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[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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Namo/Mandos | Tolkien's Legendarium

[doomsyou]

[2]

[Námo doesn't understand a great deal of what's going on. For all his knowledge of what's to come, his foresight, this is all strange to him. He does try though, he'd found clothes more fitting the style that people here wore so he would blend in. He doesn't look entirely comfortable in them, he misses his robes but at least he's managed to find a hooded shirt to almost make up for it.

Generally speaking, Námo looks human-like but not fully. He looks more like an elf, tall and fair in face with long silvery hair tucked behind pointed ears and eyes so blue they almost shine. And he definitely carries an air of being distinctly inhuman, however much he tries.]

[4]

[It's never been his place to interfere in the fates of those in their world. Námo is the Judge, the Doomsman. Aside from Melkor, he is often the one that his fathers Children would fear.

This isn't his world though. These aren't exactly his fathers children and he can't see the fate of the people here as he could in Eä. It's instinct that moves him, long legs carrying him more quickly than a mortals might and he dives towards them, grabbing them around the waist and twisting in the air to cushion them.

It isn't until the kids are climbing to their feet and thanking him that he realizes the gravity of what he just did: He interfered in the world, in life, as Melkor might. As Melkor did on Arda. The only difference being that he'd saved lives instead of twisting and corrupting them.]

[Wildcard]

[Hit me with whatever!]

[belegurth]

[Even though Námo has changed clothes and form, Melkor still recognized him easily enough.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

He didn't move as he watched Námo of all beings save the kids from the car. He would have thought his brother felt no compulsion to meddle in the fates of this world but a grin slowly appeared across his face. This meant his normally aloof brother felt that same desire to do something even if such a gesture was small on the grand scale of things.

Melkor waited until Námo was on his way once more before he approached him, coming up from behind to wrap his arm around other other Valar's shoulder, pulling him close.]

Could you see their fates? This is not our realm yet you reached out your hand and saved them from death. A very noble act.

[doomsyou]

[He'd hoped the deed would more or less go unnoticed, dogtags carefully tucked under his shirt and his 'registered hero' tattoo covered by the sleeve of his sweater.

When Melkor approached and his arm is wrapped round Námo's shoulders, he tenses and purses his lips. The last thing he wants is to hear about his deed from Melkor of all people. It's impossible to ignore him though, his brother isn't likely to let him go anytime soon. And it would like take longer for him to let go if he ignores him.]

Their fates are hidden from me. [A minor annoyance. And he can't exactly brush aside the fact that he did reach out to affect another realm. He knows he shouldn't have but he had.]

No doubt you knew that though, Melkor.

[belegurth]

[Melkor didn't let go and tightens his arm around his brother's shoulders. He's not going to hide from Námo or fear him. This could complicate things but Melkor was already thinking of how he could take advantage of this.

Melkor doesn't really have any respect for Námo's personal space as he grabbed the other Valar's wrist, looking at the tattoo with amusement. He's not about to let his brother forget this anytime soon, he had seen everything.]

So you are here as I am.

[And not sent specifically to chain him up once more, that was somewhat reassuring.]

I suspected something of the like but the evidence of the tattoo confirms that.]

[doomsyou]

Melkor! [His voice sharpens slightly as his brother grabs his wrist and looks over the glowing tattoo. He lets Melkor look over it for a moment before yanking his wrist loose.

While Melkor thinks about how to use this, Námo wonders how long Melkor has been there. And what the odds had been that he'd have witnessed Námo's interference in fate.]

And yours? What does yours say? [He doubts it will mark Melkor the same as himself but he is a bit curious.]

[belegurth]

[Melkor laughed as he let go, he had seen what he had been seeking. But he doesn't take his arm off of Námo's shoulders, he is almost curious to push his brother to see what he was capable of in this place.]

Mine is slightly different but it matters not. You are here and I shall show you around. There is no sacred light here, only a Sun and darkness covers this planet at night. It is truly a fascinating sight.

