[kill bill sirens]

[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 someone else's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory might be a haze still and you might even feel frustrated or anxious by the sudden news that you are no longer in your own world and that the Porter scientists and military cannot send you back. You don't get a chance to linger long in the underground Porter lab, but something is clearly amiss; light patches on the floor indicate something else used to sit in that spot in the room. Parts of the wall, floor and the tables look recently refurbished -- something happened in here not too long ago.

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. According to the soldiers, a domestic terrorist attack is the reason why the cheery and small city of Heropa is still under some major reconstruction. For a small city, the amount of outside help called in for reconstruction and repairs has made it livelier than it normally is. Construction workers on coffee breaks wave to the most obvious looking imPorts, some will even salute you. "We couldn'a done away with those bastards if it weren't for good folk like you," they say.

Wherever you go, locals are pleasant and courteous enough, sometimes stepping forward to ask for a quick photo or autograph. 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, while it suffered some damage to its downtown area, never slowed down for a second. For a large city with a bustling population and booming economy, it's quieter than one would expect for it to be, too. If you're trying to avoid the awestruck crowds, you might be able to thanks to everyone ducking under umbrellas and buildings due to heavy rainfall today, provided you aren't letting it slip you're a newcomer to this world. If you're not exactly human-looking or wearing clothes that very much scream medieval ages (or distant future), sorry. There's a high chance the kids are going to crowd you in excitement.

Some locals seem less enthused to see you. They never make an approach, but they can be overheard scoffing and muttering something about cameras. "Who do they think they are?" or "I don't like it... it reminds me of the government corruption back in the eighties." What could they be talking about?

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?

Comments

N-12, or "En" | Original Character

[enternet]

(1) A Heropan Adventure - What's Mine is Mine and What's Yours is Mine

[En is a tall, slender woman in a pleasant green sundress and light studded leather jacket, with a short, modern hair-cut. She walks with very straight posture, enough so that the perceptive would notice how she holds herself. Her expression is wide-eyed, and blank as the folder is handed to her. She doesn't raise her hands, instead staring straight at the debriefing soldier without response. The soldier becomes a bit irate, repeating herself and thrusting the folder towards En, who now very gently takes it. Her smile begins to crease her eyes and there is an awkward moment of staring before the soldier just scoffs and leaves.

The car waiting to escort En is parked right in front of her, and at first she seems to be striding towards it with a languid, uncertain slowness about her long limbs. As she reaches the car, the driver starts it up, but she doesn't grasp for the handle; instead, suddenly, En - and her folder, and her clothing - become transparent with a near-inaudible woosh, and she strides right through the car. Woosh, on the other side she's whole again. She uses the same technique to pass right through the wall of a cafe or bar or restaurant, where you are drinking or dining. She won't address you directly, though, as she instead goes to peer at the selection of food sitting in front of you. As if she literally doesn't see you, she takes your drink or a bite of your food right from in front of you, and gives it a thoughtful taste.]


(5) Nonah - Paparazzi

[En is a tall, slender woman in a pleasant green sundress and light studded leather jacket, with a short, modern hair-cut. She walks with very straight posture, enough so that the perceptive would notice how she holds herself.

The excited reporters were swarming another imPort, who interacted with them gruffly and waved them away. As En practically floated by, she approached one reporter from behind, reaching up a hand to feel the reporter's lovely hat. She begins to lift it from the woman's head when the reporter wheels around on her. She appears shocked that this reporter would react to her whatsoever, and suddenly a group of reporters and cameramen are swarming her.

She looks like an uncertain newborn giraffe in the way she backs away from them, eyes flitting to each reporter in turn. In an incredibly quiet voice, all she says is,]

Stop it.

[They don't hear her and keep buzzing around her. She repeats herself again, hoarsely, and they shove microphones towards her. She looks increasingly uncomfortable, like she might begin to cry, and recoils from touching them.]


(x) Choose your own adventure!

5

[eyelineronpoint]

[A sudden wall of sand thrusts up around En in a cylinder, circling like a storm before expanding and (gently) pushing the reporters back and away. A hole opens in the walls and sand makes a tunnel back over to the sidewalk, away from the reporters now freaking out about sand all in their equipment.

There's a boy standing nearby with his arms crossed and the sand swirls around him before retreating back into the large gourd strapped to his back as he stares at her. All contained, he presses a cork into the opening and gives her a nod.] I don't like it either.

[The attention is overwhelming, even if he's used to it to a degree. He doesn't particularly like strangers trying to touch him either.]

Mighty Max - 02

[crapbearer]

       [ 2 ]

"I tell you what," Max muttered to himself, grinning as he waved goodbye to those two high school girls, "it's nice to get some appreciation for this hero thing for once."

They'd just taken a picture -- a selfie, he'd learned it was called, on one of those rad future phones -- with him, excited to see a real-life imPort hanging out in town. And they'd even called him cute, he thought smugly, not even considering the fact that they probably meant he was an adorable little boy.

He put his hands on his hips, taking in the look of the town. It looked quaint and touristy, or at least it would be when the reconstruction was finished.

He caught the gaze of a little boy near a newsstand, idly eating an ice cream while he stared. Max smiled in return, approaching uninvited as he greeted the child. "Hey, wanna meet a real-life imPort?"

The child's mother startled, whirling to stare at Max before hurriedly taking her child by the hand and ushering him away. "No, thank you," she said quickly, gone around a corner before Max could respond.

Baffled, Max stopped in his tracks, frowning as they disappeared. "Sheesh, hello to you too, lady." He looked down at his wrist, inspecting where the tattoo still glowed faintly under his skin. "What, is it my breath?"

