusting him is fine, but I don't know how it's going to go down next hunt if everyone is vying for his head."

"Right, I'll keep him on the loop" Dante adds, and turns towards the car, "with how he is right now, I'm sure he'll understand it better. Only worry now, is if he'll have a relapse if something happens to us."

"Don't think about it too much" you say, moving to the car with him, "we're both fighting for more than just ourselves. If we start thinking about the worst, we can't focus on what's at hand."

Dante nods in agreement, and he opens the car door to let you in. Taking a seat inside, you see Chris in the co-pilot seat sitting very calmly, There's no fidgets or shaking like before and he's even smiling a little as Dante enters the car. He turns back to you as Dante turns the key.

"Hey Paula" he says, catching your attention, "I know I didn't say this too much back there, but thank you. And like I said, I've got your back for bringing Erick back."

You give him a smile of gratitude, and say, "You're welcome Chris, and thank you."

<May 4rd, Friday 4:00 PM>

Dante had just made it out of Connecticut Avenue as a call rang through your phone. You brought it close to answer, and saw that it was from an unregistered number. Part of your paranoia wanted to ignore it, but you quickly chose against it.

"Hello, who is-" you started, before a familiar voice cut you off.

"Paula, it's me, Allie" the voice spoke over the phone, "Kurtis is off at work, but we're back from our little drone expedition. Got good news, bad news and worse news though, so if you've got some time..."

"Just give it to me straight" you reply, earning a look from Dante in the rear-view mirror.

"Good news is, we found out what that tunnel was" Allie states excitedly, "the video feed caught so much in it before we lost signal. But the bad news is...we lost the drone and have no way of getting it back..."

"That doesn't sound that bad" you respond, earning a look from Chris now, "sure, it's an expensive robot but doesn't Kurtis have more-"

"Like I said, there's worse news" she interrupts, sounding worried now, "it has to do with where that tunnel leads. But from what I saw...there's a strong possibility someone or something will find it..."

A cold chill ran down your spine, slowly making a realization of what she meant. This wasn't lost on Chris and Dante.

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>>3396430
>Drive me, we need to head to Kurtis's house now
>Drive to, leave me at Kurtis's house please
>Hide it, I'll call you back Allie, I'm sorry
>Write In

>>3396442
>Drive me, we need to head to Kurtis's house now

>>3396442
>Drive me, we need to head to Kurtis's house now

Fuck, it's the fucking lizards again. I am actually really scared...

>>3396442
>Drive me, we need to head to Kurtis's house now

>>3396537
>>3396566
>>3396567
> Drive Me

>3 votes

>Writing, last update for the evening

>>3396442
>>Drive me, we need to head to Kurtis's house now

>>3396566
you and me both

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>>3396597

"Understood" you respond to Allie, while Chris and Dante are both eyeing you suspiciously, "I'll meet you over at Kurtis's home in a few moments ok?"

"Got it" Allie states, and you hear a ruffle of hair, " just get here soon, this is very important. See you here."

The call cuts off immediately, and you put your phone back in your pocket. Catching sight of Chris and Dante's gazes, you speak up with a request.

"Dante, mind making a detour over to Kurtis's place? Allie's got something for me there."

<May 4rd, Friday 4:30 PM>

"And there's no way of getting out of there?" Dante asks, and you nod in assurance, "I guess nothing short of climbing down there and a lot of rope I guess. And how deep did she say this tunnel was?"

Dante and Chris had bombarded you with questions regarding Allie's call, and your odd request. And while you managed to relay the jist of what Allie had told you, it just seemed like they had more questions than anything. Thankfully, they didn't really need to go anywhere for today so at least you weren't troubling them with the drive.

"She didn't say" you answer, looking out the window as Kurtis's house came into view, "but you can ask her yourself once we're there. Also didn't mention-"

"Kurtis isn't going to be there, right?" Chris asks, somewhat coldly, "I don't know if he'll let us in if I'm here."

"No, he's at work right now" you reply, moving a little as Dante parks the car on the curb, "and even if he wasn't, I'd just ask him to let us in to apologize at least."

