SPIRALysis: Under New Management {Not accepting, Started}

[Otaku-sama]

BUMP

 

We need three more hunters to start.

[Bringerofcake]

Name: Nabeshima Shinjuro

Age: 25

Gender:Male

Type: Hunter

 

Appearance:He prefers the basic look: a simple white lab coat. Complete with the pens in the pocket, and an actual prescription pad, he is the visual model of a doctor. It's somewhat worth mentioning that his pants and undershirt are both black. He also has a shiny black-leather wristwatch.

 

He himself isn't gorgeous, but he isn't ugly. Standing at about five-foot eleven, he's taller than most around here. It's clear that some relative of his was Caucasian, as his skin is much lighter than your average Japanese man. This could also explain his height. His eyes also have a bit more lid and his brow is slightly further sunken in than the average Japanese man. He also has very, very small lips.

 

Personality: A very easygoing guy, he's one for the compromise, in that he'd rather do so than start a fight. On top of that, he's of the old adage "A good compromise leaves nobody happy". By that token, he's in and out of confrontations a good deal. When he was working at the clinic, he was pretty strict with his patients, but this was a ruse. He knew that that was the only way to get his patients to do what they were supposed to do to get better.

 

However, he gives second chances; he redeems someone if he sees them as worthy to be so. But so help you if you aren't. He would abandon the Hippocratic Oath if you were someone who crossed him badly enough. That is to say if you were dying of thirst and he had a water truck, he'd run you over on his way. But that's only if you do something really bad. For the most part, he's very amiable and all smiles.

 

Short Bio: He graduated in the top ten of his class at Hyogo, and helped open a small clinic in Kanagawa. The clinic was promptly bombed the third month in (blame being on excessive rumors of killing more than they cured, which were entirely groundless), and all the members were injured. Almost all of them recovered, except for Nabe, who was diagnosed with Spiral. After his Nerve Dive, he was offered to join as a Doctor, but Shinji decided that that part of his life was done with, and so became a Hunter instead.

 

BB Weapon: His watch which functions as a projectable shield with a clock face. The hands can extend outwards and can block as well. The hands have the sharpness of knives, and if necessary can bend, but not stretch.

 

BB Powers: Time. He can project small "time fields" around other beings. He can slow them down, making them react slower, or he can speed someone up, doing the opposite. Unfortunately, this only lasts thirty seconds, and he can't use it on himself.

 

Inner World: The terrain on the ground would constantly shift to a new variety, i.e. from grass to sand to magma (hot but not too hot), etc. etc. There would be doors with riddles inscribed on them. Answer the riddle, unlock the door. Where you end up is anyone's guess.

 

Have I Read the Rules?: Does "This is an intensive RP." count as a yes?

Previously accepted, if that counts for anything.

[Otaku-sama]

Umm...Hunters don't go on nerve dives. You were definitely a doctor in the original an just chqned doctor to hunter without bothering to change anything else.

[Bringerofcake]

Edited.

[Otaku-sama]

Accepted.

[Otaku-sama]

Late night bump

[Otaku-sama]

Bump

[Otaku-sama]

Anyone at all? Really?

 

If no one joins within 24 hours, this RP is cancelled.

[Otaku-sama]

To hell with waiting. We start tomorrow.

[Kaisu]

I guess I need to re-apply. I was a hunter, but was changed to a doctor, so I'll just fill in for anyone.

 

Anyways, I lsot my app D:

 

Reserve?

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: Sorry, we're starting. I may have to offer you an alternate role when I see the need for one. We start NOW!

 

IC:

 

It's mid day in the bustling business district of the Tokyo metropolis. Everyone was heading in every direction on the sidewalks, all needing to go somewhere in less time than they had. The air was full of salarymen talking into their various devices, some of them relaxed, most of them anxious and in a hurry as they crossed the street along the painted crosswalks. The controlled chaos was contained within countless multi-story office buildings, each one made of concrete and glass, obnoxiously reflecting the afternoon sun into the eyes of the motorists who clogged the streets.

 

Amongst the busy streets, one skyscraper was more busy than usual. Among the regular salarymen who packed into the elevators, a smaller, more sinister crowd seemed to mix in. They all wore identical black business suits, each carrying the same black suitcase, all bearing the All-seeing Eye. They all headed for the same floor, the 24th floor of the building. Most of the people who came in and out already knew that they shared a building with a government agency. The Watch, the agency devoted to stopping the outbreak of Spiral, was based in a nameless office building in the middle of Tokyo.

 

Six people walk into the building, each completely distinct from the identical looking salarymen. They seemed oddly out of place in the business district, perhaps as if they were misguided tourists swept up and towed through the morning rush. However, they were not tourists. They were ordinary people, or at least ordinary as they could be, who were summoned to the building for a yet unknown reason to them. Perhaps they were bored, maybe scared of the consequences of not coming. Either way, they were waiting in the lobby and now they had a pretty good idea of what they were called up for...