He turned, waving at the next person he saw. "Hey there! I'm an import! Want my autograph?"

       [ or you can write up a new starter c: ]

[glitterateur]

Mabel stops when he waves to her, waving back and skipping over. It's nice to see another imPort so excited about being a hero, especially one who might be her age.

"I don't have anything for you to sign, sorry! But I'm an imPort too, so I don't know if that matters or not. Did you just get here?"

Lapis Lazuli | Steven Universe

[oceanthief]

two;

[ha ha. ha ha ha no. Lapis takes her folder, smiles politely at the guard herding them all towards the exit, but the minute she's out in the daylight she breaks away. they could shatter her gem before they could ever get her walking down that path again.

if one happens to look up in the sky, they might spot a flash of aqueous wings as Lapis flies low over the town of Heropa. it reminds her painfully of Beach City, and perhaps it's the similarity that has her sticking around to explore rather than immediately exiting the premises. she doesn't know what she's expecting, but...it's got to be better than the bottom of the ocean, right?

the place seems to have been pretty torn up by something, but Lapis can't quite bring herself to care. "her" earth or not, this was still a planet she never regarded fondly. sometimes she hovers to inspect something a little more closely, and someone on the street will call out to her. friendly or not, the acknowledgement of her presence always spooks her enough to prompt her to move on immediately.

at the end of her self-guided tour, she finds herself (inevitably) at the seaside. it's here that she finally touches down, looking out across the waves contemplatively. without a thought as to her clothes she wades out into the water, stopping only when the water begins to lap at her chest. her gaze turns upwards now, expression becoming almost appraising.

was it even there, in this universe? was it even worth going back to? that wasn't Home anymore, but neither was this wretched mudball. where did she have to go now?]

wildcard;

[she's nobody's prisoner anymore. Lapis Lazuli may be stuck in another dimension, but she's still a free gem who can carve her own path.

and that path happens to lead her right to the nearest arcade, one of the few things she'd wanted to actually try for herself when Steven had been showing her around Beach City. don't you dare judge her, world. she is not taking any of your goddamn shit today.

nor is she taking any virtual shit today, apparently. Lapis can be found huddled in front of one of the cabinets (Tetris right now) and playing with a grim determination that belies how much fun she's actually having. she doesn't understand how half these games work but she is going to be the very best there ever was if it kills her. both the AI and anyone who dares challenge the weird blue girl are going downnnnn.

this is so much better than parroting back fart noises at comedically opportune moments.]

[ooc; or tag in with your own scenario! I'm not picky. :T]

wildcard;

[somesayinfire]

[blue lady playing video games? yeah, sounds like a regular day around here to Terra—who was just walking around the arcade, but is now focusing on the Tetris machine that she didn't even know this place had, and the person doing her best to wreck the high score.]

Not bad. You know, if you rotate those T blocks at the last minute into a spot they wouldn't have normally fit in, you can get a bonus. [well, if this machine's set up to reward T-spins. she doesn't know, and what is she going to do, check the Tetris wiki? what nerd would do that.]

Euphemia "Euphie" li Britannia | Code Geass

[whitequeens]

[01]

[The girl in the rather ostentatious dress seems somewhat distressed by the whole situation. She's following one of the soldiers around.] I'm sorry, but I simply can't be here right now! Today of all days-- I mustn't be late to the ceremony! Please, can't you help?

[03]

[The same dress marks her as an obvious outsider later, in De Chima. She's swarmed by children touching and poking at the silk, but to her credit she doesn't get upset with them. She crouches down to be more on their level, cheerfully answering her questions. Yes, she's a princess. Yes, it's a very pretty dress. Yes, she knows gallant knights.

She doesn't seem too perturbed, but there are more and more children coming. Perhaps some assistance?]

[Wildcard]

[Yep, still in the huge dress. This time, though, she's looking at a giant map of North America on the wall and seeming... rather perplexed.]

The... United States of America? Excuse me, what is the United States of America?

Wildcard

[greenmamabear]

[You raise an eyebrow at the ornate dress. That looks expensive. Nothing you could afford on your budget. She must be pretty darn rich. What would that be like?

The pink hair and lack of geographical knowledge is pretty weird too. But you've seen stranger.]

Erm.... Its, uh, its a country. A really big country. One of the biggest. We're kind of there now?

The Midnighter | Wildstorm

[grouchinleather]

02. [The 6'5” man dressed head to toe in black leather is clearly not dressed for Florida. Nor does he seem to care about this fact. He's much more interested in learning about this damn place they've stranded him in, interrogating random passersby stupid enough to approach him until he had a decent idea of what was going on.

The Cold War? Still? Seriously?

He stalks up to a random person and asks:]

Hey, the President in this dimension still live in Washington DC, or is this one of those places where they moved it?

[Hey, this a valid question.]


04. [Midnighter doesn't mind the rain. It probably helps that his cowl covers most of his face, so getting wet isn't that big of a deal to him. He's actually pretty grateful for it, as it enables him to slip through the crowds for the most part undetected by keeping his head down and his long leather trench coat shut. Every so often someone would seem to notice him, but they were quickly dealt with by a sharp glare and an obscene hand gesture.

However, one person in the crowd didn't get such a response. A little girl, upon spotting him, runs out from under her mother's umbrella over to him and offers him a small stuffed bear as a token of her appreciation “for everything he's done.” For the first time since arriving in this backwater dimension, his expression softens, and he crouches down to the little girl's eye level.]

That's really nice of you, sweetheart, but that's your bear, you keep him and take good care of him for me instead. Can you do that?