[Melkor does the nice thing of warning his brother about the whole Sun and Moon thing because it still takes him by surprise when the Sun vanishes and reappears.]

[doomsyou]

[He lets Melkor's arm remain around his for now but he doesn't look anything like pleased about it. And he doesn't want to make any sort of scene for passersby to gossip about.

At the mention of the Sun, Námo turns his head and almost squints at Melkor. He cannot be serious but something like that-]

The Sun and Moon. Arien and Tilion guide them through the sky. [At least on Arda, they do. He can't sense them here.]

[belegurth]

And what of the Trees?

[It's a moment of surprise that Melkor admits that he honestly is surprised that they have a Sun and Moon in their world now too. Apparently he'd been missing out on something.]

Arien, I recall her. She burns so brightly.

[Melkor can't stop himself from smiling at the thought. She was a Maia he was rather found of, aside from Mairon. He certainly had a type.]

2

[ahappyending]

Hello there.

[It's a voice from behind him. If he turns, he'll see a young human woman, maybe in her early 20s at most, with pale white skin and dark black hair. To him, she might feel intimately familiar.] You look a little lost. Can I help?

(ooc: Hi! So, Death here, if you aren't familiar with Sandman, is sort of implied to be the physical embodiment of Death from every universe. So the Melkor player on my permissions post reasoned that Mandos and Death would definitely know each other. We've been doing that so far, since we didn't know you'd want to app, but if it doesn't work for you I can definitely try to work something out!

Of course, if it works for you, then we're all good :D)

[doomsyou]

[ooc: I'm not familiar at all, sadly but oh gosh, that's absolutely fine with me. Especially since Námo summons the souls of the dead to Mandos, he doesn't actually kill them or anything so someone has to have a hand in that.]

[Námo turns at the voice, taking a moment to recognize her specifically. Only a moment though before one of his very rare smiles crosses his features. It's short lived but it was there.]

A little. [He admits softly, glancing around them. At least he isn't being crowded like some people are. He's used to the solitude of Mandos and the limited company of his wife and that Valar, Maiar and Firstborn.]

I understand very little of this world or its goings on.

[ahappyending]

I'd imagine you'd feel a little like a fish out of water, yes. Fewer elves than you're used to. Fewer dead people.

It's not a bad world, though. There's a lot to enjoy here.

(ooc: Okay! If you're curious about her / wonder if it'd come up, there's more about her weird-ass existence in her app. But yeah, she's generally the person that comes to end the lives at the moment of death. I also figured she'd probably be part of the Gift of Iluvatar to Men, since he doesn't have a hand in that.

She'd also probably look more like an elf to him back home, since her canon indicates different cultures see her as what they're familiar with.)

[doomsyou]

[He nods. Definitely fewer elves and dead folk which isn't a terrible thing but strange. It almost makes him miss when he'd take walks among the Elves in Valinor. Sometimes with Vaire or Nienna.]

It doesn't seem terrible but strange still. Much of what they offer here is foreign. And their clothes are strange. [He plucks lightly at the shirt he'd acquired, the name of some band emblazoned on it.]

(ooc: Sweet, I'll check that out. And yeah, he really doesn't deal much with Men except briefly when they comes to Mandos and pass on beyond the circles of the World.)

[ahappyending]

Well, just think how out of place one of the people here would feel if you plopped them down in Arda. You look good in it, by the way.

(ooc: Yeah, how I've been headcanoning it is that Death lets Mandos do his thing within Arda, but outside of the circles of the World is her domain. Both for Men, and at the end of the world when Mandos' halls empty.)

[doomsyou]

A fair point, I will grant you. I imagine though that it may be easier for them to adjust there than for us, here.

[Here they had to learn to deal with the strangeness of technology. On Arda, they would have to learn to live without. Something Námo imagines would be easier.]

[ahappyending]

It's possible. People get awfully used to creature comforts, though.