 

OoC: This is a time for initial interaction with the other characters. The plot will continue when everyone has at least made a recognition that the RP has started.

[Bringerofcake]

OOC: I dislike continually typing Nabeshima, so I'm nicknaming my character Shinji.

 

IC: The lobby was spacious. Of course, it had to be, if a building as big as this one could function. One could not count to three without seeing someone entering or exiting through the large glass double-doors, hurried or not. The telephone was constantly ringing, and no less than four people were on hold at any particular moment.

 

Shinji was somewhat impressed. All he had seen thus far had been matchbox apartments and cramped clinic spaces. He was almost glad to have left the professional trade behind. The knowledge would come in useful at later points, but for right now, he was content with sitting in an office building with five others, all of them unknowing as to their purpose here.

[Hydra of Ages]

Doctor Tonaga Arata twitched a little bit as he tentatively took a seat on one of the black leather benches set across the walls of the lobby, wincing a little as the sub-par material squeaked at the friction between them and his pair of black jeans.

 

He blinked and examined the benches closer, running a hand down them. They looked fairly impressive, but the leather was lacquered to keep it from tarnishing, and it seemed to be of an unimpressive generic and industrial cut. They were the kind of things ordered by corporations who wanted to cut costs wherever possible, and yet still look like the cream of the crop.

 

Considering that defined every corporation in, and to have ever existed, he concluded that they were probably a fairly large producer of lobby chairs. Indeed, he vaguely recalled seeing a couple of similar style back when he had worked in the Hospital as a General Health Provider.

 

That was a long time ago, he recalled. He briefly smirked at the ordeals he'd faced... the misplaced tubes, the forgotten medications, the close-cut mishaps... he doubted any patients actually DIED due to his mix-ups, but many were certainly inconvenienced. He was too much of an honest worker to be fired, really, so they just confined him to the lab most of the time, where he was generally harmless.

 

Of course, those memories brought him back to the reason he suspected he was here.

 

SPIRAL...

[CarlinFan]

Makoto leaned back against the lobby wall, feeling the fabric of his gray vest and black t-shirt flattening as he pressed against the concrete wall. He thrust his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans and closed his eyes, the illusion of sleep bringing momentary bliss. He'd had trouble sleeping last night... and the night before... and the night before that. In fact, he'd had trouble sleeping every night since his sister had died. The pills helped, but not much. They did more to afflict his waking hours than to aid those he spent asleep... or rather, attempting to sleep.

 

Snap out of it. You have work to do. Makoto's eyelids fluttered for a moment before fully opening, revealing twin gray irises floating in a sea of white sclera and pronounced red veins. Start by acquainting yourself with the team. The sooner you become familiar with them, the sooner you'll all be able to work together. Makoto pushed off of the wall, an act of Herculean effort. Steadying himself with his fingertips, he eventually found his balance. Makoto cleared his throat once, hoping to draw the attention of the others. "So... what brings you guys here? Do all of you have an obsessive vendetta with SPIRAL like me, or did they hire some of you?"

[Naimo]

Footsteps, enhanced by the heel, echoed smartly across the front hall as Doctor Komiko Nakashima walked smoothly and comfortably across the hall. Then again, who wouldn't be comfortable after being there for seven years? Not Nakashima, that was for certain; she came in every day in her familiar suits, heels, glasses, her handbag, and of course her ever-important leather briefcase. She never told people how much her salary was, but there was every hint that it was a wealthy one; anyone with a good eye and the appropriate knowledge could tell her suit was expensive to a degree. Not to mention her bag seemed to reek of cash, or her briefcase; it remained just as new, without a single scratch or rip.

 

As usual, Komiko ignored everyone as she made her way through the hall, up the lift, and into the designated room. She stopped just outside it to push her glasses up, before she gently opened the door. As she entered, she surveyed the room before her; several other people were there, all of whom she knew by face, but not by name. Not that it mattered, she was confident they would soon know each other anyway.

 

Silently, she closed the door behind her, and walked in a rather professional manner over to her seat. She sat down, and as she pulled her chair closer to her table, she carefully rested her briefcase against the table leg. Now that she was settled, she sat in her usual manner - upright, with her fingers locked together, and placed on the table - and waited for what would happen next.

[Skarlet]

I still don't get it, Doctor Ayama? I'm no doctor! The girl thought, as she nervously entered the building. She was good at giving off false confidence, and this is what she would do. As she entered, many people simply stared, this was understandable, given the fashion choices she was making as opposed to those that seemed common to the building, but smart suits and ties just wern't Hoshi's thing. They never would be. She looked around the room and spied a clock, she was early, if only slightly.