[A small smile forms on his face when she tells him she can, and he pats her gently on the head. Noticing the crowd had taken that as a cue to come near him, he glares, “fuck off” radiating from his every pore. They take a step back. He's so focused on getting people to leave him alone, he's oblivious to the scene he's making.]


05. [He's barely been in Nonah for five minutes, and he already wants to kill someone. That's probably a new record in restraint for him. The Midnighter must have threatened the lives of at least a dozen overzealous idiots trying to give him crap, but it didn't remotely seem to deter anyone from trying their luck anyway. Finally, after the third vendor in a row tries to offer him clothes, he snaps.]

For the last time, I don't want any of your crap! Will all of you just fuck off already?!

05!

[heavyhitter]

[ This guy is hilarious, and Ramir likes him already. She'd been trailing after him since she first noticed such an obvious imPort with such a bad reaction to Nonah's excitement, and he hasn't disappointed yet. His outburst gets an outright laugh, and she slides over to stand within actual conversational range. ]

Don't mind him! [ The startled vendor gets an amused grin. ] He had a bad day. Supervillain ran over his dog, y'know how it goes.

Zero | OC

[kitsuenay]

[3]
[Anyone dashing for safety from the downpour may come across a sheltered bus stop that has a flock of children crowding around a single man: tall, athletic, with bright orange hair, but what stands out most of all is his long fox tail that is currently being played with by 2 little girls, using it as a fabulous boa, and the fact he seems to be able to change his facial appearance. He covers his face with his hands as if playing peek-a-boo, and when he pulls them away he has a new face in varying degrees of ridiculousness to make the kids laugh and shriek. Some scream out the names of famous stars or athletes, or their mom or dad, to see if he will replicate those, but he is neither familiar with those names nor can he directly copy an appearance, so he just makes another stupid face with a gross, bulbous nose or cauliflower ears and the kids don't even realize he didn't listen to their request for Lady Gaga or Peyton Manning as they laugh.

He doesn't seem to mind the attention--loves it in fact--but he'll start getting tired soon.]


[5]
[Zero had always loved attention, especially if it was attention for his heroics. So at first all the fawning from citizens was pretty awesome. All the free stuff or discounts were definitely awesome, since all his stuff had been left back home and he needed clothes and food and lots of shampoo because your tail doesn't look as good as it doesn't without proper care.

However, eventually this attention started to even get to him. And when he had realized they had no reason to be fawning over him, since he hadn't done anything remotely heroic yet aside from finding a bird's egg on the ground and putting it back in the egg after deciding not to eat it, but he was pretty sure that act didn't deserve an offer of a pound of ground beef at 60% off.

He rudely and panickedly rushes past some old ladies on the sidewalk that look prepared to stop him and chat his ear off, and ducks into an alley or an alcove or someone's sunken staircase to lean heavily against a wall, panting, and muttering to himself:]
This isn't normal, they must be some kind of spirit. I dunno what kind, maybe a, uh, uhh--ugh, I can hear Faux reprimanding me for not studying more. Shut up, Faux, I didn't need to know the difference between a selkie and a mermaid with you around, stop being such a butthole--dear god, I'm talking to myself, this is what I've become.


[0]
[Or wildcard him!]

[enternet]

[At first, Zero is alone with his muttering. But then, a semi-transparent woman steps through the wall into the alleyway and, in fact, right through him. He'll feel very cold as she passes through, but nothing strange besides that. She softly exclaims,]

Oh!

[As she steps away from him, there's a woosh as she becomes solid again, and she turns to look at him after moving several feet away. But she just stares wide-eyed at him with a blank expression. What pretty hair and eyes he has.]

Gaara || Naruto

[eyelineronpoint]

02. Heropa

[The saluting is so, so uncomfortable. Gaara can generally handle praise and awe for being powerful or for doing a job well but like, he didn't even do anything here. Whenever someone catches a flash of that tattoo on his wrist (he'd also like to know how the fuck they managed that with his sand around) he gets a nod, or a compliment or even a slap on the back that is 90% unwelcome and there's too many people around. There's also that occasional mother pulling her child away from Gaara and he's had enough experience with that back home to last him a lifetime.

To make matters worse it's super humid here, even more than Konoha in the wet season, and only the surface sand on the beach is dry enough to do anything with it. Which is enough. Slightly damp sand is okay too, if annoying to work with.

So Gaara just makes a staircase out of sand, steps over the railing of the boardwalk and away from the people and other confused imPorts and descends down to the beach to crouch on the sand, fingers curled and moving it around almost like raking a rock garden. Sorry if he weirds anybody out walking on the beach by raking the sand around them or behind them in a path, he's just trying to center himself in this weird freak alien world where nothing makes sense.

04. Maurtia Falls

[At least nobody is bothering him here.

Of course, he just noticed that guy who bumped into you take your wallet. What a jerk. Gaara's sand trips the guy once he ducks down a nearby alley and he walks over, sticking a hand right in the guy's jacket to take your wallet back before bringing it over to you.] Here.

[Except Mr. Pickpocket has a gun and Gaara still doesn't know how those things work. He's guessed before that it needs to be pointed at a person and attacks them somehow, but his sand's probably not going to be fast enough to block a bullet if he's not even aware of what's going to happen. Help your Good Samaritan out before he gets shot?]

.wildcard.

[Have another scenario in mind? Go nuts!]

04

[gentledheart]

[She hasn't been here long herself, but Hinata was still adjusting, taking it in. The buildings, the way it looks like it's almost going to rain but still hasn't despite the persistent gray color of the sky. She's acutally found a nice spot in a park and is watching as far as her eyes will allow her to. It's how she first spots Gaara, through the gray-blue tint of the Byakugan, and while it isn't Naruto there's still a certain amount of excitement to find someone from home.