Chris chuckles a little at the last comment, as the car comes to a stop and you and the others unlatch your seat-belts. Moving out of the car, you climb the stairs towards Kurtis's door and you give Allie a call to let you in as always.

"Hey Allie" you speak, as her voice fades in your phone, "I'm outside with a few guests from the team. Mind letting us in if this is importa-"

"What the hell is Chris doing with you?" Allie interrupts, the phone crackling slightly, "is this some sort of joke Paula? You didn't mention them when you called in."

"They're my ride Allie" you reply, moving closer to the door, "and as for Chris, he's actually here to apologize believe it or not. Just...open the door and I'll explain further inside, ok?"

There was a pregnant pause before Allie replied, and you swore you could see her suspicious eye right behind the door's porthole. Not long after though, you heard the sound of several metal locks unlocking and the door creaking open.

"Alright, but get in here fast," Allie said, from behind the door.

You moved in to let the others through first, and then closed the door behind you. On the other side, was a very surprised, and slightly scared, Allie sitting on the living room sofa with a USB in hand. You notice quickly though, she's staring daggers at Chris.

"You're lucky Kurtis isn't here, but don't think I will put up with your bullshit if you try anything. Now, are you ready to see it Paula?"

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>>3396746
>Chris, hear him out first before you dismiss him
>Together, let them see it too since they have questions as well
>Alone, fine, you guys stay here, I'll answer your questions after
>Write In

OOC: Sorry I keep being flaky with the dates guys, but I am trying to finish this week within this quest as best as I can.

We'll return tomorrow at 7 PM EST since I've got some business with university to take care of.

Have a good evening /qst/,

>>3396762
>Chris, hear him out first before you dismiss him

He hopefully has finally moved on from being a shit. We don't want him to backslide.

>>3396762
>>Chris, hear him out first before you dismiss him

He's not here to cause trouble Allie, the gun was pointed at me and we sorted it out, trust me, and him on this ok

>>3396762
>Chris, hear him out first before you dismiss him

>>3396809
I doubt Chris's aggro behavior is totally over, but let's at least hope he's not psycho anymore...

> Chris, hear him out first before you dismiss him

Easier if we get Allie on side before Kurtis gets back.

>>3396809
>>3396850
>>3396924
>>3397303
>Chris

>4 votes

Write In

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>>3399037

"Wait, please hear Chris out first before you dismiss him" you answer, earning a look of surprise from Allie, "Dante and myself talked to him about what happened the other night. He's trying to move on from it."

"And you expect me to believe that?" Allie replies, quite dryly, "you expect me to believe the same guy who pointed a gun to both of you and then threatened to kill me and Kurtis is going to change that quickly? What makes you think I'm going to buy that?"

"Because I would have done it already" Chris interjects, as a plastic thump resonates next to his feet.

All eyes turn to Chris's feet, and an inert looking Gantz sword laying next to them. Your eyes widen at the sight, as does Dante's own. There was a terrifying implication your mind sensed in this, yet you were more surprised at how he managed to keep it concealed from you or Dante. Though, no one is more shocked by it than Allie, who's in a state of fear and cold realization.

"That thing is easier to hide under a hoodie than a gun" Chris admits, kicking the weapon towards Allie, who recoils a little at it, "but, I wasn't planning on using it unless something really dumb happened when we went out. Anyways, if that's not proof of me not wanting any trouble, then I don't know what is."

Allie was still shaking a little from the brazen show of evidence, yet she took in a gulp and picked up the weapon. Eyeing it a little, Allie actually got up from the sofa, and walked straight towards Chris in silence. She stopped right in front of him, still holding the sword in her hands, and looked straight at Chris. A paranoid part of you told you tense up if she tried anything, but to your surprise she held the sword's hilt out to Chris.

Chris takes it and Allie finally speaks, "...you're still fucking crazy, but...I think I can trust you in this much. I'm sorry Chris and if you're trying to change, then...I can be a bit open minded to it."

"It's cool" Chris replies, putting the sword under his hoodie again, "and I'm also sorry for everything that happened last night. Besides, Dante said that you weren't going to follow through on Kurtis's plans to shoot me, so I know I can trust you in that much."

