8/8/2006
{Here, you get Gantz's desc. Just imagine the other two or look in one of the prior logs for a desc there.}
Gantz
You may have seen attitude and confidence before but maybe not like this. The vulpine in question is a bit taller than average, lean, lithe, and toned, not unlike many other young males around the same age. But the usual, clear smirk on his short, elegantly tapered muzzle (at the tip of which is a small, dark brown nose of equal elegance), the thin, black, typically furrowed brows, and the eyelids half lowered in a discerning manner over his sky blue, almond-shaped eyes are all distinctly smug features. Most Mobians don't have the station or the sheer power to develope such consistant condescension towards everyone. Especially not to their face. Gantz clearly doesn't share this limitation.
If one bothers to continue looking longer, the rest of him is of equal interest. Most of Gantz's body is covered in pure black, sleek fur, except for the saffron interior of his large, triangular ears and the fuzzy patch covering the lower half of his face, including the long spike of fur sticking out of each cheek, the triangular patchs over his eyes, and the thin blaze that goes up the bridge of his snout. The fur on the top of his head is very smooth and pulled back into a long, slender ponytail near the nape of his neck. Perched securely on his forehead are a pair of reddish-brown leather goggles, that usually remain resting there when not in use, and somewhere, in the general area of his neck, is a large, thick ruff of fur that starts out black in the center and quickly spreads out into a golden cream color much like that on his face. Beneath this distinctive but unusual mane is a perpetually open, red jacket made of thin material.
Over his big, masculine hands, and the snug sleeves of his jacket, are a pair of almost immaculately white gloves that widen near his elbows. Under all of this is a light grey shirt and a pair of close fitting grey pants that are shoved into a pair of bulky but fitted, knee-high black boots. Around his waist is a reddish-brown belt filled with bullets clips and holstered on each side are a pair of unusual red laser pistols with an elongated star emblazoned on their rectangular, blunt muzzles. Sometimes he can be seen carrying a slightly more normal looking revolver (that is nearly as large as himself and with four barrels) over one shoulder quite casually, as if it belonged there. Should he take notice of you or should his bushy, yet stumpy, black tail begin to wag... it might be time to run.
[ Gantz saw you looking at him. ]
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(OOC) Plothole
The local ice cream parlor is seeing lots of business due to the steaming hot sun, currently bearing down on the top of Gantz' dark hair. His ears are pricked even more so than usual, in an effort to draw off some of the heat and the ring of fur around his neck is plastered against his jacket collar from the sweat. The rain from earlier that morning, though appreciated and cooling then, just adds humidity to the bright, blistering discomfort to be found outdoors.
When Gantz pushes the door in, the little bell that announces his presence makes his tongue loll out in an unconscious and unfortunate bit of salivating action. Damn it! He really needs to stop associating that sound with tasty, cold vanilla goodness. Curse the weather for sending him here so often! Of course, if he stayed at home more often he wouldn't have to... but the apartment, even with video game goodness, is boring to his semi-wanderlust driven urges.
Weary though he is, he glances around the room, idly noting the Mobians that might be sitting at the array of tables or standing around and talking, possibly still in line.
As the door opens, it brushes up against a pointy black quill.
When Gantz arrives, he might not take notice towards the fact that someone is currently, heedless of current events, sitting just inside in the door's blind spot. A black hedgehog, all too familiar to GUN infantry, general public, and, well, pretty much everyone except the folks who are out for ice cream today. Guess it's just too hot to bother, right?
"Right.."
Red eyes glare into a bowl of half consumed pink peppernut swirl ice cream, morose and well.. really kind of a cross between grumpy and confused. At least he has ice cream. At this rate, it's about the only thing he can say he has. He fiddles with the edge of the bowl absently. He was never really a cone kind of a man. It struck him as far too indulgent. HE can't let himself waver in the face of pointless existence. It'd cut him. It'd drain his focus.
But if it got any hotter out there, he'd probably pass out. And that's not something he's willing to accept. Hmph.
Gantz doesn't notice anything amiss at first. He is watchful but not someone who looks behind doors. Especially not doors he just opened. And he's a little exhausted. He wanders to the counter at a quick pace and orders the first thing that comes to mind. The usual. His favorite. This time, just a little different. After he's gotten his change, he decides to turn around then, with his back against the counter, vanilla scoop with a small drizzle of butterscotch trickling down the sugar cone and onto his white glove.