Narrowing her focus she pushes to her feet and on quick feet makes her way in his general direction, watching the whole time as he goes from playing vigilante savior of some persons wallet to staring down the barrel of a gun. And that pushes her to move faster, she's seen what those do from her watching. And she doubts that Gaara would understand just how much trouble he's in right now.

She calls apologies as she barrels through people she can't see so focused on an ally on the distance. And she rounds the corner of the alley weaving right around Gaara to jyuuken the pickpockets wrist so his muscles lock up and the fingers can't so much as flex let alone squeeze the trigger much to the man's sputtered anger.]

Are you hurt? [She's studying him, the veins around her eyes slowly blending back into her face and her eyes loosing that look of extreme focus. The gray-blue ting fading and color returning. He wears far too much red, but it doesn't look like he's bleeding, so she turns her attention to the pickpocket instead.] What should we do with him?

Shane Botwin | Weeds

[deepended]

(1) Arrival

He'd turned down the free ride. Loudly. Whatever the hell was going on, he knew better than to just climb into the car with the police. Or military. Or whatever group the were working for, Shane was just fine going solo instead of straight to jail. The real surprise was that they let him.

The fourteen year old stood, still semi-shocked, just outside his arrival point. The folder was still in his hand, and it took the wind lightly jerking the paperwork to snap his confused glare away from the uniformed men.

He had a file. A file with his real name on it.

"Oh, shit no."

04 On the streets of Maurtia

His normal street clothes might not perfectly blend in to the local scene, but they were close enough Shane was pretty sure he wasn't drawing any unwanted attention. Definitely way less than the two totally 'inconspicuous' shady gentlemen standing on the corner across the street from the bench his was sitting on. He raised an eyebrow as the cops came, saw, and just drove on by...then grinned. Okay. That was kinda cool. He still needed to find Avi, to find mom, but that was promising.

But, damn. Those guys were painful. The one that had just bought the stuff- heroin, maybe, from the paranoid looks he was giving, or some new kind of drug he hadn't been introduced to yet. Whatever it was, that guy was wasting time dramatically looking around, making sure no one was watching him, instead of just moving.

So of course he had to follow the supplier. If it was that easy to get away with dealing in this place, Shane wanted a good scope on the local players.

Ms Green | Awful Hospital

[greenmamabear]

2

[On one hand, you're out of the Hospital. Away from the monsters, the depressed spleens, the worms, Dr Phage, and the voices. Its like a nice vacation from the pits of hell themselves.

On the other hand, you're still thinking in the second person, you aren't actually back home, the government seems to think you're the color green, which is ridiculous, and most importantly: you still haven't found your son. So its hard to look on the bright side when your vacation is really just another wacky bullshit adventure.

You stroll through the streets idly, thinking over this new situation. As much as you hate to think it, you wish you were still at the Hospital. At least there you had a goal, some endgame. Now there's even less of a chance of getting your son back. And now people are either hounding your down like you're a celebrity or walking away like you're the devil. Delightful. How could they even tell you're one of these "imports" anyhow?

Whatever. At least the weather's nice. You really just want to enjoy the sunny day by this point. What else is there?]

Sparks Nevada | The one where he's a Marshal (help what am I doing)

[hardlyevermiss]

1 or: Florida Runner

“I reckon this is like, super illegal.”

So illegal he isn’t even going to get into the car no matter how much he’s ushered to do so. First he gets kidnapped to some sort of other universe or something, then he gets told he can’t go back, no way to contact the USSA, they somehow got some sort of nanites under his skin (Croach is going to love that one)… well. The list goes on.

So yes, getting into the car with a stranger is pretty low on his list of priorities right now. Nu huh, thanks, he’s fine right here. Once he gets the folder he’s totally going to be reading later (not) from the soldier he just kind of… walks out on her and heads towards the first person he sees. Luckily for him they didn’t take off his Marshal badge, so he proudly points at it before speaking.

“You! Yes, you. Marshal Nevada here. In the name of the Marshal coalition it’s now your duty to… uh, totally explain what’s going on without being creepy about it."



5 or: Guardian of the Galaxy

Well, yes, being called a hero feels damn good. And getting free stuff also feels damn good if you ask him. Sure he’d rather be at home instead of getting free stuff here but he knows better than to look at a gift rocket steed in the mouth. At least for now, while he looks for a way back home- or at least a way to contact people there to let them know where he is.
(Except he doesn’t really know where he is, so. You know. That’s awesome.)

The kids… well, it’s not that he dislikes them but he doesn’t usually interact with them. Awkwardly telling them to stay in school is kind of cool, having them stick around him… less so. But who’s him to push them away if they want to keep around to call him a hero? And they seem to love his robot fist (POW!). Everyone should love the robot fists.

So there’s a circle of kids around him as he powers up the fists with an electronic sound.

1/Florida Runner

[enternet]

[The tall, slender, wide-eyed woman literally just stares at him with a blank expression. She looks behind herself when he points, like she thinks he means someone behind her. She tilts her head.]

Varric Tethras | Dragon Age

[powerinstories]

02; new in town;

A dwarf maybe doesn't stick out so much as a qunari would - being so short means that, at least in a big crowd, it's easier to hide, and other than the height thing? He looks basically human. If a bit old-fashioned piratey in his dress, and is that a mechanical crossbow slung across his back? It's nearly as big as he is.

(Don't touch his crossbow.)