"Right, thank you" Allie reciprocates, smiling slightly, "alright, so about seeing what we found. Follow me, and please don't touch anything."

You and the others agree, and follow Allie to Kurtis's room, that is now full of what you can only guess are drone controllers. In the far back, several wires to what looks like a monitor screen in a case are being routed to Kurtis's CPU. Allie sits down on the swivel chair, and motions you all forward to what looks like an old video player on the screen. After putting in the USB, and loading up an external program, the video player pops up with a paused image of that tunnel and Allie's hands.

"The whole feed is 30 minutes" Allie says, winding the footage, "but I can just set it to when we saw what I mentioned in the call."

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>>3399176
>Whole video, 30 minutes of uncut footage
>Parts of it, 15 minutes including the primary concern
>Only the best bits, 5 minutes of footage close to the concern
>Write In

>>3399188
>Best bits

>>3399188
>Only the best bits, 5 minutes of footage close to the concern

Figured Chris wasnt completely stable, but cant say it wasnt effective.

>>3399188
>Parts of it, 15 minutes including the primary concern

I'm still worried Cris might want to kill Kurtis

>>3399193
>>3399250
>Only the Best Bits

>2 votes

>Writing

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>>3399269

"Don't want to linger too long" you reply, taking positions near the bedside, "just get us about 2 minutes before and after that thing you saw in the feed. That way, we can have it fresh in our minds."

"Got it" Allie acknowledges, and begins adjusting the video feed, "can't get you 2 minutes after, since the feed cuts a few seconds after we saw it. I'll try to include as much as I can though."

Allie's cursor traces the feed forwards to 26:02 before she un-pauses the footage and you and the others huddle in close to see darkness surround a bright light. Just as you had imaged, the tunnel was a dark, and completely light-less environment, only illuminated by what you assumed was the drone's light. In spite of what looked like a steep incline, the drone was descending surprisingly balanced down the tunnel's smoothed out surface.

The smooth surface of the tunnel looked like a type of plastic or metal, yet it didn't shine normally. It could have been treated with something to keep from doing that, but it almost seemed to be absorbing the light instead of reflecting it. The strangest thing about it however was that there weren't any marking or scratches on the surface, almost as if someone had cleaned it; or had never used it to begin with. It went on like this for another 3 minutes of monotonous tunnel travel, until 29:42.

The tunnel seemed to open up as the drone's camera began to sputter slightly, almost as if it was entering a room. Your suspicions were proven correct, as the drone dipped heavily and fell down what couldn't have been more than a few feet. It tried to move around, yet on the whirring of its tracks could be heard as it tried to get up in vain. Nonetheless, the camera moved about for a few moments, trying to guide the light to the larger area. That's when a mechanical drone, almost like a voice, range out in a harsh tone.

<VIAH KARVEERH - ETRERCH - ETRECH - ETRECH - VIAH KARVEERH>

It sounded almost like a siren or a warning system, though the audio began to sputter out as this happened. The footage was about five second to finishing, when a few bright lights illuminated the open area. The drone's camera began to sputter again, this time the digital footage began to tear, but you made out a dark room with what looked like strangely shaped monitors inside. You heard what sounded like voices interlaced with growling before the audio became too indistinct to make out. As the final seconds whined down, the last image you saw was a set of clawed fingers reach out for the camera's lens.

"Signal began sputtering as soon as it entered that room" Allie says, looking at your stunned face, "it wasn't more than 5 miles down, but Kurtis's hardware boosts it up to 10. I have no idea what could have done it short of some kind of jammer."

"Man, fuck the jammer" Chris gets up, moving the footage back to the last image of the clawed fingers, "we just confirmed that those fuckers are somewhere underground right now!"

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>>3399441
>Lizards, we need to find a way of getting down there ourselves
>Drone, we need to find a way of getting that thing back
>Surveillance, we need to be even more wary now
>Write In

>>3399467
>Lizards, we need to get down there and wipe them out.