Just as he moves to lick some of the syrup off his finger he notices the cluster of grouchy darkness (with the bright highlights, oh yeah!) settled in one of the most awkward places to sit that he has ever seen. Thank goodness there's a nice gap beside the doorjamb, so that of course no one there would be crushed by anyone walking in. But the closeness is emphasized as a random ox walks through the door, ignoring Gantz and heading over to a small trio in the corner, probably her friends. Gantz drools for a moment, that jingling bell again, then shakes himself out of it.
"Shit..." Gantz grumbles, though he doesn't take his pale blue eyes off of Shadow.
There is a quality about the black hedgehog. He never fully relaxes. Not totally. If Gantz directs his attention downwards, one might realize his skate is perfectly positioned to block the door if someone decided to storm their way in too hard. It takes him a good bit to actually -- well, /deign/ to notice anyone, his spoon waving back and forth in his hand. He'll even take a bite or two. It's in the process of licking the spoon clean that red eyes peer over and... well, bother to catch sight of Gantz.
....
A moment passes.
Or else.
There is a quality about the black hedgehog. He never fully relaxes. Not totally. If Gantz directs his attention downwards, one might realize his skate is perfectly positioned to block the door if someone decided to storm their way in too hard. It takes him a good bit to actually -- well, /deign/ to notice anyone, his spoon waving back and forth in his hand. He'll even take a bite or two. It's in the process of licking the spoon clean that red eyes peer over and .. well, bother to catch sight of Gantz.
....
A moment passes.
"Your ice cream is melting," Shadow observes, a dry kind of thing without any care beyond aesthetic. "You'd better get to it." There's something in the edge of his voice that suggests that it is not quite the time to start a fight. Not here. Not now.
Or else.
"...!" Gantz looks down to his scoop of ice cream and sees that it is indeed melting already, even in the super air conditioned insides of the parlor.
Almost grudgingly, Gantz proceeds to finish licking off the drizzle that is now covering more than just his finger, and begins slurping up healthy portions of what is on the cone with his little red tongue. Even as he seems to be concentrating on this, he pushes himself away from the counter and begins making his way languidly towards Shadow. He stops, a few feet away, and leans instead against a section of the wall nearest to Shadow (but not right beside the door or in front of it, naturally.)
"So..." Gantz says inbetween licks, staring down at Shadow's bowl as if it held some sort of plague, before looking back at Shadow himself, "You look well."
Shadow squints at Gantz through one eye, and then, almost as if to demonstrate, takes no less than 6 manly bites of his own ice cream. Miraculously, he fails to attain a terrible brainfreeze as a direct result. Point settled over the ice cream, he doesn't seem to notice that what he's eating is offensively pink. And nutty.
Awkward, much?
Shadow doesn't actually seem to care. He finishes his ice cream with nothing more than a 'hmph.' Well, there's stil la bit left, but from his tone, you can probably imagine he's finished.
"Hn... Gantz, was it?" he starts. Thinking on it a little, he decides. "Yeah, Gantz. Golden Death."
He has an eidetic memory, and so he has nothing but complete and utter faith in his recolletction. Hence, not much time if left to Gantz to correct him. "I don't imagine you're much one for small talk, same as me. So. Let me make this simple. Sit down. Shut up. And eat."
".. And don't forget to savor it."
Gantz blinks at Shadow's very direct approach and seeing that he feels a bit tired as is, decides to pull a seat out with his boot. Then he straightens up, no longer leaning against the wall, in order to sit down in that very same chair. He snorts belatedly at Shadow's comment about not forgetting to savor his ice cream. Well, of course! He ... Most of the time, he savors it. Anyway, he's making pretty short work of it either way, though he doesn't take any direct bites out of it. That would hurt his pointy little fangs, what with it being really cold and him not using a spoon.
"For someone who doesn't make small talk, you talk a lot," Gantz notes, before he continues to slowly, casually, and sensually enjoy consuming his scoop.
"I wouldn't care to hear that from someone like you," Shadow grouses, finally leaning down to secure his skates. Besides. It's not as if Shadow's going to start a conversation based solely on the weather. As a matter of fact, he seemed quite intent on shutting up at that point. His mode of interest and attitude towards Gantz seems to say most of it. It's not a time for fighting. That doesn't mean he has to have some sort of long involved poetry-laden discourse with Gantz. He doesn't have respect for the dead.
It's a kind of stubbornness, after all.
Shadow's will is not something easily broken. Even when it comes to ice cream.