He's enjoying the positive attention, though he's quick to point out that he hasn't done anything yet, but hey, if people want to thank him for showing up, who is he to quibble? It's not until someone asks to take his picture that his brow furrows a little in confusion -

"Picture? What kind of picture?"

And thus, the dwarf discovers cameras. Technology is amazing.

05; the celebrity life

It never takes long for Varric to make a name for himself, no matter where he goes. This may not be Kirkwall, but people are people all over - and people love a good story. Fortunately, he has a lot of them. And he relishes telling them to rapt audiences - especially if he can make a buck in the process.

"- and then Hawke says, 'It looks like the duke has fallen from grace'."

As he flashes that winning smile, applause is to be expected. You can always ask him to tell another one, or snap a photo, ask for an autograph - he'll be happy to provide. Or perhaps you're a criminal contact, waiting for a moment to speak to him privately? That can be arranged, as well.

xx; choose your own scenario!

oh five and yelling hello there hi

[whathawksdo]

It also makes him ridiculously easy to find once the locals start taking note, thanks to those with a night ridiculous tendency to note where interesting imPorts show up all over that internet thing. Whether the familiar voice ringing out from the very back of those gathered to listen to Varric comes as a surprise or not, however, only the dwarf would know.

"Now tell the one where Hawke wins an arm-wrestling match with a high dragon!"

The one that she just made up off the top of her head right there and then, but, hey, a girl can dream.

"That one's definitely my favorite," she asides loudly to the audience, "You simply can't go wrong when a dragon's involved."

holly kujo | jojo's bizarre adventures: stardust crusaders

[unberryble]

02: the homecoming she was (not) looking for

[ There'd been that nice file with all the odd information in it and then those poor stressed men and women escorting her out of that place that'd been in total shambles... leaving Holly where she is now, standing on a street in Heropa and looking around like she's not entirely sure what to do next. It's been a long time since she's even been back in the United States, and last she recalled, she'd been at home in Japan and feeling a bit under the weather... with her mother there, and her father and son off with friends somewhere else. It's about the sum total of what she remembers.

Yet she's feeling much better now, even if everything is so... American. Is it supposed to be March? That'd make spring right around the corner, wouldn't it? Meaning her year leaped forward four months... and twenty plus years. ]

... 50 Holland Drive...

[ May as well start by figuring out where she's supposed to be staying, and move forward from there! Nothing to be down about. After all, she's been told that time here and time at home don't move together, so Jotaro will be fine, and... everything is fine. Yes! She'll choose to believe that.

Which is why she's approaching you and asking for directions with a bright smile. ]

I'm sorry, but could you help point me in the direction of Holland Drive?

[ ... that's actually in Maurtia Falls... ]

04: what a wonderful, lovely city this is!

[ She may have just actually been saying that while clutching her purse to her side. No, she's sure Maurtia Falls is a wonderful city in it's own right. It's simply a little rough around the edges. Nothing wrong with that.

... Even when she's jostled by a stranger. ]

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't -

[ ... see him there. Nor does it seem like he's going to stop for long, because the teen takes off with Holly's purse. ]

Wait! Stop! You can't - that's my purse!

04

[bindsthedead]

[The would be robber suddenly stops moving- completely. He's still as a statue, leaving Sabriel free to pluck the purse out of his his hands and walk with it towards Holly.]

Excuse me ma'am, is this yours? [Sabriel smiles politely, though her accent is obviously English- not American.]

licyn | original character

[bravelyrunsaway]

01 | on my way out of the slammer

[ There is a youngish wolf sitting in the seat across from you, a file held gingerly in his teeth. He's not talking, and he's looking very, very nervous. The van hits a pothole as it drives on, and the wolf in question drops the file, yelps, and promptly tries throwing himself into your lap.

Hello, fellow traveler, help another new arrival out? ]

02 | is there a test for when you burn a hoverboard for magickcraft

[ A young man potentially out of an earlier timeframe in history is engaged in a stare-off with a hoverboard he ganked off some kid earlier. The hoverboard is disengaged, sitting on the ground in front of him unmoving. Licyn pokes it again with a stick. (Look, he knows better than to be in snapping distance of what he suspects is magic.) Sheer blind luck has him activating the neutral state, leaving the hoverboard to rise up a few inches while Licyn, for his part, leaps back a few feet.

He points at the hoverboard. He's terribly offended, skin crawling at this display of magic, as he perceives it. ]

Sear it all, I knew it was magic!

02

[bindsthedead]

No, no, it's not magic- just technology. [Which could be just as dangerous, in Sabriel's opinion, but as a mage, she prefered people keep them straight.]

The only magic here is what people have brought in- there aren't any mages native to this world, as far as I can tell.

[Look at this totally friendly, helpful young lady! Who is peering over at Licyn rather curiously.]

Koro-sensei | Assassination Classroom | (will avoid spoilers for current manga arc)

[otakupus]

[ 01 ]
[ There are things that should not look normal when they aren't. A nine foot tall yellow octopus-like creature looking perfectly at home standing around in this place filled with military and scientists all about is one of them. The bizarrely permanent smile on his face betrayed nothing of the creature was thinking. He was calmly assessing the situation around him with a tentacle tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner. However, upon being handed the file was when it changed.