>>3399467
>Drone, we need to find a way of getting that thing back

No fighting aliens out of a hunt guys if we die there there is no ressing and we can't heal lost limbs and stuff

>>3399467
get the drone and keep an eye on them
>Drone, we need to find a way of getting that thing back
>Surveillance, we need to be even more wary now

>>3399493
>supporting

I think we should be on the lookout right now more than ever. Fighting these guys head on is a bad idea, especially if we dont know where they are or what they can do.

>>3399486
>>3399493
>>3399503

>Drone & Surveillance

>3 votes, including the extra

Writing, last update of the evening.

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>>3399534

"Yeah, he's right" you add, moving to Chris's side, "but we should be focused on getting that drone back. Like you mentioned before Allie, there's no telling what those things are going to do with something of ours in their possession."

"But how?" Allie exclaims, swiveling around to look at you, "we can't track if it's out of range, and we certainly can't go down there ourselves if those things are really down there. I don't even want to take the chance of telling someone about this, not just because of the drone being tracked back to me but...I don't know if Gantz will kill us if we try."

"What about tracking it's trajectory?" Dante suggests, moving to Allie's side, "if this tunnel has an incline, we can try to track its starting point to the end point through the length of the drone's travel against the incline. We can then just head in the direction of the tunnel, and try to see if there's any entrances to that underground room wherever the end point may be above ground."

"We could do that..." Allie replies, looking thoughtful, "but there's no way of telling if that room even goes above ground. Honestly though...that drone could be long gone if whatever grabbed it took it away."

"Whatever the case" you continue, looking at the image, "we're going to have to be on high alert from here on. If Kurtis has any security cameras or surveillance equipment, I think now is the time to get it ready."

Allie nods her head with a worried look over it, and says, "Goddamnit, this was such a dumb idea from the start...I'm sorry Paula, I should have just left it well enough alone..."

"Don't beat yourself up over it" Dante soothes, putting a hand on her shoulder, "you put yourself on the line for this information, and you better believe we're going to put it to use in the future."

"Thanks Dante" Allie responds, smiling slightly.

<May 4rd, Friday 5:00 PM>

You and the others helped Allie pack up the drone's gear back into Chris's closet after the talk. She'd agreed to Dante's plan and said she'd get ready to calculate that room's above-ground location by Saturday. Before you left Kurtis's home though, Allie made it a point of seeing Chris before leaving; something you were close enough to listen in on.

"I'll talk to Kurtis about trying to make amends" Allie said in a serious tone, "even if he refuses to speak to you, I'll have your back once we meet up with the others in the apartment room again. Just...don't act like a dick anymore, alright?"

"I'll do my best" Chris replied, and began walking out of the house, "goodbye Allie and thanks again."

Chris walked back down the steps towards you and Dante, looking somewhat calmer as he approached.

"So, how was it?" you ask, earning a confused look from him, "feeling better now after apologizing?"

"Yeah...at least a little" Chris replies, walking down the steps with you and Dante, "but with the remaining noise, I should talk to Kurtis to silence it. Anyways, where to Paula?"

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>>3399645
>Triad Contact, there's still that business card to look into
>Bowery's Mansion, see them off home before leaving in Dante's care
>GW University, get Chris's giant gun back
>Write In

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OOC: Last update of the evening, we'll continue tomorrow at 6:00 PM.

Like always, just one update on Tuesday and Thursday unfortunately.

>>3399656
>Triad contact

>>3399656
>GW University, get Chris's giant gun back
And get Tanjeet to

>Triad Contact, there's still that business card to look into
He's the bait anyway

>>3399188
>Not just watching 30 minutes on 2x speed until you get to the good bits and then dialing it back to 1x or 1.5x speed
Your video watching skills are...sorely lacking, Boli

>>3399645
>GW University, get Chris's giant gun back

Your fortune: Reply hazy, try again

>>3399656
>GW University, get Chris's giant gun back

We can also try to show him how Chris has been improving

>>3400141

>He's the bait anyway

This sounds like a horrible idea

>>3400984
That triad woman was all up in his business

>>3399656
>GW University, get Chris's giant gun back
Get Tanjeet on
>Triad Contact

>>3400995
Yes, but this is dangerous enough as it is.

