leave it to the professionals

[maskormods]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman || DC Comics

[andaway]

1.

[Clark is very reluctantly following the woman’s indications, but he’s obviously simply looking for some way out of this. Whatever it is. But he’s wearing his Clark Kent clothes so it’s not like he can just put his hands up and fly- and he’s pretty sure even if that wasn’t the case and he actually tried to fly away they’d have ways to stop them.

Like they have ways to get under his skin, apparently.]

Have you seen this? [He asks the newcomer next to him, pointing at his own tattoo.]

2.

[You'd think Kal would be used to the press by now, but does one ever get really used to something like that? At least in this place people’s reactions seem to be more disperse towards superheroes and not just because of the S-shield on his chest. He hadn’t meant to stop for pictures, this was supposed to be a get in, get the job done, get out kind of thing.

But when a little kid stops and asks for a picture, you’d have to be at least puppy-kicking levels of evil to say no. So he doesn’t only take a picture with the kid, he also lifts him on his arms and offers the camera his best smile.]

1.

[neededmost]

[Gwen halts her fascination with the hover cars to look over at the guy beside her. At first she didn't understand what he meant but then she could make out the tattoo (it was a tad difficult to see in the sunlight).]

What the... [Brow furrowing as she quickly pushes back her sleeves to find her own and sure enough...] No, seriously, what the hell? [She runs her hand over it as if she can just wipe it off but it's certainly not going anywhere. At least it doesn't hurt.]

I don't remember them mentioning this. [Maybe they had but she'd been wanting other answers that they weren't so willing to give.]

Gwen Stacy | Spider-Woman | Marvel-TRN448 (even though i can't app her yet /sob)

[neededmost]

[ 01. ]
[It's weird to be leaving one area only to suddenly find herself somewhere entirely alien. It's disorientating and actually leaves her dizzy, a feat that's hard to accomplish all things considered. She's just thankful she'd already changed out of her costume before this happened. She can play the confused, lost girl that she truly is. Only it turns out these guys know who she is. How?

She wants them to answer questions but they rush her out after giving the briefest of explanations along with a folder. She was going to have to burn this, if anyone else got their hands on it could be a mess for her. At first she still thinks she's back on her Earth but once she grows used to the sun outside she realizes how wrong she is.]

Whoa. [Hover cars? That's certainly not a thing back home. She slips off her pack and shoves the folder in, for now it'd be safest there.]

Do I get to drive one of those? [She's speaking out loud, to no one in particular. But seriously, hover car! That's just cool.]

[ 04-ish. (as Spider-Woman) ]
[She's long since settled in and decided that Florida wasn't her scene. She needed taller buildings so, for the moment, she was calling De Chima home. It was a quiet city but she still found stuff to do while out on patrol.

She decided she didn't want to make the same mistake as back home, making her presence so well known that the popularity went to her head. She knew where that road would lead and didn't want to repeat it. It didn't matter if heroes were seen as celebrities here, she wanted to avoid that kind of attention if at all possible. Although, it was all very tempting. Registered but low key probably the best way to go.

She'd taken up a spot on the side of a building, watching a few kids play when the sound of sirens and a revving engine. From her perch she could see it perfectly and it was definitely all headed toward her. Quickly jumping into action she dropped to the street and began fashioning a large web to catch the car before turning to get the kids out of the way, just in case the webbing doesn't hold for whatever reason.]

[ WILDCARD. ]
[Throw whatever at me.]

[bratarang]

For a nice downpayment of your very soul, yeah.

[ she had been on her way to grab a bite to eat; there's a thai place down the block that is so delicious that steph is half convinced that whatever they put in the food is illegal. she is willing to let them slide.

when she runs into the fellow blonde, it doesn't take too long for her to figure out why the other looks so amazed. newbie, probably. that or she just never goes outside. ]

Actually, I have no idea how much they cost. I'm too scared to find out because I might cry afterward.

Richard Castle | Castle | OTA [02]

[thebestseller]

[Well, this was just about one of the happiest days of Castle's life.

Not that he wasn't concerned about what was going on back home, of course- he had so much to do, so much to plan for- but he wasn't exactly going to turn down the chance to enjoy some thrilling heroics in the meantime.

The crowds were something he was used to, the recognition and the squealing fans, and even though it was for a different reason than normal, he drank it in anyway... then decided to give his ink and paper manipulation powers a go. Someone eagerly handed him a notebook and pen, and he made a show of clumsily detaching the pages and splattering them with ink from the pen, all to some delighted oohs and ahhs despite the messiness.

His creation power? Well, that went even less well- his trying to make a car resulted in a broken toy car that vanished in a few moments anyway. Still, he'd keep trying.]

[hands4healing]

[Winry always comes to the ceremonies, or has so far. Partially to check if anyone she knew from back home has appeared, partially because she's curious. She's not quite sure what this man's power was supposed to be, but her own was a bit difficult, anyway, and she still hadn't figured out exactly how to control them yet.]

Good job.

Dr. Whale | Once Upon a Time

[galvanist]

two: ladies only!
[ Stuck in yet another world with no way to get home. Again. The fact that this had happened twice now (three times if you count that year that was still conveniently missing from his memories) was slowly starting to grate on his nerves. What did he do to deserve this, world. Tell him.