As quickly as he had opened the folder it was suddenly closed before another tentacle wrapped around it, squeezing it into the smallest ball he could manage. His face had flashed for the briefest of time a shade of red but in the blink of an eye it was back to yellow. With an odd sound of-- ] Nuu! [ --The creature popped the newly rolled paper ball into his mouth and swallowed it. ]

[ 05 ]

[ A pair of soldiers came up to him, motioning for him to follow. His attention turned to their destination which was a car that waited upon them. With another odd sound, a laugh maybe?, was heard when he saw all of this. ] Nyru-hu-hu! [ Waving away the offer for a ride he finally spoke. ]

Thank you, but I think I'll show myself around instead. Your cars are a little too slow for my tastes and besides, soldiers hardly make for fitting tour guides. [ And before allowing for a word of protest, Koro-sensei was suddenly shooting straight up into the air, leaving behind a mess of smoke and dust in his wake. Once high enough in the sky he shot off away from the sight below, moving at his preferred speed of Mach 20, in order to get a good look around.

It didn't take him long to get a good idea of where he was. This was the United States and has he flew over the different cities, he mentally checked off the cities he recognized. Eventually he settled on exploring Nonah first. When he landed Koro-sensei was more than pleasantly surprised by the greeting he received.

So much so that it wasn't long before his two main tentacles were filled with sugary snacks and pastries he managed to get for himself as he basked in the attention from the people of the town. And without a disguise even! Back home he was treated as the villain (for.... obvious reasons of course) by those that weren't his students. Being called a hero and treated as such? The teacher had no idea what was going on at this exact moment but it was safe to assume that the slightly obnoxious sounding laugh as he crams an eclair into his mouth means he's in a very good mood. ]

What a wonderful welcoming this has been!

[ Wildcard ]

[ If you have a preferred scenario in mind go for it! ]

Wildcard!

[hands4healing]

[Winry has seen a lot of different people back home, and here in this world too, but she's not quite sure what to make of the being sitting on the park bench in one of Heropa's parks, eating an ice cream cone. Considering his unusual features, he has to be an ImPort, and she hadn't heard of anyone quite like him before. And, being polite, she must stop and say...]

Hello! Welcome to Heropa.

archer; fate/bullshit (possible ubw spoilers!)

[nockpoint]

( 1. arrival )

[ugh, who's this douchebag? someone put him back, please.

tall, beefy, white hair, stupid looking red butskirt outfit, and grumpy and sort of arrogant looking attitude, archer doesn't look like he's too happy with the situation. he's frowning as he flips through the very specific file they gave him. certainly a liability -- telling a heroic spirit right off the bat that they know his true name isn't a good sign. nor is the fact that the fuck THIS ISN'T THE GRAIL WAR? nor is it the kind of situation that requires a lesser spirit such as himself.

he's going with the flow of the crowd, waiting for a chance to peel off from the group and get his own bearings somewhere else. feel free to follow when he does, i suppose? ]

( 3. de chima )

[ amidst the rain and the weaving commuters, archer is crouched down next to an child's upturned bike, looking plenty normal in civilian clothing as he fixes the broken chain. it's nothing super special or heroic, but easy enough to do — though to many, it's not hard to pick up on the feeling that there's something... off about him.

you know, besides white hair on a guy who can't be more than 29. ]

( 4. maurtia )

[ yeah let's just hang out on the roof of this skyscraper! no big deal, besides, you know, how the shit did he get up there. and why the hell is he brooding like some typical white haired anime (in that stupid red and black outfit, too)? better check it out, fellow heroes. cause this city isn't already sketchy enough, and he definitely hasn't done a thing about like six different drug deals. ]

( 5. nonah )

[ give heroic spirit a broken toaster and nothing else to do with his time... and he's going to sit there on that park bench and fix it. dude. what. do you seriously not have anything better to do with your time? is your existence that meaningless that you're just going to sit there and fiddle with a broken household appliance? really? ]

5

[whitequeens]

[You may not know much about women's fashion, Archer, but even you can probably tell that the dress the pink-haired girl who is watching you is wearing is fairly impractical.]

Ah... are you trying to repair it? It's broken, then?

Arturia Pendragon (Saber) | Fate/Zero

[noblesword]

i ⟅ Heropa; Showered With Unexpected Fame ⟆

[After arriving in Heropa, the young female soldier who'd escorted Saber from Cape Canaveral had left her in the local park to sight-see. Saber had now at her disposal a few things: a brief explanation of this world; the knowledge of why she had been brought (not summoned) here in the first place; a detailed description of how to get to her assigned residence from her current location; and a manila folder, the contents of which was small but was reported to contain pertinent information regarding her abilities, health, and status.

Thus, curiosity pertaining to the folder was only natural, wasn't it? Especially given that possessing a material body in this world (or any like it, for that matter) without possessing a Master was unheard of. She wondered, venturing toward a bench beneath the long arm of a tree budding with new life, would that be explained in the slim document that had been given her? Or would she be left with more questions than answers?

However, just as she was preparing to take a seat and indulge her interest, Saber found herself unwittingly drawing attention, attracting first the eyes of a nearby group of children playing with a throwing disc, followed thereafter by an older group of teenagers and adults who had appeared to be enjoying some kind of picnic. Brought closer by the dazzling sight of her armor in the sun (a very obvious sign that she was not from around here, if ever there was one) they began complimenting her and thanking her for heroic feats she knew nothing about. It was difficult to keep track of the many conversations taking place at her, but she did her best. A kindly spoken, "I'm pleased you weren't harmed in that attack," was offered one elderly couple, whereas Saber spoke more firmly to a zealous young boy, "You should not place yourself in danger. Please let those of us with the designation of hero do the fighting for you. That is our duty." They were words received with beaming faces, hearts swayed by her pride and her charisma both, almost as though the young armored woman were in her element.