If we do this, we need everyone in a gantz suit.

>>3400141
>>3401146
>>3401162

>Tanjeet & Triad

>3 votes

>Writing

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>>3402006

A small flicker went off in your brain and dug through your pockets, pulling out your wallet and looking through the far pocket right behind your cash. Finding the desired item, you bring the Scorpion Triad's business card close for everyone to see.

"What is that like a zoning or real estate company?" Dante questions, drawing in close to look at it, "It looks legit, but are you looking into buying some building space Paula?"

"No, it's actually for an investigation" you clarify, letting Dante hold the card, "Tanjeet got it off of a Triad member back in Chinatown yesterday at lunch. I just never got the chance to check out that address is all."

"Why do you want to check it out so bad?" Chris asks, with a confused expression, "yeah, I get you're a cop, but shouldn't you just report this to your police friends and be done with it?"

"Because one of their men is part of Gantz New York" you answer, earning a surprised look from everyone, "what's more, this is certainly the same guy who killed Yukino. Even if I was to report this to the police, I need to know if this address is actually a Triad front."

"Ok...but," Dante interjects, giving you quizzical look, "do you have a plan in mind for getting in?"

<May 4rd, Friday 5:45 PM>

"No, I don't want to be a part of this" Tanjeet answers, earning a 'Why not?' from you, "mainly because I am not going anywhere near that crazy bitch from the Chinese restaurant. Even if we had the suits, I don't think we'd be able to walk out of there easily."

Dante had driven you to Tanjeet's dorm after you had explained to him the current plan for getting into the Triad's building. You were to let Tanjeet hold the Triad's attention, as a bit of bait for the Scorpion Triad, while you and Dante went invisible to find anything incriminating them of running a criminal front. Yet, after arriving and surprising Tanjeet with Chris's sudden appearance, it seemed that current negotiations weren't going too well.

"Come on man" Dante interjects, moving up behind you, "do us a solid here. You're not gonna be in any danger either, since we're gonna be the ones sneaking in you know."

"That's not the point" Tanjeet replies, looking over to you, "first off, they'll keep tabs on everyone close to us if they know our faces. Secondly...I don't want to have another woman besides Maria saying those things to-."

"Hey Tanjeet" Chris interrupts, looking out from his window, "Do you know where my big gun is? I remember you were the last one that had it."

"Oh, well, the twins have it" he replies, earning a concerned look from Chris, "after the night prior, they never took it out of their car. They're probably back home in Fairfax, right no-"

"FUCK!" Chris stomps his foot, and leaves the room quickly.

"Damnit, Chris come back!", Dante shouts, following right after him.

"...yeah, he really changed", Tanjeets quips sarcastically, looking at you, "but, seriously. Do you have any other alternatives to this plan?"

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>>3402174
>Sneak in, though only with you and Dante
>Cause a commotion, then sneak in with Dante
>Current plan, try to convince him further
>Write In

>>3402184
>Sneak in, only us and Dante
Pick a time when Marcus is out

If we press Tanjeet he's gonna say yes then whine later about how he's weak to peer pressure or whatever lame shit he does.

>>3402184
>Sneak in, only us and Dante
this >>3402248

>Twins stole Chris' big gun
Aw sheeit. You don't get between a Gantz player and their fucking gun. You don't. You just don't.

>>3402276
yup, let's get the gun

>>3402276
I dont think they stole it, so much as Tanjeet gave it to them after they left that night.

>>3402292
Yeah, let's put this Triad business on hold for a bit. Chris's gun is way more important.

>>3402184
yeah nevermind my vote in >>3402276
my vote now is to GET THAT FUCKING GUN BACK

Hust to be clear, delay the triad thing and get the gun back, give the girls a call but don't mention Cris is with us

>>3402441
They're going to find out Chris is with us eventually.

Like these chicks are stupid, but not that stupid.

>>3402441
yeah, this

>>3402292
>>3402276
>>3402369
>>3402409
>>3402441
>>3402618
>Getting Chris's Gun, Write in

>6 votes, including write in

>writing, last thing of tonight

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>>3402695

You don't answer Tanjeet, and instead speed out of the door after Chris. In the faint distance, you hear Tanjeet's voice calling for you to wait, along with the door slamming shut. You don't pay it too much attention, and instead find Chris struggling with Dante outside of the dorm's lobby.

