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etcelsior2015-01-30 02:34 pm
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.
2 | WELL HELLO
At least this one is one he actually knows, this time. He's not forgetting Megaman any time soon, considering how much Netto visits. ]
Stop that. Give him space. [ His voice is clipped and relatively soft compared to the chaos around him; he still doesn't have to raise it to get people to move aside. It's a skill.
The loud noises, the people, the jostling; it grates on his ears, but he's had a while to get used to it. He moves people aside or scolds them and gets them to move.
The crowd clears, at least enough to give Megaman a substantial amount of breathing room. ]
Imports are popular here. As you've experienced already. [ His tone is slightly amused. ] You should find somewhere quieter. Being here makes your head hurt. Yes?
[ He's not as distinctive as Colorman, but the blue coat is possibly an indicator. And he can't change his voice, though it sounds different here.
Oh, and yellow eyes. That's not really a normal human thing. ]
OMG you have no idea how exicted I was when I saw that reserve
Besides, he's still stuck in his Navi frame, judging someone's relative human-ness would be a little hypocritical at this point.
He pipes up now and then as people are shooed away from him, trying to help without ruffling too many feathers: Yes, I'd really like some space right now, I'm sorry, I'm not really feeling well. The moment he gets a decent amount of space he can't help letting out a sigh of relief.]
Thanks. I wish someone would've warned me, I'd have tried to find someplace less...busy.
[Even if everything about the real world feels "busy" to him.
He side-eyes the man when he mentions his headache. He's not entirely comfortable that he seems to be so sure he has one (wariness levels rising!), but...]
...it does, yeah. I'm not used to all this.
[It's not really something he can deny. His latent memories as Hub might have made it a bit easier to acclimate, but between his new body, the accompanying sensory overload, and the utter alien nature of the real world, he really is in desperate need of a place to just sit down and process for a while.]
I WAS JUST LIKE "MEGAMAN EXE RESERVE? I'M SO THERE" and here we are
[ His speech is stilted, like he's reading off some internal script, or parsing his words carefully. Even his own voice sounds odd to him, and it's throwing him off.
He notices the side-eye -- Megaman is easy to read. All open. He laughs, just a little, though it comes off as more of a huff. ]
Being a navi in a human body is more difficult. I would have preferred to stay as I was. It's too loud here. Everything is more...vivid.
[ He tilts his head briefly, a quick little movement that's utterly at odds with the stillness of the rest of his body. ]
It gets less crowded as you go out. Stay away from the stores, at least. Should be fine then.
Want me to show you? [ The unspoken line: Do you trust me enough? He wouldn't be surprised if the smaller navi didn't. ]
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Because wearing that coat, calling himself a navi...even that voice, now that he thinks about it. It's Magicman. It has to be. The moment the realization clicks is obvious, because his entire demeanor shifts, stance and expression exuding a mess of emotions. Shock. Confusion.
Fear.
Megaman takes a step back, but that's about as far as he gets before he just freezes, torn between his survival instincts screaming run and his combat instincts yelling not to expose his back to an opponent. A deadly opponent, one he's fought before, barely won against before, except he didn't really win did he because Magicman got back up. He got back up and he reached out and he--
He had--
Magicman had--
Not again never again please please I don't want to die again--!]
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Not sheer terror.
He takes a step back in return, attempting to give him a little more space; his head buzzes with analysis, trying to find the source of the problem.
It doesn't help his headache, but nothing is helping his headache right now, so they might as well have a party.
In his face there's nothing but sudden confusion, and worry. ]
Ah--
I'm-- My apologies. I didn't mean-- [ His tone is as disarming as he can make it; he holds his hands up, like a barrier. Attempting to show he doesn't mean harm.
'What did I do' seems like a very silly question to ask right now. ]
Are you all right--? [ His voice is actually a little shaky. Garnering such a strong emotional reaction unexpectedly is startling. ]