Hnf.
"You'd better be savoring," the black hedgehog adds.
Gantz blinks at Shadow's response. Especially his insistance on savoring. He doesn't say anything right away. Instead, he continues licking his cone into oblivion. Ahh... the delicate spice that is vanilla. And the extra sugary, buttery kick of butterscotch. It clings to his tongue, having long since soothed the heat from his throat, and the rest of him begins to settle, recognizing that with the way the sweat is evaporating, leaving nothing but salt behind, that he is perhaps getting a little too cold. But he doesn't complain about this.
Instead, as he begins to reach the bottom of the sweet cone, which he takes a bite out of, he eventually asks, "Why do you care about that? Is savoring a duty to you?"
"Hmph, it's simple," Shadow starts.
He seems satisfied enough with Gantz's level of savoring. Or, at the very least, he hasn't complained aobut it. He's always fairly opaque. But now, he stands up, dusting off his lap, as if getting ready to go. No point in making this any more tense than it has to be. That'd just be a pointless waste.
"I've got this memory," Shadow explains, though distant in truth. "Live your life to the..." hm, he pauses, frowning, and briefly shaking his head. "If you're going to do something... do it all the way. So. Value your time here."
"See you around." He walks out, without another word.
Gantz pauses in the midst of licking up the last of the ice cream nestled snug in the cone, now out of reach of his tongue. He watches Shadow stand and leave, as if watching a strange bird fly away for the very first time. Then he stares down at his cone. Maybe he's been asleep this whole time? With a shrug to himself, not wanting to leave just yet, he bites off the end of the cone and sucks down the melty mess that is still inside. Then he crunchs down the rest of it. It's still good... so wet and creamy, even when liquid, and the sugary shell is wafer-like in the best way, but now that he's done with it... he can't quite escape an odd, bitter taste in his mouth.
"He would say that and then leave, wouldn't he?" Gantz mutters to himself, feeling awkward.
*Jinglejyme* The door sounds as a snow leopard pushes it open and walks through. o O ( Ahh...I love ice cream shops, always so cold. ) She thinks to herself as she walks over to the counter, yawning. She's got a cup of some kind of highly caffeinated drink in her right hand, dangling from three of her fingers, and as usual, little red veins sketch the corner of her eyes. "All right, you need to pay attention, this won't be a normal order." She says to the attendant, who of course doesn't believe her whatsoever because lots of people say stupid stuff like that to him all day. "I need chocolate, strawberry, cotton candy, vanilla, bubblegum..." She continues to ramble off ice cream flavors till she hits about fifteen and stops. The attendant has scrambled and begun digging them out, realizing he should of taken her seriously, but it's too late now, so he'll have to ask her now and again what flavor was next. Sensoo's used too it though, most people don't pay attention when you ask them too. She knows she doesn't most of the time, either, but that's because she's usually thinking about other things, like how to get the conduits working when all the terminals have melted down without having to replace them all. Combat repairs, those are the trickiest.
Of course, Gantz, now in roughly the same position that Shadow was previously, in the blind spot, right beside the door. He drools when he hears the bell from the door. It's STILL going to be awhile before he can get over that. And it won't be easy, as when he first comes in, he does get the ice cream, ruining the effect of trying to untie the jingle with the association of ice cream. But luckily, she doesn't seem to notice. Given where he is and the way she's also clearly got her mind on other things too, such as another enormous serving of ice cream, he doesn't worry too much about it. Indeed, he pretends he doesn't notice. After all, he's still wondering about the weirdness of Shadow, who had no interest in fighting and kept reminding him to enjoy his life while he could.
Eventually, once she's turned around, he does try to get her attention, by waving two fingers lazily in her direction.
"Sensoo..." comes his baritone voice, across the room. There are other customers here but none of them seem loud enough to drown him out, even though he isn't yelling.
Sensoo pays up, sadly, it's so expensive, but so worth it. She needs a boyfriend to pay for this stuff, or maybe she should figure out how to break into bank security and wire in more funds. Not that GUN doesn't pay her enough, but it's always nice to be able to get more when you really desperately need to own something. She turns around, carrying the giant bowl over to a table before she hears her name. Her ear cocks towards the sound and her head follows suit, oh! It's "Gantz, here again?" She questions, instead of sitting down at the empty spot she moves over to the table Gantz sits upon, gesturing with her tail at the chair across from him, asking silently if she can sit. Gantz is smart, he'll figure it out she's sure.
