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maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2015-01-30 02:34 pm
sure, jan
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.
Roy Harper | DCnU/Red Hood and the Outlaws
[ roy harper is kind of loud. and frankly, never shuts up, so maybe this is the first time you've overheard his voice, or maybe this is the 54895574923758915th time you've overheard his voice. either way, he's not too far away, chatting at the wide smiling government woman trying to shuffle roy into his complimentary car ride. he's wide smiling right back, but while the congenial, casual seeming chat goes on, he's ducking and leaning and sidling out of reach and further from said car. yeah, not really his style. ]
And, I'm assuming here, but if you've got the Jetson's style hovercars, that probably means GoogleMaps is kickin', right? So, I'll pass on the totally not creepy military taxi ride to my cubical housing, if it's all the same, you know, conservation of gas, helping the environment, I could use the excercise, ad infinitum. Greattalk,thanks,noyouhaveawonderfulday!
[ aaand, he's off. despite being six foot whatever, wearing fairly bright colors, a horribly tacky trucker hat, and having ginger-red hair, he's surprisingly good at slipping away and getting lost from the woman in the surrounding crowd in barely an instant. skills, yo. skills. it's not for any great reason of paranoia that he doesn't want to go with the government folks (well, aside from the fact all this is creepy and getting into cars with strangers is like Basic Childrens' Guidelines To Life 101), he just prefers to do the leg work on this kind of thing. that, and, the idea of being shipped off to some room, alone? sort of sets him uneasy. it didn't escape him that neither kori or jason were around the area when he got up streetside, and roy hasn't done well on his own, in the past. maybe part of him wants to hold out hope in running into them getting into some sort of ridiculous trouble somewhere.
in the mean time, he'll be content to wander the city, cellphone out and in hand, as he snaps pictures of every little thing here and there. on the scale of Shit Roy's Ended Up In? multiversal clusterfuck in the 50s au of metropolis? eh. kori's space ship was cooler. aaand, he's still talking. talking and walking and snapping pics. multitasking. ]
Hella vintage. The Stepford Sci-fi - not bad, not bad.
04). [ it had been a fairly casual stroll, phone now full of tourist style pictures, though in roy's unique style of taking note of the small little things that intrigue him more, and he'd gotten his free malt - chocolate. still alone in who-even-fucking-knows-land, as far as he can tell, but despite not doing well alone, doesn't mean he can't deal. he's casually watching some kids playing with hoverboards out in the street, and trying to focus more on the intrigue of techonology than the loneliness that's trying to creep in under it all. that's about when he hears the squeal of tires, the roar of engines, and snaps his back in that direction. ]
Aww, son of a bee. [ he knows where this is going, and he is absolutely not letting those kids end up as pancakes. he does, however, have his hands entirely too full to keep all this stuff intact and still get to his bow and quiver in time. so, that means the cellphone gets dropped on the sidewalk, as does the malt. which he mournfully whispers to, as it falls: ] I'll never forget you, malt.
[ aight. business time. a hand reaches up and behind his backpack, and roy's dragging out a bow that's compacted small enough it could fit in a book. it pops sharply into form, and roy's other hand is heading to the quiver that had been sitting on his hip, pulling out an arrow that seems random, but he has a system for these things. this one has a chain that extends from the end of it, and roy's hurrying in the short time rapidly evaporating as he wraps the chain around a nearby light pole, hooking it securely to itself. he loads up the arrow, and there's only a fraction of a second to take aim on the approaching, speeding car, then fires. the tip expands into something like a grappling hook as it flies, slamming into the side of the car, and the chain immediately pulls taunt, dragging at the side of the car and causing it to swerve off the road (luckily, sidewalk unpopulated). ]
Ker-bam! [ sure did just make his own sound effect. as the speeding car starts to dramatically jerk to the side, and heads to nose-dive into some newspaper dispensers, roy's already running, heading around the other side towards the kids frozen still in the road. to the side, there is the tell-tale ker-bam, and roy gives himself a fistpump as he jogs. ]
Heyhey, we all okay here? Nothing broken, pants un-wet? [ it's okay if it's not the case, okay, it happens, dude. anyway, the kids all seem to be fine, the car not having made it to them, and beyond that, they just seem shaken. so... this is the awkward part where "okay, see you around" is what roy would like to do, but isn't this the hero point where you say something noble or dashing or something? ]
Uh... look both ways before you cross the street? Stay in school, say no to drugs? [ wait, wait, he's on to something there. ] Yeah. Say no to drugs. School's kinda eh, so scratch that one, do what you want. Unless what you want is drugs. As per Point A, we ruled that out.
Ooookay, good talk. [ yeah, he's leaving now. this has been Weird. ]
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Still, beaten to it or not, he has to take a moment to admire the archer's work. The chain? Impressively strong. The shot? Well-aimed, well-executed. The resultant property damage? ... well, he'll give Roy points for style.