Most people here couldn't make a fire without a lighter if their lives depended on it.

fine whatever

[worldtapestries]

[ In their own world she is the Weaver, the Watcher, the Chronicler. Some confuse her with Fate, but that is her husband's role, not hers. In later years, Men will say she cuts the cords of life, but like her spouse, Vaire's role is to watch, and not to interfere. She weaves everything in her webs - the good, the bad, and the artistically questionable - and she sees and remembers everything that she weaves. Like Namo, she stands outside and watches, but she has a rather more personal view of life than he. The fashions here delight her, the bright colours and the different fabrics (Namo had best be grateful they do not have credit cards) and the form she choses is dark skinned and bright eyed, and she twines her arm in his, her bright colours standing out against his as they walk. ]

Must you always wear black love? Especially in this form. You look so pale!

/cackles

[doomsyou]

[Oh, he is absolutely glad they have no credit cards. They don't need to end up in debt so soon after arriving, especially with their father there and Melkor potentially watching smugly as they would get lectured.

No. No thanks. He doesn't want Melkor to feel as if he has too great an upper hand by not being in debt.]

It's what they recommended when I searched the store. They said that I "looked hot" in black.

/shakes fist

[worldtapestries]

[ She tsks and lays her head on his shoulder ]

Such funny ways to describe things! I don't know - with that colouring you really need a bit of colour. They have so many options to chose from! I think perhaps when we get home, I'll do your new robes in a green, maybe. Or a dark blue, instead.

/wraps around <3

[doomsyou]

[A soft chuckle, almost too soft for others to hear.]

Robes may make us stand out, dearest. It's why I chose to buy some of the clothes here. People crowding for our 'pictures' has already grown tedious and I've made a point of covering my tattoo.

[The fewer signs that they're imPorts, the better, in his opinion.] I will not object to color though if you truly wish it.

sighs....

[worldtapestries]

Mm, I suppose so. [ She reaches up to peck a kiss on his cheek, delighted by the new sensations of being tied to a form like this ]

I promise I will keep it subtle love. But mm, yes, I think you might look nice in green or blue.

you love me c:

[doomsyou]

[He smiles at the sensation himself, reaching to brush at her hair.]

Thank you. [He turns his head to give her a quick kiss.] Green or blue seems a fine alternative. [So long as it's a dark shade of either color but he knows it isn't likely to be.]

[cuor]

[It is the long hair and tall stature that draw's Legolas' attention to the stranger. There are a great many men here, none of whom carry the aura of the Eldar, and Legolas is drawn to him as soon as he sees him.

As he comes closer, he realises that this cannot be another Eldar. At least, not one he has ever met before. Legolas is young, and has seen little of the wide world after all. He had been approaching the other quickly through the crowd, keen to give greeting and make his aquaintance. As he draws closer, he slows his pace.

He feels, more than he has in a great many years, very very young. His tongue grows leaden within his mouth, clumsy and ill-suited to the fine greeting this being must require. He places a hand on his heart and bows instead.]

[doomsyou]

[He turns, eyes drawn towards the youth. Faces flicker through his mind, trying to place a name to this one. In the first moment though, all he can tell is that his time hasn't come to pass. So he focuses instead on what's to come in the next age and almost smiles when he finds him.

Legolas.

Námo carefully finds the tongue to match Legolas as he dips his head in return to the bow. It's so rare, a novelty really, to find others who might bow to him. Most fear more than respect him.]

Gail síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn, Legolas Thranduilion.

[cuor]

[Only once has Legolas known fear, true fear deep in the core of his being. When the Balrog of Moria had come, then his heart had failed within him utterly and he had despaired.

Perhaps he is still too young to fear the one who spoke forth the dooms of the world. Wiser eldar might. Legolas' fear is mixed with awe though.]

Le suilon, hîr vuin.

[doomsyou]

[None can blame him for fearing a Balrog. Only a fool wouldn't fear them, but that he didn't freeze completely at the sight of one speaks volumes.

And wiser still would be those that understand that he only speaks dooms rather than deciding them. Grim his task may be but he isn't the Father of All (for which he is glad).]

I did not think any of the Children might be found here.