<strong>Name:</strong>Ash<br/><strong>Gantz equipment:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>“Lesbian?” Ash made a noise of disgust, and tossed her hair, frowning at Ricky. “Let me guess. You run into lesbians all the time. In fact, I’d bet just about every woman you’ve ever asked out has said they’re a lesbian. Dick.”<br/><br/>But then the description of the target came up, and the sphere opened, making Ash jump. Slowly she approached. They sure looked realistic, as far as she could tell.<br/><br/>She carefully tried to pick up one of the big rifles – it was surprisingly heavy, so heavy that she let it fall back into its slot, and instead picked up one of the smaller guns (an X-gun). It, too, had a lot of heft. She held it in her hand – it<em>felt</em>real. Other than the strange triggers, it seemed to Ash to be real. Certainly, if it was a toy, it was a surprisingly realistic toy. She even held it up and turned it toward her to look down the barrel (she, of course, had never had any kind of weapon training).<br/><br/>“This... feels real,” she mused aloud, nervously.