Jogging over, Oliver checks on the condition of the driver and, finding him alive, conscious, and more than a little dazed, he's satisfied enough to turn back to where Harper has, apparently, started giving a quickly deteriorating lecture about school and drugs.
The fact that he was, even for a fleeting moment, impressed is quickly becoming a thing of the past. Still: ]
Nice shot. [Says the guy standing calmly on the side of the road with both eyebrows raised and an amused look on his face.]
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he's headed to pick his cellphone back up when the stranger catches his attention, and his brows raise a second, before a smile breaks his expression. ] Aw, thanks, dude. Not my greatest work, but, you know, speeding car, endangered kiddos, finesse goes a little out the window.
[ he snatches up the phone and pockets it, spotting the splatter of his malt and making a pout for a second. ] Alas, poor deliciousness, I knew thee well. [ no use crying over spilt malts, so he's moving on to the side of the car, peeking in at the driver, and listening to the blaring sirens of the police cars that were giving chase coming up close. dazed is good, and while criminal mcspeederface is trying to put his brain back together, roy will be whistling a casual tune as he reaches in with another fancy looking device that are pretty much glorified handcuffs, binding the driver to the wheel. have a nice nap, pookie.
he looks back to oliver over the hood of the car, going about prying his trick arrow out of the side of it to fold back together and put back into the quiver hanging out at his hip. recylcing. he's otherwise not in any kind of uniform. just some punk in a trucker hat, a bright green hood, jeans and a big red quiver attached. also, bow now. sort of harder to hide when it's in Go mode. ]
You do much with shooting stuff, or was it just a commentary on the cool looking factor? I'll take either, man.
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Yeah. Not much arrows can do to stop cars. [It's said lightly enough, like Oliver really believes that. As if he doesn't know at least a dozen various ways to derail the car and get the kids out of the way but that's beside the point. This is about this... malt mourning could-be-an-idiot and his archery skills]
I know a thing or two about archery. [And, because it actually pains him to not say it- ] Carbon fiber cables- they're lighter and thinner than chains but just as strong.
[Because seriously]
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[ let's have more imagination than that. it doesn't have to be pretty to be awesome. or flashy. if roy knows anything about the whole superhero scene, it's that being resourceful is going to trump being superpowered any day. maybe there's something of a statement in using an archaic weapon to do things like fight space wars.
he blinks a second at the suggestions, before making a short, impressed kind of laugh. ]
A thing or two about archery, and another few things about tinsel strength? [ he's raising his brows a little, because that was a very specific observation, buddy. one that he appreciates, and a fairly excellent one. he knows the chains are out of date, and roy's making a mental not to use pretty much that exactly to rebuild this one. anyway, no big deal ] Good thought - and you're right. More flexible too. I'm out a workshop, now, I'm thinking, but the second I get my hands on some elevator cables, I'm stealing your idea on that, buddy.
[ heading over to him, there's a kind of life in his step, seemingly a little excited. this is sort of His Thing. roy disconnects his quiver and sets it up on the partly smashed in hood of the car, like this isn't a crime scene or anything. there's a good handful of useful arrows in there - exploding, grappling hook, tracing, one that takes blood samples and interfaces with Kori's space ship to run anaylsis (not that useful here, until he can reprogram it), net, thermal, foaming (don't knock it, it's surprisingly useful), fireworks, there's one that'll play 'turn down for what' on impact as well. because of reasons, along with a good sundry of others. please look, sir. give him your opinions. ]
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Look, there are plenty of successful and impressive people in history that totally bombed school, okay. Ya know, Churchill, Einstein, Cameron Diaz?
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[Please provide proper documentation for your sources sir thank you.]
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Dropped out of a Munich school at 15, failed an entrance exam for another in Zurich right after.
[ and then got in and graduated later but w/e that doesn't help his point so he's not saying it ]
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[Because arguing with a guy about Einstein on the street is totally reasonable, right?]
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You're gonna have to gimme a few days to work up my bibliography. I left my cite list in my other whacky, superhero dimension.
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or maybe bat-guy's getting to her. darkness, injustice, paranoia.
wah wah.
luckily, roy's muddling of outer and inner monologues instantly endears him to her (motor mouth solidarity, yo), so she decides to take advantage of his seemingly friendly face and sidles up to him, waving a hand in front of the camera to get his attention.
she's bat-girl, after all, quirking a tentative smile and cracking lame jokes in an attempt to reach out to others. if her grimdark associates have a problem with it, they can kiss her adorable bat-butt. ]
Hashtag "tbt?" Or maybe "fff." [ a beat. ] Flash Forward Friday.
[ y'know, 'cause of the fifties futurama cocktail of an atmosphere. ]
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That's the real question here. What in heck am I supposed to tag my new future-past adventures here?
[ he frowns a second, bringing a hand to thoughtfully stroke his chin, and pointedly surveys the area. ]
Flash-back forward? Back to the future past? [ these all suck, lbr. he sighs, shrugging. ] There's a reason nothing I make up trends.