"Damnit, don't do anything stupid Chris" Dante commands, holding onto Chris by the shoulders, "we know where it is, but we can get it after we help Paula. I know it sucks, but-"

"It's mine damnit!" Chris growls, still struggling in Dante's arms, "only I know how to use it! If they're screwing around with it, they could put us in a lot of trouble!"

"Then we'll go and get it with you" you suggest, making Chris turn his head to you, "I don't think those girls are going to be as welcoming as Tanjeet, given the circumstances. I'll give them a call, but you'll have to lay low when we head over there."

Chris looks at you with expectant eyes, but you reassure him with a nod. His breathing slows down to a calm and he lets out a sigh of frustration. Upon seeing his brother calm down, Dante lets him go and Chris moves towards the car's parking space.

"Make sure they're home first" Dante states, passing you to get to the car, "don't want to be driving out of DC for no reason now..."

You want to retort, but just shake your head and head over to the car. Before you do though, a trotting sound behind you turns your head. A panting Tanjeet stands in front of you, speaking out a simple request.

"Wait...please let me come with. It's...really fucking boring in that dorm without those two around."

<May 4rd, Friday 6:30 PM>

After bringing Tanjeet in the car, you gave a quick call to Claire and thankfully she replied back that Silvia and her were currently at their parents' home in Farr Oak, Fairfax. After giving Dante the coordinates for their home, you let Claire in on the reason for calling. Surprisingly enough, she didn't make a fuss about giving you the weapons, as saying that they were afraid their parents would find it eventually.

Though, noting that her parents were currently home, it would make retrieving it more difficult as it was currently in their garage hidden in a suitcase. Chris opposed the idea of waiting for the parents to leave, but Dante instead suggested to have someone run interference for the parents while someone went in to retrieve the weapon. The planning stages didn't go much further, as you soon as approached the twin's home.

"I'll let my dad know know we have visitors" Claire finalized over the phone, "I'll have Silvia open the garage door once your'e there. Don't stick around for dinner, my mom's mac&cheese is terrible."

"Got it, and thank you Claire" you reply, and end the call right after.

Looking over your target, it didn't seem like too difficult of an operation to pull off. Though, honestly, this seemed like a theft the more you thought about it. Nevertheless, you'd need to pick out someone to carry it out.

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>>3402775
>Choose one person to take each task, the rest will be spotters
>Interference <Will Distract the parents>
>Thief <Will grab the weapon>
>Write In

>>3402783
Tanjeet distraction since he knows the girls itll be easier for him to create a rapport with the parents

Chris or Paula as the thief as they have more experience with espionage

Dante as spotter

>>3402783
this >>3402821

>>3402783
Tanjeet as bait

Paula and Dante get the weapon, Dante has the cloak right?

Cris tells us if anything happens

>>3402929
this too
If Dante still has the cloak, he's our ace.

>>3402929
This

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>Designating the black guy as the thief
Never change, guys

>>3403652
Kek, he's the one with the cloak! I swear it had nothing to do with it, damn, Paula is latina herself.

Now I fully expect Dante to make fun of it

>>3403652
He has racial bonuses

>>3403652
Chris is going to laugh his ass off when he realizes it

>>3402929
Yeah, this can work. Do this.

>>3403652
Gantz did call him Big Nig for a reason.

>>3402929
>>3402969
>>3403650
>>3403740
>Tanjeet as Interference, Dante & Paula as Thief, Chris on lookout

>4 votes for this

>Writing

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>>3404555

"Dante, you're with me, keep the cloak on and move close" you command, putting down your phone.

"Paula, hold on, I don't have my suit on" he replies, looking somewhat lost on your command, "I'll stay by the car with Chris to keep a lookout though. Just call me when you're close to the car so I can get the trunk open."

"Thank you, sorry I don't know what I was thinking there..." you apologize and then shift your gaze to Tanjeet, "you know them the most, so distract the parents and work with the twins to keep them away from the garage."