But the truth was thus: the longer she spent being bombarded by comments and questions pertaining to things that she didn't fully understand quite yet, the more uncomfortable she was becoming. Masterful at hiding the fact, perhaps someone more observant would still be able to tell? Or, maybe they would even go so far as to lend her a helping hand...?]

ii ⟅ De Chima; Showered With Expected Rain ⟆

[Upon arriving in De Chima, the soldiers warned Saber of the threatening grey skies beyond the shelter of the base. They said the chance of rain was great, and while most of them offered no more than that, there was one who was kind enough to offer the King of Knights an umbrella. Saber accepted gratefully and departed for the city's downtown, which was not far from the base proper, but upon her arrival, was met immediately with the fierce showers she'd been forewarned about.

Fortunately, she had found herself a simple black suit ensemble to wear by this point, not unlike the one Irisviel had once provided her with. For that reason, beneath her umbrella, the rain did not touch her. Only her dark shoes became damp as she traversed the soaked city sidewalks in her attempts to familiarize herself with this world, both so recognizable and so foreign to her.

She thought that, given the weather, she would find herself without interruption in her self-assigned task, but upon turning the corner of a commercial block, Saber noticed someone standing unprotected in the rain. She wasn't certain if they were waiting for someone or if, perhaps, a 'bus' would be along soon to welcome them aboard and in out of the cool downpour, but it was because she did not know that she approached and, without so much as a word, held her umbrella over the stranger's head.

A king protects her people, after all. And even if these people are not those of her Britain homeland, she is compelled by chivalry to be courteous and to protect...with little regard for her own self and the beating of the rain as it falls quickly to soak her pulled back hair, her skin, and the dark jacket of her suit.]

iii ⟅ Wild Card; Choose Your Own Adventure ⟆

[The sky's the limit!]

I

[protozymandias]

[Material body or no, the presence of a heroic spirit is familiar to all servants regardless of circumstances. This man makes no attempt at hiding his presence; in fact, he seems to draw people in as he traverses the unfamiliar cityscape surrounding him, yet that aforementioned presence of Saber's takes priority. Amidst the many faces all around, the simple existence of humanity, there shined a light greater than the others. Something he finds so familiar, yet that certainly isn't the blonde haired, green eyed knight he's familiar with.

Despite that, it's not like he won't approach her anyway.]

Woman. Your presence is familiar, yet your face is not...I ask of you, are you a servant called forth from the grail?

Nakatsu Shuichi / Hana Kimi

[nakatsu]

WILDCARD

You're walking along down the sidewalk, minding your own business. It's a really nice day, the birds are singing, and there are a bunch of kids playing at a nearby park. There's the sound of someone yelling in a nearby park. "Oooooiiiii! Watch out!"

Oh yes. There's a soccer ball flying towards your face too. Think fast.

[eyelineronpoint]

Gaara doesn't have to think fast because his sand will do the thinking for him! So he's not paying attention, and as a result instead of just making a wall for the ball to bounce off of, the sand perceives a threat, makes a fist and grabs the soccer ball before it can smack into Gaara's little glass head.

And then it pops it. PFFP. Ffffffh.

Gaara is left holding a deflated soccer ball and staring at who is presumably its owner and feeling kind of mortified because isn't this familiar. Why. Why is it always playground antics that get him in trouble.

"I'm." He holds out the floppy soccer ball skin. "I'm so sorry."

Thor / Marvel Cinematic Universe

[courtedwar]

At the swear-in

Thor had agreed to help the government of this world fight against the dangers which threaten it. He'd sensed no trick in anything he's been told so far, and outside of wanting a closer look at this Porter creature, he'd wanted for nothing since he arrived.

Well... he'd like his home; standing in the street for thirsty minutes, shouting at the heavens, had shown that either Asgard was not present in this alternate universe, or firmly closed to him.

But he talked to the others at the ceremony all the same, marvelling at the miriad of different worlds and smiling for the pictures the mortals when they asked. Dwelling on home would do no good, and there was, it seemed, much good he could do here.


ooc: Just in case anyone is concerned, there will be no spoilers for Age of Ultron in any tags.

[glitterateur]

Mabel loves swear-ins, no matter how often they seem to end in bombings or kidnappings or buildings being set on fire. She's a social butterfly, what can she say! Plus she gets to show off her stylin' outfits (today's sweater has an armadillo wearing a cowboy hat) and it's fun getting to meet the new heroes.

So Mabel waits until the unfamiliar new guy is done with the latest round of pictures before waving and speaking up.

"Hi! The pictures aren't overwhelming, right?"

katniss everdeen . the hunger games

[insurging]

02.

[ when she arrives, her heart is hammering loud in her ears and the first thing she thinks is that it's the capitol, the capitol found her and they're preparing to throw her back into the games, with all the cold walls and the hum of machines she's never seen. panic had risen in her throat with a wave of nausea, her eyes had dashed around the room and she tries to think, to look, to replace the panic with pragmatism. (people are always watching, be careful what you show them). there's some patches on the floor, she catches. the capitol would never let anyone see an ugly angle. they had a rotten core, but they had always been good at veiling it.

then she's pushed along by some woman, who tells her information and hands her some file and all she can do is owlishly blink, too dazed to demand answers, and instead only stares out the window of the vehicle she was showed to. every fiber in her body tells her to get away from here, but something about this place tells her she can't.

the things they told her? how they want heroes? the things in her folder? how did they know all of this if they weren't the capitol? she catches her teeth chattering, and has to grind her jaw tightly to keep herself still.

the city is ... different. it isn't like any of the districts, but it's obvious its recovering from a war even before they tell her.

she walks down the streets, wide eyed with frayed senses, too aware of every motion and every sound and when people approach her she starts, stares at them dumbly when they ask for a picture and she asks "what for?" but they're pushing a pen and paper into her hands and she has to push it back blank. her ears are ringing, and everything is dizzying. she's no hero she wants to yell at them. her head hurts and she hates this. all of this. she needs to go back. not for the revolution but for peeta. for prim. for gale.

her hands are shaking and she clenches them to make them stop; she takes a step back, and catches a small girl staring at her with wide, starry-eyes. then katniss seen the mother's eyes on her too and recognizes that look - distrust. nervousness. she holds her kid's hand, pulls away at the child's curiosity and katniss feels the drop in her gut as if she swallowed stones.

she has to get out of here. wants to find a place with a lot less people to stare at her and instead turns headlong into someone else. distantly, she hears herself hoarse, dismissive. ] - Excuse me.