The fact that he was ported in with cold weather clothes only made it worse. Granted, it could have been worse, but it was just enough hot to make him uncomfortable. He had found a grocery bag which now contained his sweater, but that still left him with slacks, a long-sleeved button up oxford and his lab coat--which he was not taking off, thank you very much. If he was stuck in a strange world, he wanted these people to know first and foremost that he was Dr. Whale, surgeon at Storybrooke General Hospital.

That still left him slightly too warm for his comfort. So, as he walked down the streets of Cape Canaveral, he kept his eye out for anyone who looked like they were an imPort as well...specifically, someone who looked like they were an imPort but were also female, between the ages of 20 and 40, good-looking, or at least attractive enough to catch his eye from a distance. He was allowed to have preferences when asking for help, after all. And he preferred those preferences to be hella fine. ]

They said it's October. Shouldn't it be cooler?

[ Storybrooke's in Maine and fake-Europe is cold. He doesn't know how to deal with heat. ]

three: ota to laugh at his pain
[ The technology really is amazing. And Whale, who had pretty much gained all his knowledge of modern medicine from a magic curse, had absolutely no idea how it worked. He was great at two types of technology: anything from the fake 1800s and anything modern that's medical. He could Tivo, obviously. But even then, that usually ended up with him yelling at the Tivo or having to sit through an episode of Bride Wars before the movie he wanted came on.

So basically, Whale was up a creek without a paddle and staring at this jukebox like it was about to explode any second. The fact that it had recently added a "seasonal selection" and that seasonal selection had just started to play "Monster Mash" only made Whale's annoyance grow. Ha ha universe, wasn't that funny, no it wasn't. He put a hand to the jukebox, like he was trying to select a different song that didn't involve the phrase Transylvania Twist and didn't make him want to slam his head against the table.

Unfortunately, that was the moment that he discovered he had a power. And while electricity generation would be great in normal circumstances, it wasn't so great when you a: had no idea how to control it and b: had no idea it existed in the first place. So, while Whale battled with the digital jukebox's touch screen, a spark shot from his finger to the jukebox...which started to shut off...so Whale tried poking the digital screen again...so it started to smoke. He's not panicking (yet) but he is getting the attention of pretty much everybody in the malt shop as the song starts to skip and glitch while the jukebox itself is smoking.

Fuck. ]

3.

[terraformagica]

[ The music doesn't bother Amalia too much, if only because it's all new to her and some of it's catchy, regardless of the lyrics. So when it's interrupted by the man poking at the machine and causing the sound to skip, she tilts her head to watch what's going on. When the jukebox starts to spark and smoke however, her penchant for quippery doesn't hesitate. ]

Even without instructions, you should be able to tell it shouldn't do that.

Marty McFly | Back to the Future

[lifepreserver]

a) malt shop
[Marty isn't sure what to make of this place, much less what in the world he did to land himself in this timeline. The fusion of technology from 2014 or better and the aesthetic from the 50's was a little difficult to wrap his head around, despite everything he'd already seen in the past. Well, relatively speaking.

Classic cars that hovered. Jukeboxes that didn't seem to house any vinyl. Skateboards that... hovered. (He supposes that would make them hoverboards, in which case, eh. Old hat.)

Yet any sense of awe instilled within Marty was easily tempered by his confusion and apprehensiveness, even as he stumbled his way into a local malt shop, trying to stifle his uneasiness and failing. It's crowded -- apparently there's a lot of hullabaloo about the new influx of "imPorts" -- and Marty passes several filled booths before he settles next to a jukebox, elbow accidentally knocking against it. The music stops and switches tracks to something that doesn't sound very 50s, fueling the anachronisms to unparalleled heights.

It startles him a little and he spins around to see what -- oh. Just a jukebox. He reads the track listing, catching the artist name as it scrolls across a digitized screen in bright red letters. He reads it outloud, almost disbelieving. Almost.]

Tom Letty and the Heartburners? [Tom Petty...?] Heavy.

b) out and about
[There's a young boy about 17 stopping you as you walk past on the sidewalk. He looks like he's doing his best to not appear too alarmed about something.]

...Excuse me, have you seen an older man about this high -- [He holds a hand above his head to indicate] -- grey hair, kinda sticking out all over the place, easily distracted? The man, I mean, not his hair.

B

[hands4healing]

[Winry pauses, her eyes wide at being addressed.]

Ah...no? But I don't know everyone in the city. And there are two more cities, too...not all of the ImPorts -

[She hesitates.]

- You are an ImPort, aren't you?

gon "with the wind" freecs | hunter x hunter

[gonfreaky]

[ 1 ] mandatory where's waldo question

[All in all, Gon didn't care about Agent Exposition. He knew why he was here. And while the setting threw him off and being ushered out from underground had agitated him, there was no doubt in his mind that he was here for a purpose. That this was either the final clue or the final stop; that he would find his father here.

So assured was he that when Agent Exposition approached him, he turned her down cheerily, asking instead if she could wait a bit-he'd like to find someone. It was probably too hopeful to think that Ging might be within the crowd but so long as the possibility was there, Gon had to check.

And so he weaves his way throughout the crowd, moving up to every person with a scrutinizing stare before deflating a bit. Eventually, he gets a bit more desperate. When that happens, there might be a faint tugging at your sleeve or simply a small voice from below waiting for the answer to a simple question:]

Have you seen Ging?

[It's ok if the answer's no. He's used to the disappointment.]