 

Why was she meant to go from here? The letter had said something, but she couldn't remember. Hoshi approached a busy looking administrative worker who's fingers crashed against the keys of her keyboard with a sound almost like rapid pulses of thunder ringing across the sky, albeit slightly more quiet.

"Excuse me ma'am-" The woman looked up at her, but continued to type, a skilled, and obviously busy touch typist. "- I've been sent a letter requesting my presence, the actual reason wasn't mensioned, would you happen to know anything about this?" The woman didn't bother to answer, and simply went back to her typing. With an annoyed sigh, she backspaced a few characters, no doubt these were mistakes caused by the distracting 'Doctor' Ayama.

[DigiMaster Ragnarok]

Tsubaki sat, reclining in his chair as much as possible for maximum comfort. He then noticed that the other five people in the room seemed much more 'uptight' than Tsubaki would have hoped. Geez, what's with all the stiffs? Tsubaki thought to himself. Tsubaki struggled in his chair for about 10 seconds, then relaxed himself. He then thought about what purpose they were gathered for. Well, whatever we're here for, as long as I get to look as good as this, Nick smiled to himself, enjoying the chairs and the overall appearance of his suit and the building itself, then I'm fine with it.

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: Sorry for being lazy about posting. YCM has been very finicky to connect with lately.

 

IC: The secretary at the front desk of the building was busy typing away at her worn down keyboard when she picked up one of the lines. Instead of giving the default 'please hold' message, she listened to the person on the other side, nodded and hanged up the phone. She picked up another phone on the desk and talked into it, her voice distored heavily through the old PA speaker system.

 

"Anyone with an appointment with Mr. Bando please report to the 23rd floor. He's ready to see you now." was what could be heard through the distortion.

 

OoC: I'm out of inspiration at the moment. Please try to bear with me as I try to break my writer's block. Just go to the Watch floor and try to have some character interaction.

[Hydra of Ages]

Arata bolted from his seat for the elevator when he heard the secretary mention his appointment, surprised to see a couple of other people waiting around had also reacted. He had the oddest inkling to turn this into some sort of childish game, but he naturally repressed the urge while he was work...

 

He paused thoughtfully, then grinned. Well, he wasn't really working at the moment, now was he?

 

"Me first!" he called quickly, running for the nearest open elevator and heavily inconveniencing someone attempting to get to their job by slipping infront of him into the open doorway. The cleanshaven whitecollar frowned a bit, but walked in next to him, causing the gangly doctor to grin cheerfully.

 

"So... nice weather, isn't it?" he said casually, about to press the elevator-close button when his elevatormate bent over to press the buttons along the side. Arata frowned at the distraction, glancing to see if any of the other competitors in his little race had decided to follow suit.

[DigiMaster Ragnarok]

Tsubaki stared awkwardly at the elevator that the weird man who seemed WAAAAAY to eager to get into had ran in. "That was weird..." Tsubaki said out loud.

 

A couple seconds later, Tsubaki got out of his chair. "Well," he said with a grunt as he stood up, "looks like we should get going huh? Wouldn't want to disappoint this 'Bando' guy would we."

 

Tsubaki walked casually to the elevator next to the one the overly-excited man ran into. He pressed the up button. "Anyone else coming? Or does everyone wanna go one-by-one like the last guy." He said jokingly.

[Naimo]

Komiko had patiently waited - with some disgust, like she always felt to impatient people - for Arata and Tsubaki to step in, before she herself stepped in. Still saying nothing, she stood next to Tsubaki, both hands gripping onto her suitcase. She eyed them, yet kept her silence; she wasn't going to be childish like they were; no, she hated it. To her, being at work meant being professional, mature, and considerate of others - not charge into elevators like a rhino was proding your backside.

 

The faster we reach Mr. Bando, the better, she thought. Then I can be a safe distance away from this fool. First impressions were, if anything, important to Komiko; it determined a lot of the said person's personality. She had a feeling she was the oldest in the lift; if that was the case, she was going to show them how to do things properly and correctly.

[Bringerofcake]

OOC: TWELVE DAYS IS NOT TWO WEEKS

 

Shinji saw the people cramming themselves into the elevator. It was getting to be quite a hassle to get on that one, so he instead moved to another elevator, getting himself in at just the last moment. He thanked the man who had held the door open, who asked him what floor he wanted.

"Twenty-three, and thanks again."

The man grinned as he pushed the button, obviously looking satisfied with his accomplishment for the day. The elevator rose with a slight hum, and while neither man talked, the silence wasn't awkward. The elevator dinged at the twenty-third floor. Shinji thanked the man a third time, and got directions to Bando's office from the elevator. One more thank you and the door was shut.

[Otaku-sama]

I've let go of this RP already. You should too.