Gantz smirks, eyelids lowered, and his foot being used to nudge Shadow's previously occupied chair out a little more. He indicates this same chair with the hand he just used to flag her down.
"Yes. It's always nice to see an ally. You needed more ice cream?" he asks.
Which is kind of a dumb question, given the excessive heat outside still, but he hasn't seen her at headquarters in awhile and had assumed she'd gone back to Metal Harbor. Which reminds him that he at least needs to find her workshop there, sometime, and look it over. If only just because her distracted nature makes him wonder just what she's working on all the time. Ohh... he hopes it's the weather machine. That would be a lot of fun to play with. He'd be quite willing to test it for her!
Sensoo sits down as the seat is scooted out, her hand reaching over and slithering a spoon up into her hands which she plops into the ice cream. She slides the spoon in and takes a bite, closing her eyes and releshing the coldness. So comforting. After a few moments of revered silence, her eyes open back up to look towards Gantz, oh, she's being rude by not talking back at him right away, she forgets how human conversation works when she's pre-occupied. Her other hand sets down her drink and then moves to push her long braid behind her back, "I always need more ice cream and more caffeine, it's what keeps me going day to day." She gives a smile, showing her fangs, wether she's joking or not she'll leave that up to Gantz to decide. She looks to the window and past it outside, so hot...so agonizingly hot.
Gantz sighs at this suggestion. But then, at least this seems consistant with his past experience involving her. Not the same with Shadow, which still has him puzzled. Nonetheless, he's going to forget that for now. She's here and... she's comforting. He sort of smiles back, though he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back a bit, pondering.
"Hey... did you ever try anything with altering the weather?" he finally asks.
He was going to, sooner or later. Better now anyway. He might forget if he waits. And really, what would be the point in waiting? So far, nothing else amazing has really been said. Though he does watch, awed in the way she can consume such copious amounts of ice cream.
Sensoo begins eating away at the ice cream, her tail sways denoting her enjoyment of such. She tucks a stray band of hair behind her ear as Gantz mentions the weather machine. Oh, that. She looks outside at the...outside again, "I've been playing with a lot of theories, but it'd be so expensive. I think I'll still build a small prototype, maybe so it'll cover a building, or a block, of weather. Then I can put it on my roof." She looks over to Gantz, a malicious smile going over her features, "And watch everyone get confused for a very long time." The smile fades as she looks back to her ice cream, taking yet another bite. Maybe that would be a bit too evil, she shouldn't be saying those things out loud in public places, much less to fellow GUN employee's. She doesn't want them thinking she's backsliding into...old habits that are best left forgotten.
Gantz ponders the idea of snow blanketing just one building. No matter where that was, the thought still makes him smirk. But he knows it probably wouldn't confuse people for that long.
"I imagine they'd figure it out faster than you might expect. Most people are stupid but anyone looking for the source would eventually go on the roof and probably see the device. Still, you could fling snowballs and oh... I can imagine the looks you'd get from anyone that didn't notice the snow first."
Gantz bares his fangs a little as he muses over this. Ah, if only he could get some of that snow and transport it with him. Then throw it at Klonoa when Klonoa wasn't looking! Or Suiryu... or hell, anyone at the GUN HQ. ...Maybe throw one at Shadow, if he could find him at the right time. This brings him back, of a sudden, to the simple idea that Shadow was even here, when wouldn't all those Knights still consider him a trouble-maker and be looking for him. He glances over at Sensoo's ice cream then, remembering Shadow's comments about savoring.
"...How do you enjoy so many flavors of ice cream all at once? Isn't that kind of a taste overload or something?"
Sensoo looks up at Gantz and then back down to the ice cream she's munching upon. She moves her spoon from flavor to flavor, poking at each piece and getting a bit on each spoon. She turns it this way and that as it starts to melt together, then looks over at Gantz again. "All of these flavors each have their own taste." She says, then moves her spoon to slime some chocolate and strawberry syrup over the top of them, "But, you put them together, and it all becomes a blend, and that makes it all one new flavor, instead of fifteen different one's." She puts the spoon in her mouth, devouring the piece of ice cream and then proceeding to repeat the process. She reaches over and takes a drink, wanting more caffeine in her system than she has now, she was sleepy earlier, which is no good. She looks back to Gantz after a few more spoonfuls, smiling, "Are we still talking about ice cream?" She asks, the hint of a smile edging at her lips. (
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