[ 2 ] tights have nothing on 90's fashion lbr

[Being twelve, it was impossble to drown his harrowing disappointment in alcohol, so free malts were appreciated. The friendliness of the citizens around didn't hurt either and though he didn't receive many waves, it was nice to see others get a warm reception. Idly, he joins the small crowds as they gather around the particularly peculiar costumes, gradually finding the spectacle odder and odder. After the fifteenth photo op of what is perhaps the most oddly costumed person to have arrive, his curiosity is fit to burst. Maybe there was something about these people he was missing. ]

Why do they keep doing that? Are they someone famous? [He says to both no one and anyone around him, loudly slurping at his malt.]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
[aka my prompts suck make them for me]

[paintjobs]

[ Ah, the flood of admiration. Knock Out is usually all in favor, but sometimes it gets tedious even to him. To help avoid it, today is one of those days he's gone with the large, expensive sunglasses to cover the eyes that give him away as an imPort. Normal people don't tend to have glowing eyes or black sclera.

He glances down when he hears a voice, and... hmm, decides it won't pain him to answer a stupid question. Too much. Besides, kids usually don't know better. ]

No, better. [ He sounds wry. ] A hero.

Lucatiel | Dark Souls 2

[mirrah]

[01]

[Finding herself spirited away to an alternate dimension and clueless as to how she got there isn't exactly new for Lucatiel; having gone in search of her brother and ending up in Drangleic with a similar haziness clouding her memory, this all seems very familiar.

However, what she isn't prepared for is her new environment. While Mirrah and Drangleic were relatively similar, the technological advancement here in Heropa was far stranger than anything she'd seen before. She doesn't even know what a car is, so being directed to it is a strange experience. What do they expect her to do, exactly...?

Rather than go along with it, she simply leaves without a word. Although in the past she had confined herself to a more solitary existence, it simply wouldn't do here, so she approaches the nearest person she can find.]

Excuse me. [A pause, then she continues.] This...isn't anywhere within Drangleic, is it?

[She knows it isn't, but...best to start somewhere. If someone at least recognizes Drangleic, she'll have something to work with at least.]

[02]

[And if she thought striking up conversation with a few strangers was as far as she'd go today in breaking her isolation, she was dead wrong. It's even more difficult to navigate the streets, bewildered by modern society already, when people keep trying to get your attention for photos and autographs.]

I have no time for-! [Even trying to shoo a child away here, but they're persistent, so speaking much louder now.] Leave me be! I have no desire to indulge your senseless requests!

[...and the child in question has started crying because she yelled at it. Someone help a girl out?]

[terraformagica]

[ Unfortunately for Lucatiel, someone saw her scolding the poor kid and has decided to step in! Heroically! ]

That's no way to speak to a child! For shame!

[ Except now the kid thinks they've gotten their new favourite person in trouble, and starts crying even harder. ]

A-Ah, no, wait!

malia tate | teen wolf

[maliayes]

[ The smell of the ocean may be a little overpowering, but it's nothing compared to the ramrod spine of steel she's bolstering up against ... just about everything else. The hover cars especially. She's fine with vehicles, she's not from the dark ages or anything. But hover cars? Those were Star Wars or Star Trek (one of the two), and definitely not something that actually existed. Not here.

Wherever here was. Florida. Right- totally not at home then. Wrong coast completely. At least she isn't getting any extra attention from ... literally anyone. Thank god she learned how to hide them claws. And teeth. And keep her eyes from shining bright like a diamond.

The new tattoo isn't doing much for her, either.

Don't expect a friendly new comer. Don't expect her to be out in broad daylight, either. She'll hide near the housing, in shadows and maybe (absolutely) come out at the hopeful offer of food). Like the Malt shop. That sounds tempting. Besides, asking after first-names only of people had gotten her nowhere. Even a few last names had brought up a whole wad of nothing. Florida was cool, but being here utterly alone? So not. ]

[terraformagica]

[ Amalia was just getting ready to walk back to where she's been assigned to stay, leaving the Malt Shop when she thinks she hears something. Her bare toes wiggle on the grass a little, and it tells her that dark area to the side of the building isn't as empty as it could be. ]

Hello? Is someone there? Are you all right?

annie sawyer | being human (uk)

[teaspectre]

[ Oh who cares about hover cars and new tattoos and malt shops? (Okay the last one is a little important. But only in the long run. When was the last time she actually ate? Two, three years ago?) She doesn't seem that overly recognizable to people- imPort or not, she's not wearing a costume.

She does however, seem a lot more interested in making ridiculous small talk with the majority of locals. To the point that even some of them are politely excusing themselves, setting her off on some other poor soul.

But again. The malt shop is very important. Busy as it may be, she'll try and bat her eyelashes for at least three of them. Nevermind having a sore stomach for it later; it's a feeling she hasn't felt in ages. ... Even if it ends up being one she'd rather not have again. ]

No, it's totally, totally fine. Really, I'm great. Super, even. Gosh, you've no idea, literally, how great I am. Can I shake your hand? Oh this is just- Just brilliant.

did you mean: actual love of my life annie sawyer

[sniptuck]

[ hajime is a regular patron of the malt shop; her sweet tooth knows no bounds and she visits at least once a week. when she walks in, she sees annie... being very excited and greeting everyone.

unlike any of the others who were probably weirded out by the display, hajime very happily shakes annie's hand. ]

You must be having a really good day!

koriand'r AKA starfire | teen titans (animated)

[starbolt]

[ Honestly the technology isn't that surprising. Sure, it's not what they have back on Earth, or even Tamaran, but it's on some planets, and some prison planets. Though this is nothing like a prison planet. Apart from not being able to ... leave. Ironic, that.

