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etcelsior2015-02-28 03:23 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2015-02-28 03:23 pm
owning your okayness
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 someone else's thread, either!
And remember to have fun!01. Your memory is still a haze and you might feel frustrated or anxious, or maybe the sight of an underground lab you've just been led from by an escorting soldier with dried blood splatters on the floor stirs something else in you. The soldier apologizes for everything you have to see; a recent attack has left the underground lab in Cape Canaveral in near shambles. Military personnel move past you, focused on the sorely needed reparations and clean-up. You're ushered out quickly and then suddenly, you're enveloped in a faint blue blue light before you find yourself under the bright Floridian sun. Another soldier steps toward you with a smile, directing your attention to a car near a large gate. She mentions she'll be debriefing you soon, handing out a brown folder. You don't see the digital tattoo on your wrist, but it's quickly explained on your way over to the car as you realize there are other confused faces nearby, all holding files of their own.
02. The city of Heropa is worse off than the base in Cape Canaveral. The streets looks as if either a hurricane passed through the city or a small recently made it their personal wrecking grounds. Asking anyone will reveal it's the latter... sort of. None of it was intended. The locals are nice, busy with cleaning up the streets and fixing their shop windows and doors. They normally would love to take pictures with you, Hero, though they are preoccupied with work. Every now and then, however, anyone who is so obviously an imPort will find a local backing away from them nervously, pulling their child back with them before closing a door.
03. De Chima, Virginia, hasn't had the same rotten luck as Heropa. Downtown has closed off some streets for repairs, with parts of the street torn out or shop windows shattered, however people in this big city carry on with their daily lives. Anyone who is quite clearly an imPort may find themselves the center of attention, particularly with young children who rush over to you on their hoverboards. Some of the adults passing through smile and wave at you. Thank you, they say, thank you for stopping that domestic terrorist group. The country owes you. They feel even safer with an elected imPort Ambassador watching over the city.
04. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, has, as always, avoided any major or minor damages. Ask about the Hornets or the recent fights between imPorts and the locals will shrug. Don't get them wrong; they're glad those damn Hornets have been dealt with, but they don't want to discuss politics. Try asking the local imPort Ambassador. What's his name? Ryan? Revan? They don't offer any more information. Naturally for a big city, the people are somewhat aloof in nature. You might even notice the police are just the same, turning their heads the other way when two shady figures exchange fat wads of cash at the street corner. Did the police just drive away in their hovervehicle without bothering to observe what those two were up to? They sure did.
05. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities. It's loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. Anyone who they come to determine an imPort is bombarded with all sorts of offers; job offers, advertising gigs, spokesperson for advocating children stay in school, etc. Anything and everything! You name it. Shops offer discounts for food and clothing, whatever they need. People flock in droves with questions, but they all say the same thing. Thank you for your service to this country, Hero. You saved a lot of lives. Wow, feels great to be a hero, doesn't it?
wow carver this one was so not her for once
Uncool street performer territory, Carver, this is what people are thinking! That's terrible! Or would be! If she knew, anyway, although she would probably claim it suited Mr. Big Bad Grey Warden just fine and dandy.
But at least the children have gotten lost, so good, that's good. ]
You know, I offered to help you with that before and you growled at me.
[ Probably because she grabbed it without asking first, but whatever, whatever. In any case, this time, all it takes is her finally propping herself back up, taking one look at her unfortunate brother, with all his whining and being stuck on his own weapon and the puppy dog eyes, and immediately puts her face in her hands to fail at stifling round two of laughing. So here we have the Champion of Kirkwall, laying on a sidewalk, trying so hard, so hard not to break a rib or two from laughing this hard.
Carver, stop being a dog. Stop being a sad dog. It's making this far too difficult. If it were anyone else, it'd be easier, but no, it had to be her brother, just had to be. ]
"for once" doesn't absolve all the other times, his assumption still stands
You snuck up on me. You know better!
[ He's a fighter, his first instinct is to punch whatever comes at him from behind. Or in this case, whirl around growling and nip at, but hey, he doesn't have fists at the moment. He has canines. And he's still whining. He can't actually stop this, it's entirely involuntary. ]
Andraste's tits, Hawke, if you don't stop laughing and start helping now, I'll bite you!
[ He hobbles closer. How in the world does he think he's getting close enough to bite her? (He's probably going to fall down on her and go gnawgnawgnaw.) ]
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He's threatening to bite her, so maybe she should actually do something now. Mind you, Hawke isn't particularly worried about being bitten, since she's fairly sure she can outrun a three-legged mabari, but... ]
All right, all right. Maker, Carver, will you stop whining? I mean, literally whining. You're making this even more ridiculous.
[ Hawke pushes herself back up properly this time, sitting on the sidewalk and beckoning Carver to come closer. Once he manages to get within reach, she'll make a grab for the strap that's keeping his leg trapped and do her best to pull it loose without hurting him.
Probably won't succeed in that entirely, but, hey, trying, trying, and that thing is tangled and attached to something heavy! ]
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I'm not whining. I'm complaining.
[ He's literally whining and he knows it, but stopping is taking super(dog)human effort. What really makes him stop is yelping during the process of having his leg worked out of his straps - sending the weight of his pole weapon crashing down to the street. Carver dodges to the side, ears pressed flat against his skull. ]
Watch it!
[ That was way too loud to his precious, precious ears. He stares at the halberd, the straps dangling off himself as he lifts up a leg to get a better look, then back to the halberd. How in the world... ]
Now how am I supposed to carry that... you'd think they could bloody well come up with an explanation for this magic!
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[ She isn't letting this go. It is so whining. That said, once his leg is free, she's climbing back up to her feet and dusting herself off before giving the halberd in question an exasperated look.
Hawke knows where this is going, as she's the only one left with opposable thumbs here, but she'll try, try to avoid the fate of having to carry both her own staff and her brother's dumb weapon. It's bound to be awfully heavy. ]
We could just leave it here. Do you even like that one?
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What am I supposed to do, strip down and go doggy whenever some idiot gets themselves into a tight situation?
[ He can't literally be the muscle all the time! Though in truth, he'll miss his big, steady hunk of crafted steel.
... He wants his sword back. How does he get his sword back? ]
You have hands. And thumbs. I have paws.
[ He holds one up, offended by its massive existence. ]
I'll barrel through the children and the fans if you carry it for me?
[ THAT IS NOT A SWEET OFFER and the imploring tone of voice he uses at least replaces most the whining, but doesn't change the fact that Carver knows he's banking on Marian's good will. ]
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[ Remember that voice she speaks to their actual dog with? That one? Like she's talking to a baby? Yeah, that's the voice she uses, but thankfully only for calling him grumpy.
So long as he's offering to barrel through people, well! ]
But fine, I'll carry it. [ Carver's just lucky she has an awful lot of good will towards him. Huh, must be a sister thing. ] It's hard to say no to a sad face like that, anyway. It's such an improvement over your usual one!
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Thank you.
[ Not for the comment on his dog face being an improvement over his normal face. For carrying his weapon. He strides ahead looking suitably offended, which makes for stiff legged walking.
Or strutting. It's hard to say. ]
Where were we heading in the first place?