"You got it" Tanjeet acknowledges, opening the door and moving towards the house, "their parents know me since I helped them move out today. I'll flash you a thumbs up when it's time to make your move."

You nod in agreement and sit patiently in your seat as he makes his way to the front door. After ringing the doorbell, a balding, middle aged meets Tanjeet in the front door. He's tall, almost as tall as Kurtis, and he looks muscular even for his current age. Yet, in spite of his intimidating size, the man greets Tanjeet with a smile and kind words. A few moments later, he lets him inside and Tanjeet flashes you and the guys a thumbs up.

'Here we go' you think, quickly activating your cloak, and moving out of the car.

You knew that there was no way anyone could see you, but it didn't mean they wouldn't suspect something if they heard anything. So, you kept a low profile and approached the other side of the house where you saw the garage door. As you sneaked around their lawn, you caught a few glimpses of Tanjeet through the windows.

He was speaking to the bald gentleman, along with Claire and another, older woman sitting beside them in a dinner table. It seemed like they really wanted to Tanjeet to try something, but you didn't stick around to find out as you moved to the other side and found the garage door still closed. You gave it a light knock, figuring Silvia must be here if she wasn't at the dining room with the others.

As you expected, she was indeed there as the garage door opened revealing her along with a lot of appliances, gardening tools, and boxes from what you suspected was their dorm move.

"Paula, if you're there" Silvia started, looking at nothing in particular, "we left that thing in one of the bigger moving boxes. It's the one labeled-"

"Silvia!" a woman's voice called out, "we're have a guest over! Stop messing around in the garage and get in here little missy! And close that door, don't want any raccoons getting in again."

"Shit..." she hisses, and then moves her hand to the garage door button, "I'm coming, ok!"

She must have been more absentminded than you remembered as she forgot to tell you which box it was in before heading through the garage door. To almost shout to get her attention, but stop yourself in between down so. You let out a sigh, and take a look around the amount of junk currently in this place.

>Roll1d20 +1 INT to find the weapon box

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3404685
Shit

Rolled 17 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3404685
Can't wait for a nat 1 to turn Silvia's family into lizard aliens

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3404685
couldn't we just text or call asking for the label?

here's the nat one to punish my smartass mouth

>>3404694
>>3404706
>>3404709
>18 + 1

>Writing

OOC: You could have done that, but no one suggested it.

>>3404717
well, we need the int training anyway

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>>3404717
<SUCCESS> [2/4 INT]
<May 4rd, Friday 6:55 PM>

You had lost track of time by now, as you kept searching for those boxes and subsequently Chris's gun. After searching through the boxes you could see on the surface, making sure to not cause too much of a ruckus in the garage, you moved on to obvious hiding spots. Many of the larger moving boxes you found either contained clothes, books, or other such items.

The quality of the items almost made you jealous of the amount of money the twins's parents must have. Not that you cared too much, just on the sheer fact that they probably didn't even think how much it most cost their parents. Then, you came across a box with a rattling inside, one that was much lighter in weight than the others.

You quickly went to open it, pulling apart the duct tape like wet tissue paper with the suit's strength. Just as you suspected, it was Chris's weapon, just laying in the box without any sort of covering or even safety holds yet it was nonetheless unharmed. You quickly pulled it out of the box and then got an idea.

'If the cloak can mask weapons we hold' you think, pulling up behind a screen of boxes, 'then in theory, it should let me cloak this thing if I just reset it.'

You quickly turned off the cloak behind your screen of junk, and grabbed Chris's weapon. With a press of the radar's button, you turned back the cloak and saw the thin outline spread to the weapon in your hands. Your theory was correct and, after congratulating yourself a little, you made for the garage door button.

The door opened like it did before and you made your way to it as it opened. Just as you were halfway there though, you received a call on your phone. No doubt, either Tanjeet was being led out of the house or someone was heading to the back. Not wasting any time, you moved as quickly as you could and jumped to the side of the house as you heard the garage door being opened.