But as nice as it is to explore and watch the interesting setting as she flies by it, oggling both stores and cute (weird, alien, probably gross) merchandise or creatures. If there are any. Surely there would be, wouldn't there?

But even once she touches down, politely excusing herself in a flustered rush from anyone who might try and stop her for a ... chat, or more, she'll take to the quieter streets of the city. Less populated. At least by imPorts. The sirens are what draw her curiosity first, the revving of engines and screeching not-tires in the air. And ... children. Children playing. Right in the line of fire.

Well we can't have that, can we? Shouting won't do, and though she's fast, she is definitely not fast enough to get all those kids out of the way... The only option left is to dash in front and stop the oncoming hovercar. With both hands out to catch the front bumper, crumpling the metal like it's paper, screeching and straining just a little and effectively grinding her heels against the asphalt. The car stops however, children realize what could have transpired, cops slow down... and she'll just put the car to the ground and dust her hands clean. A job well done.

Time to go!! No hanging around to explain anything to the cops, thanks. That's usually Robin's job. ... Wherever he is. ]

[terraformagica]

[ Amalia's eyes are wide as she takes in the scene, watching Starfire stop the vehicle in its airborne tracks. Even as another imPort, the Sadida girl is often amazed by the abilities of the others gathered here. But when Starfire looks as though to leave immediately after, she has to call out to the other girl. ]

Ah, wait! You're supposed to stay!

Hakumen | BlazBlue

[maskedbitch]

2.

[Enjoy the moment? Please. Hakumen doesn't enjoy anything, least of all being treated like a sideshow attraction by a bunch of stupid civilians. The man, not that he looks much like a man, makes his way through the crowd as quickly as he can. Thanks to his size and curious set of "armor", making himself seem invisible is damn near impossible, but he figures moving to one of the more barren parts of the area, like an alleyway, would be for the best. Sadly his attempts to escape are slow at best and ineffective at worst. Children keep swarming around him, and people with camera keep asking for a picture.

Finally, he settles for making it past the crowd and leaning against a wall. Ignoring people is one of his specialties, so perhaps if he simply pays the fools no mind they'll leave him be.

...it works about as well as expected. AKA, he's now surrounded by a small group of children who think he's the coolest thing ever. Poor little tykes, they have no idea.]

Hey Mister, are you a robot?

No.

Why do you have eyes on your shoulders, then? Are they decoration?

No.

So, then you are a robot!

[Haku lets out a groan, and then:]

...Child. I do not wish to converse you with.

You keep saying that, and yet you're still talking to me.

...hhhnn.

[This is going to be a long day.]

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

[could_be_dangerous]

02.

[There is, of course, the improbability of it. Someone more rigid might opt for impossibility, which wouldn't be wholly unfair, but any creature of theories must, to survive, know when to reassess and the easiest way to do so in the short term is to refrain from addressing the issue at all. There is the sea air, and a woman passing on the street who wears her dead husband tenderly wrapped around her finger in the bright, lovingly-polished gold of an old wedding band, and these are enough to be getting on with, enough familiarity to breed a familiar and comfortable contempt, contempt being distance and therefore safer. Easier to navigate than unfamiliar streets, too much attention paid -- Sherlock Holmes thrives on attention but there are reasons and sorts and these aren't either, too bright, too curious, too itchy, too apropos of nothing at all, or rather the mere fact of his existence, for which he is unaccustomed to being congratulated.

It wears thin before it even starts. Contempt, contempt is very much the thing; if only it were mutual. It must be in places, he's only got to find his way to them. Evidence, though, of how thoroughly lost he is: all he manages to find is his way into some photographs, offsetting cheerful smiles with an aloof chill but stopping all the same because it teaches him something, because he can't be too proud for lessons, not anymore. He's got to pay attention -- not that that's an easy task, not when even the vastness in his head feels off-kilter, like a good, sharp blow upside the head, the shockingly electric, honeyed sweetness of rattled brains; the world, for all his ability to keep himself grounded, may as well have been turned upside-down.

In that he stands alone; smiles, smiles, warm and vapid, cow-eyed passers-by moving with enough purpose that he can easily tell that he's the only one gone topsy-turvy, that that fact in and of itself is business as usual, or perhaps business as unusual, either way still business, familiarity and not contempt, which speaks of a sort of investment that immediately sets him on edge. There are debriefings, functionally useless, and then there's this, watching actual people wander about giving entirely too much away without knowing they're doing it; any government's worst asset is its people, citizens and operatives alike, and all of this would smack far too much of his brother's sort of nonsense if it weren't for the irrefutable fact that his brother isn't likely to have a hand in any of this, a notion dispatched quicker than one could say flying cars, even Sherlock, who in a moment of post-something daze had reckoned that he could say it quite quickly if called upon to do so.

Mercifully, no one has called upon him to do so. Not yet. One never does quite know what's around the next street corner, after all, though Sherlock wagers he could feel it out with some certainty -- people, more people, and the sprawl they build around to hem themselves in. Apparently, and there a grand mistake, he is to be part of that now.]

