Thread: Gantz RPG Mission 04

Just a heartbeat away from death...

Just one last breath to take in...

Darkness covers everything...

There's nothing left to do but to die.

There's nothing but a pause... when you start to feel your heartbeat pound against your ribs again. You start grasping for air. Your minds explodes with thoughts of life and death.

ARE YOU REALLY DEAD?
IS THIS DEATH?

It's strange isn't it that your death ends with you sitting in an empty apartment facing a huge shiny black ball. No spiritual encounters, no white lights, no heaven or hell. You look around and find that there are a few other people in the room. Angels? Demons? or just people like you, waiting for something to happen. Life after death sure seems... dull. The hot noon sun hits your skin, pouring in from the windows. Outside is them; Tokyo, looking busy as ever.

New players to the GANTZ RPG;
Dr. Akuma (Tsujide)
Keiko (absenceoflove)
Ryonosuke (Mongo slade)
Natasha (Poison Ivy)
Dash (1 Hit Point)

You all may start RP-ing in the room, while the older players are finishing up their off mission arc. You may interact with each other; talking, figthing, etc... but remember no god modding, GM will be watching your every move. And as always, there's always a naked women in the room, guess who... (be nice)

If you have any questions, feel free to pm me or post it in the GANTZ RPG Mission 04 OOC page. Have fun.

Yoshi stops laughing his manical laugh once he realizes the flames are gone. He looks straight ahead and see a black ball just lying on the floor of an empty apartment. "What's this?" He asked himself as he walked over to the ball.

...Fuck.

Now is there any reason in particular as to why you're such a fucking moron? Dead ass...

A lanky physically unintimidating man once quietly lost in a reflective state of makeshift meditation reliving moments long past exclaimed internally though just loud enough to catch the attention of any nearby individual not lost in their own bustling thoughts. Of course, if he had actually felt comfortable enough to dare let said thoughts escape his now reasonably chapped lips to then vocalize; no doubt eager to congregate with the stale humid air and nigh-visible dead skin flakes invading his personal space the timid apartment held captive. Though as meager and near futile of an attempt to sooth the remains of what little fine threads of sanity lye worn and tattered strewn throughout his fatigued mind, Dash knew at this very moment in time every little bit surely counted.

After all... judging from the average make of the only entrance and exit of his new unlikely prison reduced to nothing more than an unwilling means of support for his now fully agitated back, the truth became clearer than crystal. Unsympathetic, unbiased, impartial... stomach acid churned steadily while he weighed out his options coming to terms with the reality of his situation at a freshly salted snail's pace. He hadn't the luxury of ignoring the obvious conclusion he wouldn't be waking up from this "dream" or snapping out of some "bizarre unexpected hallucination." Especially considering the fact each of the well camouflaged, weathered lines of age the thick oak door wore as proud badges of honor seemingly burned their own small hole in the back of his nappy afro via stern unapologetic glares had no interest whatsoever in granting his freedom. Five flustered quick turns of the metallic knob soon after he'd first awoke a few minutes ago both dazed and confused arrogantly assured him of this despite the determined threats his grasp hadn't made light - hardening a little more after each one.

No... years of self acceptance and personal revelation pertaining to the vastness of his fully matured and peaked imagination had finally drove home what the inanimate object before him fell short soon after their initial acquaintance. Just before he had mustered up the necessary courage to provide answers his skeptical skewed mind could live with through physical exploration. ...The door hadn't opened. It simply hadn't budged from the spot. Never in his lifetime was there a dream or drug induced mirage where he wasn't in complete and total control of with unprecedented precision. He often bowled with the planets using the stars as pins, engulfed intergalactic armies with a single golf clap, maintained the love and affection of all whom were privileged enough to bask in his omnipresence.

Exceptions now weren't a viable conclusion... they just... shouldn't be. ...Right?

Only the cruel barbaric charm of shear reality could make an epiphany of this nature hit this fucking hard and as he stood up from his lair now convinced every sense alert and his equilibrium remained intact, he cautiously began his trek toward in the main room. Clutching his iPod for dear life completely unsure of what or who exactly waited for him. The headphones dangling lifeless inches away from scraping the ground below pumping out a steady blend of Hip Hop considered far below the surface invisible to Hollywood's prying eyes, but the urban melody loud enough to shake any cobwebs nearby as the master of ceremonies did exactly what he did best. And though the unnatural fatigue of the enigmatic black sphere's transferring process had just started to wash over him with each solid step, he couldn't help but nervously lip sync to the song. Yet another attempt to calm and prepare him for the uncertainty of whatever this ridiculous day was sure to offer later on...

"Now if you've seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I've committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why
I had no disguise, no verdict, no alibi..."

Ryunosuke wakes up on the cold hard floor. He feels his face, arms and legs wondering where his injuries were. Was I just dreaming or was it just a bad trip. He sees he has a hospital gown on so maybe it did happen. I guess I wasn't dreaming, I really did get beaten up by the Yakusa. No maybe I over doesed. But what kinda hospital is this? Ryunosuke calls out, Nurse! Nurse! Hello..Where am I? What ward is this? Then he notices others are in the room. Maybe it's an emrgency ward?

Hey somebody. What hospital is this?

Originally Posted by Mongo_Slade

Hey somebody. What hospital is this?

Yoshi, still wearing his doctor's coat turns and says "There is no nurse here and I don't believe this is a hospital room, but were you just in a hospital too? I don't see any wounds, it seems that you have been healed as w0ell."

What the hell kinda hospital are you running here? My lawyer is gonna sue the sh!t outta you guys. This is some sick stuff you're doing here. Yeah I was in a hospital, I do remember that much. I was kinda outta it you know. What the hell did you guys do with my Armani suit? Are you with The Asahi Shibun (Drug Gang)? I told you I'd pay guys off if Andre wouldn't of f_cked up everything.

So can I have my clothes so I can leave doc, if you are a doctor...

Originally Posted by Mongo_Slade

What the hell kinda hospital are you running here? My lawyer is gonna sue the sh!t outta you guys. This is some sick stuff you're doing here. Yeah I was in a hospital, I do remember that much. I was kinda outta it you know. What the hell did you guys do with my Armani suit? Are you with The Asahi Shibun (Drug Gang)? I told you I'd pay guys off if Andre wouldn't of f_cked up everything.

So can I have my clothes so I can leave doc, if you are a doctor...

Yoshi smiles and responds "I am not your doctor and I do not have your suit. You can do whatever you want but I do not know where we are."

The very end of a girl's shriek echoes around the walls of the room as Keiko appears.
She awkwardly overbalances, arms crossed protectively over her face and her whole body jerks in hyperventilation. Her tall, slim form is stark naked and dripping wet, her whole poise defensive and tense, deep purple nail varnish and black hair coloured with a fiery red dye around it's tips make her white skin look all the paler.
She stumbles forward with the momentum she appeared with, but regains her balance enough not to tumble over. She slowly lowers her arms to glance about herself, her breath still quick and labored, eyes wide with shock.

Ryunosuke watches as a women appear from tri-colored laser beams that emitted from the large black ball sculpture in the room. UGHHH WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE? Hey somebody, hey doctor, what's going on here huh? What is this place?

While walking towards the naked girl Yoshi turns to the patient and says "I'm not so sure really. This is the same way you appeared.." he nods to the lanky physically unintimidating man and continues "...him as well." He puts his doctor's coat on her to cover her and says "Take this, are you okay?"