sure, jan

[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.

Comments

[cuor]

Pedil edhellen?

[This is a curious thing indeed, for there is no light of understanding in the Eldar's eyes.]

You do not speak Eldarin, my friend?

[bloodyantivan]

Alas, no. [Zevran is not prone to showing regret, but here it touches him ever-so-slightly. He cannot bring himself to admit what ought to be an obvious truth: that he is a city elf who never spent enough time among the Dalish to learn more than a few common phrases, and that there is much impossibly lost to time and the scattering of the people. The more he hears and watches this elf he is certain he is not like other elves he's met.] If those words were ever mine to know, my opportunities to learn them were limited at best. But I have been rude. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zevran Arainai. [He bows.] I hail from Antiva City - do you know of it?

[cuor]

[Many marvels has Legolas seen this day, but this may be the most surprising. An elf who lived in a city, and spoke not his native tongue. He can scare believe it. And what a strange name!

He recovers his manners and bows in return, hand on his heart.] I fear I do not, Zevran Arainai, but I have not travelled greatly through the cities of men. I am Legolas, of the woodland realm of Mirkwood.

How is it you have come to live among men, instead of your own people? [He cannot help the question, so great is his curiosity. Had his parents been killed by orcs? Had he been kidnapped?]

[bloodyantivan]

[This is what Zevran suspected. Legolas asks these questions with complete, innocent sincerity - not the arrogance and disdain of the Dalish. He doesn't know. Wherever this Mirkwood is, the elves are not a low, humiliated people. This aches in Zevran's throat, the space just above his stomach.] Please, just Zevran is sufficient. Zev to my friends, really. Am I to believe elves are not relegated to filthy alienages where you are from? They are... A proud race?

[cuor]

Of course, Zevran. [Again, he almost cannot comprehend what is being asked. None willingly lived in filth save orcs and foul creatures, and certainly not the Eldar.]

Our people do not dwell among men, it is true. We dwell among the woods and the forest under the stars. [He had never stopped to consider why this was, except that... it as how it was.] Men hold no sway over us, nor we over them.

[bloodyantivan]

Ah, what a merry time that sounds! Singing, hunting... riding halla... [Zevran tries not to occupy himself with visions of what was or what might have been, for he takes his pleasure in the here and now, knowing he is owed no more than that.] Unfortunately, in Antiva, indeed in most of Thedas, men hold complete power and pretend it has always been their right to do so. I do not wish to bore you with the details of how this came to be - I am not much one for tales of woe - but the simple truth of the matter is that men see elves as lesser creatures to be used when useful and otherwise ignored. Fine enough for me in my line of work, to not be seen as worth seeing! [A chuckle.] If they saw an elf such as you, they would think you quite impertinent for daring to be as tall as a man, and accuse you of having robbed someone for the finely made items you carry. Here though, it seems were are equal oddities.