[acclimatized]

[ it's a different universe that has invented and perfected the art of hovering vehicles with a fifties aesthetic, but john has nonetheless opted to buy and ride a traditional bicycle. both wheels kiss the pavement as he cycles through town. it's a modest little thing: it has a couple of gears and a rear rack to keep his backpack safe, while serving as a method to shift some of the stubborn pounds that he has put on in lethargy.

john doesn't possess a mental map of cape canaveral, but he has lived in the town long enough to discover short-cuts and navigate his way quickly to his destination without being stopped by the natives to say hello. today though, the town is bustling and he wonders if the new wave of imports have arrived.

as the thought crosses his mind, john sees him and squeezes sharply on the brakes, almost propelling himself over the handlebars in his haste. sherlock holmes cuts a striking figure. a boy around ten clambers for his attention, holding his hat out to him and asking the imPort to wear it, while john gets off his bike and approaches his friend and the crowd around him.

his mouth is slightly agape, disbelief is etched in every single line on his face. he was beginning to quietly accept that no one he knew from london was ever going to be brought here, but there he is. standing there like a lemon, quietly fuming as the child insists that he wear the hat for the photograph sherlock holmes will never ever agree to. ]

Ema Skye | Ace Attorney

[snackingintensifies]

[[2]]

[Ema is about as happy about this as cats are happy about baths. She's already protested to any soldier who would humor her for more than two seconds that she is an American citizen and that she has rights and they can't just drag her away from her very important job to do some vaguely defined "superheroics," but they just told her sorry and they couldn't do anything about it.

So now she's walking around Heropa, looking rather miffed about the whole situation. But that doesn't mean she can't be proactive and start info-gathering, so she starts stopping people, almost at random, though she at least aims for those who don't look too busy.]

Excuse me. What can you tell me about imPorts?

[She still has her detective's badge on her, and she's not above flashing it, even if she's far outside her jurisdiction.]

[galvanist]

[ Hello there attractive woman. As Ema stops him, Whale's expression ranges from initially confused to comfortable in a matter of moments. At Ema's question, he can't help but shrug. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. I'm new here.

Isabel Magnolia | Attack on Titan: No Regrets

[singingmagnolia]

2)

[Everything that would had been said would have gone straight over Isabel's head on a normal day. But today was not a normal day so she hadn't caught any of it. She'd let them lead her into a horseless flying carriage and she couldn't even enjoy the exhilaration of the sheer speed it could go or the height of it. Then they'd dropped her off in some sort of town. Not like a town she'd ever seen but there are people sort of swarming around her. She knows they're talking, maybe to her - maybe about her but again, she doesn't hear them.

All she can think about is about dangling from the back of one titan while the gaping gob of another closes in on her and makes things dark. Isabel can't remember anything but pain after that - a pain that is nothing but a haunting memory. Had Levi or Farlan saved her? It was the only explanation of why she was here and alive.

Of course, everything - this place, the titans disappear the minute someone hands her a pink thing in a glass. She blinks down at it in surprise before bringing it up to her nose to sniff it. Then she licks it.

!!!

IT WAS DELICIOUS!

Don't mind the strange girl tipping it into her mouth, screw the straw it would be too slow to use. When she's had about a third and her head starts to hurt immensely, she finally stops. Even while grimacing Isabel turns to the nearest person and grabs at their arm.]

What are these things? It's so good that I want more.

4)

[Now more alert Isabel is actually paying attention to her surroundings. The strangeness of this place is not anywhere she's ever been or even heard about in the Underground. Her eyes take in everything.

That includes the couple of kids in the way of the out-of-control horseless carriage. She checks her gear to make sure she can still use it and that it hasn't run out of gas before shooting a line across the street so that it hooks on the side of a building. Then Isabel swoops in and scoops up the two kids. Back on the street, she pats them on the head before sending them on their way.

With that done she turns around to catch the back end of a flashing carriage turn around the corner after the runaway one.]

What was that about?

II.

[alofts]

[ Cape Canaveral was an overcrowded singularity that sucked in the urban sprawl and day tripper tourists moving packed in under the sweltering tail end of summer humidity that turned Levi off from visits unless he deemed them a necessity, but on the off chance he caught wind of a new group of imPorts being throw to the frenetic and confusing southern Florida city wilds he indulged his own curiosity and made the trek out to the coast to size up the newcomers.

Eventually he had meandered onto the main road where the street bursts into shop fronts with brightly colored awnings and painted sandwich board signs out front that advertised free food and drink for imPorts; 'Today Only!' they always said. The malt shop that was popular for whatever reason and where most the strays ended up coming to was where he stopped when he started to feel dehydration claw at the back of his throat and he figured they had a tap with water so he might as well stop in. He got as far as a few feet passed the front door when his life from the past six years broke in increments like scars tearing into fissures.

What are these things? It's so good that I want more.

Levi felt the muscles in his neck twist with pain he turned his head so fast the second those words and the sharp, young tinge to its inflection fell across his ears. A girl with red hair pulled on a local's shirtsleeve, wide-eyed and curious with a small hand wrapped around a strawberry milkshake. All the air in his lungs ripped out of his lungs where it burned and burned and burned until he could drag the words out of his aching throat. Just a name; a nice name and a lovely one. A name that felt awkward with disuse having never uttered it in years. ]

...Isabel.

Miguel O'Hara | Spider-Man 2099 | call terminix there's another spider-man

[sman]

01

[Oh boy, exactly what he wanted. To be stuck with a bunch of other weird looking hooligans getting the Big Talk from a soldier smack dab in the middle of the worst daylight he has ever experienced in his entire life. The shades almost don't even work Florida's sun is so intense.]