"What the heck...?" a man's voice rang out, as you pressed against the outside wall, "damnit, can't believe she messed it up again. Hey Silvia-"

You didn't stick around to hear the rest of his tirade, but you assumed Silvia was going to get a talking to because of the garage door. Moving back to the front of the house, you made your way to Dante's car and gave it a knock to open the trunk. Just as you hoped, he did as instructed and you stuffed the weapon in the back.

On the other side of the car, you let the cloak go as you entered the passenger door and found a very groggy Tanjeet sitting next to you. It looked like he had eaten something that didn't agree with him very well and looked half awake.

"Mac & Cheese isn't supposed to have tofu..." Tanjeet belched a little, rolling down the window "glad to have you back Paula...oh god...you owe me for this by the way."

"Yeah, you can say that again" Chris adds, looking back at you, "Thanks Paula, that was pretty awesome. Anyways, we're heading back home, unless you've got somewhere to be?"

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>>3404846
>Bowery's Mansion, see off Dante and Chris
>West Hall, see off Tanjeet
>Home, let them take you home
>Write In

OOC: Sorry I keep forgetting my trip...

>>3404853
>Bowery's Mansion, see off Dante and Chris

Tell them to watch out for their dad, and if Cris wants to talk about that last bit of noise that is Kurtis

>>3404853
>Bowery's Mansion, see off Dante and Chris

I got this feelings we'll be seeing the senator here...

>>3404890
>>3404893
>Bowery's Mansion

>2 votes for this

>Writing

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>>3404935

"Take us back to your place Dante" you instruct, putting on your seat-belt, "we're probably closer than the GW campus. Plus, it'll give Tanjeet a bit of time to air out."

"You got it Paula" he replies, moving the car out of the neighborhood, "like we promised, I'll leave it in your hands for the weekend. Just be sure not to throw up in here Tanjeet, cause it's still my problem until I make it back home."

After another unusual belch from him, Tanjeet just said, "No promises."

<May 4rd, Friday 7:50 PM>

While the way back to Bowery's mansion wasn't as long, it seemed to take longer as the nighttime rush of traffic to and from DC seemed to make the drive all the more difficult. Tanjeet had a least stopped his nauseous phase and was now gawking at the size of the mansion as Dante pulled up to the intercom.

"Hey Joel, you in there?" Dante asked the intercom.

"Good Evening Master Dante" Joel's voice resounds from the mechanical speaker, "I'll open the gate. Though, I should let you know, your father is currently out of the house so responsibilities for your party will fall on you tonight."

"Thank you" Dante replies, chuckling a little, "don't worry, they aren't staying for long. I'm letting one of them borrow my car, so let Bowery know about it when he comes in."

There is a sound of agreement from Joel, and the doors open up to let the car inside. Dante moves it in, and makes for the underground garage on the other side of the rounded front end. The sight continued to amaze Tanjeet, yet not more so until he spoke up again.

"I can't believe you guys live like this. How rich did you say your dad was Chris?"

"Never asked, though being a senator gives him a lot of money. He also has a ton of other business he does on the side, but he never mentions it to any of us."

'Is he talking about the Triad?' you assumed, as Dante drove the car down to the garage, 'besides them and the FBI...what the hell else is Bowery involved in?'

Dante parked the car near the back end of the garage, near what looked like a supply closet and the door to the basement. Both him and Chris got out right after, and made for the trunk where the weapon was stored. Spotting some blankets near the supply closet, you left your seat to give one to Dante in wrapping up the weapon.

"Thanks Paula" he said, holding onto the precious package and then looking at Chris, "I'll get this to your room. Don't be too long, ok?"

You give him a look of confusion as he leaves, before Chris speaks up looking straight at you, "Paula, I know you're getting tired of hearing this, but...thank you. Not all of the noise is gone but you helped me so much."

"Don't mention it" you say, smiling, "just keep an eye out for your dad. And if you want to talk about that last with Kurtis-"

"I think I'll do that when we're in the room" he interjects, looking quite sure, "but there's something else. I want to have another fight with you in that place, tomorrow, no more holding back."

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>>3405074
>Of course, just tell me the time and I'll be there
>I'm sorry, but I can't make it tomorrow
>Write In