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etcelsior2014-09-26 12:21 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2014-09-26 12:21 pm
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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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It'd be a lie to say he hasn't been hoping for a response like this. Not that he did this just to please Mr. White, but he did hope that Mr. White would be pleased. Everyone wants the gifts they give to be happily received. But he mostly did it because he cares about Mr. White that much. Owes him so much. Owes him his life, really. It would have been worth the sacrifice even if Mr. White was angry with him for it.
After his moment of alarm, Jesse settles into the embrace naturally. He doesn't get enough of this, and he craves it, so of course he wraps his arms around Mr. White and hugs him in return. The rush of emotions brings a tightness to his chest, another cough rising out of him that he suppresses by burying his face against Mr. White's shoulder.]
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It's settled down into the type that festers. It will probably explode at another time, but this is not the right time. Jesse has no clue what he's done, no sense of the scope or meaning even as it pertains only to Jesse, and Walt is far too petty not to remain irate over the loss of control, but...
This fucking kid. He's really not a bad one, all in all. Somewhere along the line, Walt came to depend on him, irrational as the instinct may be. Jesse is the other half of the world he's chosen. Jesse always comes back. Eventually if not right away. There he is: he returns the hug after a moment of surprise, one Walt can sense, and it hurts as much as it brings comfort.
Walt blinks and finds that his eyes are a little misty. He sets a hand over the collar of Jesse's jacket at the back, protectively pulling him a bit more in when he hears that cough.
This is awful. ]
... I'm sorry ... [ And he's still human. These words and gestures don't pass between them often, if ever, but taking on his fatal illness? Jesus. It's too much. ] I-- I didn't mean for... you know I wouldn't want for you to--
[ He needs Jesse, is the thing, but he'd prefer not to see him hurting. It's why it's best he does not know. ]
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[He'll say it like a mantra and that'll make it true. For all he knows, it is true. Jesse's yet to find anything that can kill him. It's a safer gamble than it feels like. He's coughing now, but that's only because it takes a while for his regeneration to kick in.
...Here's hoping that doesn't mean regenerating cancer cells at an exponential rate.
He sniffs and shakes his head a little, pulling back to smile at Mr. White.]
I been ready, just in case you ever showed up. There's so much other stuff I gotta show you. You're totally set for life. Jesus, I got... Wait 'til you see the money, Mr. White. You don't gotta about anything.
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Walt swallows a strange lump in his throat. He shakes his head slowly, not fully understanding. For so much to have been accomplished without him... but he knows, despite his ego, that Jesse's every bit as good as him. ]
You mean to say you've been, [ here he glances over his shoulder quickly, to make sure they're really alone. The car gets a suspicious look too. He doesn't know where they are or how Jesse's been able to - ] For how long? How much?
[ Money, that is a word that grabs his attention. ]
And my family? [ Jesse had mentioned... ] Where are they?
[ Those worlds don't cross, normally, but this is the only face he recognizes right now. The only person he can ask. Let's say this happened before Saul pulled his obnoxious little stunt mmkay. ]
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Five million a month. That's how much we pull in.
[Of course, that number gets whittled down to account for costs, but it's still an absurd number. Jesse will make sure Mr. White's taken care of.]
I been at it for four months. It's yours, Mr. White. I got everything waiting for you.
As for your family...
[Jesse knows this part's going to be disappointing. After all, he's not the one Mr. White really wants to be with. He wants his kids and his wife. The people he goes home to every day.]
Unless they just showed up with this crowd, they ain't here. Not yet. I been keeping an eye out.
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The little bastard. They ran into so many... issues, when they took on the business themselves, and for the past four months Jesse has been pulling in cash like that? Without Walt? He puts a little distance between them now. His face goes blank.
It'd be just as easy to blame that on the news about his family. Convenient. Walt lets out a resigned sigh, and after a moment of being disconnected from everything around him simply to maintain, he turns back to Jesse. ]
Everything that you made up to now is yours, Jesse. [ It's not generosity. It's stubbornness, plain and simple. He squares his shoulder and speaks severely; there will be no arguments about this. ] I had no part in it. I don't care what you do with it, or how you spend it. Who have you been working with?
[ "We?" You been cooking with anyone else??? This will bug the everloving fuck out of him until he understands this new set up and has a chance to take his place at the wheel of it. ]
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I, um... It's just me. In the lab. But I'm working with a distributor. Got some people of my own, too. I can introduce you to everybody, you know. If you want. Or not, if you don't want 'em to know you. It could just be you and me.
[He puts on a tight little smile and gets closer again to murmur the next part:]
I got an RV. It'll be just like the good ol' days, you know?
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... an RV. Just like old times. Walt considers him again, almost fondly. It was never perfect, but it used to be easier. He enjoys what he does, truly-- feels tied to a bizarre sort of nostalgia at Jesse's prompting. That was before everything became... colossally messed up. That was before he wronged his partner so deeply that even he knows to be ashamed of his actions, on some subconscious level. ]
I will want to meet them, eventually. These are our new employees, as I understand it. [ Walt nods. And this is the most important part, again, so he places a hand back on Jesse's shoulder and speaks to him directly, clearly. And like he's talking to a child. ] But you and I, we're the only ones who cook. The only ones in that lab. This is our hard work; our product. You understand.
[ And, maybe even more bizarrely, like he's talking to a friend. One he can trust. ]
I know you do.
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When Mr. White touches his shoulder, Jesse's smile softens. Is that what he was worried about? That Jesse had a new partner?]
It's our secret, Mr. White. Don't worry. Nobody else knows the formula. Nobody's ever even been in the lab but me.
u........want it just as much as i want it
Walt gives a squeeze and buries his guilt. It is a fleeting thing, always. It chips away at him slowly if at all. ]
It's just you and me, is it? [ Outside of his immediate family, Jesse is the only one he really cares about. Walt lifts his hand stares at the tattoo on his wrist. ] And you will-- you will get better. You said that you would.
[ He has to. Walt will exploit any and every strange loophole this place has to offer to make sure his partner stays with him through this. ]
it's not wrong?? 2 want it???
[He doesn't want Mr. White to keep worrying about it. It's so pointless. Honestly, who even cares if he dies? He's done pretty much everything he set out to do. Everything's exactly the way it's supposed to be and he finally feels... something close to peace, anyway. As close as someone like him can get to it.]
It's good, right?
[Please tell him he didn't make some horrible misstep. He worked so hard at this.]
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It's good, Jesse. [ So he throws him a bone. Walt is both sincere and detached when he speaks. How does he manage that? Who knows. ] You've done good.
[ He hasn't. Walt now has to face the prolonged inevitability of existence in an entirely new light. That's disconcerting, to say the least-- but for now, at least for now, he won't shove his discomfort in Jesse's face. They have their business and they have their formula. He'll figure it out from there. ]
No end in sight.
[ Woo, he's drifting. Where is he? Barely present. ]