02 & 03

[Apparently he is still in 2014, but things are different in this 2014--as if being stuck in 2014 to begin with wasn't different enough. At first, he thinks there has been some kind of time continuum malfunction. It looks exactly like his world in 2099 got strangely smooshed together with the 2014 he had been trapped in. Being Sam Beckett isn't exactly what he signed up for when he decided to take on the Spider-Man name.

So here he is, even after debriefing, standing weirdly in public in his suit, trying to wrap his head around the concept that he is in 2014, the automobiles hover, and they look like they're from even further into the past.]

wildcard

[Bump into him... somehow!]

02/03

[withgreatbleach]

[ At least Miguel's not the weirdest looking spider-suited guy in town? That might be some small comfort if he ever looks up and notices the be-hoodied dweeb staring down at him from a nearby rooftop.

Just... staring. Like the other Spider is a puzzle he's trying to put together. Maybe better than, say, swinging down and starting something but it's still creepy. Doubly so when you think about how Ben is focusing on the other webslinger instead of, well, everything else bizarre around him. ]

Amalia Sheran Sharm || Wakfu

[terraformagica]

TWO.

Amalia still isn't 100% clear on what's going on, but there's a group of people who seem awfully happy that she's there, asking her name, asking where she's from, telling her that they're glad she's come... it's hard not to get swept up by the feeling! And this little flora princess has never done better than when she's at the center of the spotlight, so it isn't long before she's fallen into the role with aplomb, greeting people as if she's been there all along.

FOUR.

She's been watching the skateboarding kids play, enjoying the sunny day when it's interrupted by the hovercar chase. How dare they ruin such a beautiful day! How dare those criminals put people in danger! There's hardly a blink before Amalia's power has reached out to the nearest greenspace, setting it surging with leaves and vines. From out of nowhere, a twenty foot tall venus fly trap grabs the speeding hovercar in its mouth, thorny interlocking teeth clamping down to prevent the vehicle from escaping. It comically bounces around inside the plant's maw, making little bulges on the outside of the green cheeks like a dog whose swallowed a bumblebee, but it's held fast.

OTHER.
Wildcard!

Walter White | Breaking Bad

[glidingoverall]

( one )

[ Walter White appears buck naked in the middle of your game, his pale asscheeks gleaming in the sunlight. His mouth is agape as he stares down at the tattoo on his wrist, a twisted expression that implies deep confusion and regret. This nude, middled-aged man is both haunted and haunting in his demeanor. Potrait of a mouth breather.

No just kidding, he's wearing pants and a dress shirt. You have been spared. He is, however, quietly furious, filled to the brim with impotent rage that is barely contained underneath the surface. He's been hijacked to a strange place when he has an empire to tend to damn it all. Walt narrows his eyes through his glasses at the female soldier that approaches him - he takes a step forward and points a finger at her, intent on giving her a proper dressing down. ]

Whoever you are, whomever is behind this, I demand an explanation. Right now. From you, or from any of these, [ he gestures at the others by flapping his wrists in the air, disgusted with the lot of you, ] these complete strangers that you've somehow decided to lump me in with. What is this? Hm? Tell me now.

[ Those of you that look like you know what's going on? Gosh darn it, you better appease him. ]

[hostage]

...Mr. White?

[Jesse was just on his way to board the Porter up to Pennsylvania, but he freezes in his tracks when he hears that familiar ranting and looks over to see none other than his favorite chemistry teacher.

No, really. He seems overwhelmingly happy to see Mr. White. His whole face lights up and he lets out a laugh of disbelief, jogging over and putting a hand out to wave off the government greeters. The tattoo on his wrist reads REGISTERED, so he's qualified to take it from here. Look at that, a soldier respectfully obeying Jesse Pinkman.]

Hey! Hi, Mr. White. Long time no see.

Sai | Naruto

[howdoesishotfeelings]

[ 0 2 ] t w o ;;

[So, "Florida". That's definitely not anywhere in the Land of Fire, or any of the other great shinobi nations. As far as he understands, he's been brought here by some sort of...time-space ninjutsu, in order to be a "hero"? The very idea of it is absurd. Someone like him, from Root...

(You have no name. You have no feelings. You have no past. You have no future. All that exists is the mission.)

But there is no mission right now. There's no Danzou, no Root, no Team Kakashi, no Konoha. And Sai doesn't really know what to do with that. Even when he'd decided to defy his orders to assassinate Sasuke so as to ascertain the nature of the bond between him and Naruto, there had been a goal in mind. He's never had to live completely for himself before.

At the least, the people of this country seem to be friendly. Perhaps he can try to practice interacting with people while he's here?

A little girl hands him an autograph book and a pen, and Sai gives her a blank-faced stare for just a moment before putting on an all-too-practiced smile.]

...Ah, forgive me, but what is an 'autograph'?

[ 0 4 ] f o u r ;;

[So he's been observing things for awhile, and he's noticed a couple things. One, the people around his age here are rather--unobservant, and they have a habit for spending time in the vicinity of those large metal machines in the roads.

Two...it seems to be the expected thing here to rescue them. Maybe it's something like a training exercise?

So the next time he catches one of those kids in the way of those machines, he pulls out his scroll, sketching a rough outline of a bird on it, then focusing his chakra.]

Ninja art. Super Beast Imitating Drawing.

[The bird comes to life, picking up the child out of harm's way and depositing him on the sidewalk. Several of the civilians nearby are clapping and cheering, and Sai blinks a couple times before he decides to try something he read in a book while he's been here--puts on his smile, then raises two fingers in a V.]

[gonstop]

You seriously don't know what an autograph is?

[Standing not too far away, Killua is standing with his hands shoved into his pockets. It's a normal habit rather than any particular way of hiding his wrist tattoo, and he doesn't seem to mind standing out, sticking to the middle of the crowd and shouldering past people to get to this guy.

Is this guy an idiot? Or maybe he's just a weirdo. It could be both... Frowning curiously, the boy leans in to point at the little girl's book, still staring at Sai.]

She wants you to sign your name.

Diego Brando | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | [jurassic park theme plays in the distance]

[dionychus]

02 or 03

[...Well. What can he say? No, literally. What the fuck can he say? He's not dead anymore, someone else here has the power to access multiple dimensions (though it doesn't seem to be a Stand...probably), and it's the Year of Our Lord 2014. There's no way he can get back at Valentine now or even find his father...what now? What does he even do?

Diego doesn't dwell on this for very long because the answer is obviously "explore". And explore he does! It's hard not to, considering he literally stepped into the future. It's too bad he can't lay low and go through the ins and outs of this area without being bothered, but...what can he say? He's been given another celebrity status practically overnight and, even though he thinks there obviously has to be a catch to this, it's better to go along with whoever brought him here. Not that Diego cares about being law-abiding or anything, but it is rather convenient that they're being so nice.

Not that he trusts anything about this place, but considering how all these new fangirls are just coming up to him, showing him around the area, even going so far as to buy him food or coffee a couple of times, he'll uh...he'll manage.

Depending on when and where you run into Diego and depending on if he has a cluster of locals around him or not, he's either taken to some side streets to look around a bit more or he's stopped near any sort of weird technological thing to get a better look at it. This could be parked cars, electronics stores, or he could be playing with his iPad communicator to see what it does. Point is, he might be too enthralled with the technology to notice you. You probably have to work to get his attention. Sorry!]

[diociopath]

[SO IT'S NIGHT.

It's night. And while Dio isn't entirely sure what's drawn him to this kid, looking over his communicator like it's some big deal - which to be fair, Dio himself thought it to be as well, when he first arrived - he does feel like initiating conversation with him...which is weird.

But if this is ~gravity~ at work, this could be a stand user! So it's important he gets to him first.]

It is an interesting little device, isn't it?

[SURPRISE. Tall, blonde dude outta nowhere.]

Blake Belladonna | RWBY

[futurefree]

[Two]
[The memories come back to her, and Blake remembers her previous time here, though she happens to be dressed differently than before. Whether or not the locals here remember her, it doesn't seem to stop them from running up to her and asking for her picture, or an autograph.

Unfortunately for them, Blake isn't really in the mood, and she completely blows them off. Though again, another group of "fans" run up to her, and she's growing more irritated at all the constant attention.]

Find someone else to bother.

[Yeah, definitely not in a good mood.]

[Wildcard]
[One way or another, a stray dog has made it's way over to Blake. This alone wouldn't be a big deal, however... A few barks later, and she's literally jumped up to a nearby tree and perched on one of it's branches. She's glaring at the creature very intently, and neither one is showing any signs of budging anytime soon.

Help.]

hello friend

[jeez]

[Well, that sure is one upset dog.

Bill doesn't even notice the girl in the tree until he glances up, figuring it must be a squirrel or something, since dogs — in his experience — don't tend to chase human beings up trees. But here they are, and there she is.

Being the good police officer chief he is, he whistles to get the dog's attention. Fear not, young lady! Bill Oswalt is on the case!]

Killua Zoldyck | Hunter x Hunter

[gonstop]

1
[The arrival was the most startling part. One minute he's walking through the doorway with Gon, ready to train so the both of them could get stronger, and the next? He was surrounded by blue. The transitions are hazy, and that's what puts him the most on edge. It couldn't have been a poison, he's resistant, so what--

His body tenses in the middle of the crowd and he darts back in a flash, pressing his body back against a building off to the side as he scans the crowd with Gyo. Paranoid. He's being paranoid, and he realizes it when not a single shred of aura can be found. His heart is still beating fast, suspecting the worst, getting ready to run. Was the offender hiding his presence? Did he already get away? And where was this anyway? Gon isn't here. But a woman is staring at him... Is she so powerful that she can hide her strength like this? It was hard to say. All he could do was go along with her, for more information at the least.

By the time all's said and done, Killua is roaming the streets with the rest of them as casually as ever. That fear from earlier is gone, and his hands stay stuffed into his pockets. Wide eyes look left and right, taking in the mix of old and new, and if someone sticks next to him long enough or seems to be following them, he'll address them easily enough.]

Hey! Is there somewhere I can get a map around here?

2/3

[By now, Killua is enjoying a delicious malt along with his walk through the city. There are a lot of things to look at, and he's trying to find his best friend, after all! But he's yet to find the best discovery in this city. It happens when he's passing a shop and the door flies open behind him with a happy squeal, and two happy children fly right on out on hovering skateboards. His eyes widen at the sight, and he waits for them to disappear around a corner to backtrack to the shop's window, face pressing in closer to admire the display case right there.

A new model, by the looks of it. But the fact that it can hover at all! His free hand presses against the glass as he leans closer, but shortly after all his oggling, his face falls in disappointment (and minor irritation).]

There's no way I'll be able to afford that thing anytime soon...

WILDCARD

[I'M REALLY BAD AT OPEN PROMPTS BUT TAG ME]

you forgot to mention that he's an assassin

[gonfreaky]

[It's a high-stakes mission but Gon can handle it. The target has been acquired for blocks now and only through careful sneaking (and the help of some zetsu) has he managed to come this far. Now, all that's left is to go in for the Kill... ua.

From the reflection in the window, wriggling fingers rise up behind Killua's shoulders and-before he can react-clamp down over his eyes. Cheerfully, Gon's voice sounds from behind him.] Gotcha! [He laughs and his hands slip away. Quickly, he trots to the side to avoid any blows that might be coming and that's when he sees it.

A hoverboard.

With a slow, silent gasp, his eyes light up and he surges forward to press his hands against the window.] So... cool! -Killua! [He barely even reads the price before his attention flits to his best friend, eyes dancing with excitement.] Let's get it!

jay | tales of legendia

[ninjay]

2

[ there's a young teen (who looks like a little kid, to be honest, but he's sixteen!!) staring moodily at the water. it actually annoys him that they're right next to the ocean; it reminds him too much of the legacy, of home, and that hurts. jay is extremely attached to his home, and being away from it is not something he's too thrilled about.

a few locals try to approach him, smiling brightly, but he just ignores them. they walk away, clearly offended. do you approach this grumpy figure? ]

3

[ you mean the kids who were on skateboards, as jay has "borrowed" one and is closely examining it. they had nothing like this on the legacy, and while he would prefer to take a closer look at one of the cars, this is good enough for now. ]

Hm. Fascinating.

wildcard

[ idk ]

tea for 2 and 2 for tea

[gonfreaky]

[Is it really approaching if he's been sitting next to him? Not doing much just idly sitting. Watching him. Doing that obnoxious slurping-through-straw thing with his free malt.

(He notices the lack of free sugary drink in his hand. Maybe he's lactose intolerant?)

While he originally tells himself he's going to keep out of the boy's affairs, after the fourth or fifth offended citizen, he can't help himself.]

You could at least wave to them, you know. [It's more conversational than accusing yet still pointed. Somehow.]

Overlord Zetta | Makai Kingdom

[zettabeam]

Wildcard!

[It's not every day you see an incredibly tall and muscular man sitting down reading a newspaper in this day and age. Even less so when they have flaming hair and no discernible pupils or irises. Yet here is one right now. For those who can sense energy or power, the man in question, who just so happens to be a demon, is radiating an incredible amount of power. For those who can't, you might at least notice that he seems to be glaring down at the newspaper in his hands. Like he doesn't like what he's reading or he's having trouble reading. Which might be possible. Maybe. As strong as he is, Zetta's never been the sharpest knife in the drawer.]

Elections, democracy, votes... Why just the very thought of it all turns my stomach. How is anything supposed to get done if you do it fair and square? Obviously the strongest candidate should be the one who wins!

[So not only is he big, tall, and on fire, he's also talking to himself while reading a paper on a park bench. What a weirdo. Stranger yet is that despite his complaints, he keeps on reading. These editors really have a way with drawing you in...]

[danaordouble]

[Dana is used to giants--the giant masked army in the otherworld desert follows her as a leader. Not because she is strong, not because she is brave, but because she has survived. Because she alone of all the creatures left in that desert has not given up hope. She's not afraid of this man, reading his newspaper on a park bench.

The masked men and women aren't usually on fire, though.]

Where I'm from, elections are decided by the pulses coming from Hidden Gorge.

[In her mind, it makes just about as much sense as a popular vote. Or rule by the strongest, for that matter.]

We all still vote, of course. It's a civic duty. But it doesn't matter. Do they really decide their leaders by vote here?

Ben Reilly / Scarlet Spider | Marvel 616 | someone get the bug spray

[withgreatbleach]

3
[ There's this guy walking down the street, boggling at the anachronicsm all around him in profound confusion. Nothing too strange about that. Although his look is certainly... something. Between his bleached and ever-so-slightly spiked hair, baggy jeans, and the flannel shirt tied around his waist he appears either incredibly dated or just... odd. Depending on where in time you're from, anyway.

"Did I fall into, like, a really weird part of cyberspace? ...Again?", he mutters to himself. ]

Wildcard
[ MY PROMPTS ARE THE WORST FEEL FREE TO THROW SOMETHING BETTER AT ME ]

[huitzilin]

[ she knows him.

she knows him.

she was out for a walk and she knows him.

he's frequent in Kaine's mind as Peter is in Kaine's mind. so she stops where she is (which is in the middle of the street), and stares unnervingly at him as he approaches. in a place where anyone could be pulled from any point in time, some part of her still stares in surprise.

he's the reason why she's wearing the blue hoodie. ]

Leigh Ann Johns | OC

[animas]

０２

Go away.

[ It would seem that someone is not quite enjoying herself with the sudden influx of attention. The young woman's pace picks up as she tries to lose the crowd, but to no avail. ]

Don't you have some other newcomer to bother?

０４

[ Leigh Ann is leaning by a wall when she sees the hovercar, the skateboarders, the impeding danger!

She takes another drag of her cigarette and does nothing.

Slow day, apparently. ]