1/2

[pariya]

[Despite her small stature of five foot nothing, Pariya still stands out like a sore thumb in this place. Despite being here for two months, she continues to steadfastly refuse to adopt this country's standard mode of dress. Clothing, in her world, is hand made. Not factory made. You make it yourself, or your mother or sister or cousin or auntie makes it for you, and together you sew protective charms into the lining. The result is arduous, but beautiful. She doesn't know if she really believes in the power of protective charms, but that isn't the point. The point is, it has meaning and history.

So she sticks out, in her clothes embroidered with patterns and symbols from top to bottom. Long sleeves and dress even in the Florida warmth. Her only concession has been to wear less of her heavy, ornate silver jewellery than she once used to, but only because someone told her they were like to be stolen. Those pieces are family heirlooms. It isn't worth the risk.

In any case, by now she's used to having people stare at her when she goes about her business. So when the same thing happens to Katniss, she notices. Putting on her most belligerent frown, the tiny girl wades through the crowd, bumping into people as she goes rather roughly.]

Don't you guys have any manners?! It's rude to stare! Shame on you. And shame on your mothers for not teaching you better! Like you've never seen an imPort before. Honestly. Clear off!

Jayden Zharkov | OC | ... whoops hi again guys

[immigrantpunk]

De Chima

[Jayden blends into the civilian crowd quite well; in fact, he's been doing it undisturbed for the last couple of months. At first glance, he's just another mop-headed teenager, hooded sweatshirt up against the rain. He also has an umbrella in one hand and a shiny folder in the other. He's trying to get the folder open with one hand, to remind himself where he's supposed to be going. Instead it slips from his hand and right into a puddle.]

Fuck!

[He crouches down and fishes the folder out of the water – clearly embossed with gold leaf words DE CHIMA POLYTECHNIC – holding it by the top corner between thumb and forefinger. Only then does the sleeve on his gray sweatshirt ride up enough to flash an iridescent word on his skin: Registered.

He clamors into a standing position, all awkward limbs, and nearly walks right into you. He rears back, keeping his head bowed, and uses the folder to shield his wrist from view. He's not in the mood to be recognized for something he fled from months ago.]

Oh, sorry. You don't, um, happen to know how I can get to De Chima Polytechnic from here, do you?

hey there hey

[brushoff]

[ oh it's...that guy. Yuri's kid. The one who he got drunk.

Okay, so he wasn't Yuri's actual kid, but he was a kid and Dorian associated him with Yuri, ergo, Yuri's kid. Dorian provides a striking contrast, wearing a dark brown suit, large black umbrella protecting him from the rain. He...is still kind of grumpy about getting run into but hey, it's Yuri's kid, what gives. ]

Sorry, you're out of luck. I'm only here on business. [ But Dorian's flashing a smile, a sing-song tone in his voice that purely implies 'I remember you'. ]

LEONARD CHURCH | RED VS. BLUE

[defacto]

OPTION 001.

[somehow, church keeps most of his complaints to himself. mostly due to how little he cares about the whole situation, holding the folder like it’s a dirty napkin, gloved fingers rippling thick paper. really, he died and wound up on earth—it ain’t the worst place he could be spending his afterlife. then again, hell starts at the first circle.

to each his own, the sim soldier guesses. the others standing around don’t look quite as chill about the situation, some of them panicking, a majority asking questions.]

Jesus, lady, just give me a couple minutes. I, uh... I can’t read in cars.

[lie. motion sickness is for fucking nancys, but how else is the woman going to let him gather his bearings before whisking him off? where is this anyway, timbuktu?

she gives him the go-ahead and he’s quick to step out of line to walk the faux-nausea off, armoured shoulders and strapped-back sniper rifle sinking with a great sigh. while it’s all very fascinating to see america’s soil up close, he is not new to this whole conscription thing, which is mildly off-putting. instead of lifting a folder of credentials, waivers, faqs, and relevant information pertaining to his new address, however, church decides to inform himself the stupid way (read: often confused with the hard way).

by turning to quiz the nearest person. with the same folder. who likely knows as much or less than he does.]

Hey, look. Can you tell me what I’m gonna’ find when I crack this folder open? You’ve peeked inside a’ yours right?

[his voice filters through his helmet, mirrored visor reflecting the very hot, very glaring sun into his victim’s eyes.]

If it’s confidential crap I’ll pay out the ass for later, I really don’t wanna’ get into it.

OPTION 005.

[armed with a free hot dog and a booklet of restaurant coupons in one hand, and three “thank you!” helium balloons and a flyer for an advertising campaign in the other, church raises his elbows. up and out. a useful tactic for trying to maneuver through the gaggle of children and fussy old ladies just begging him to play crosswalk guard. it is a very delicate process, but while he could bowl through without a care in the world, stepping all over nonah citizens would cause more trouble for him than he has time for.

because he has so many places to go… rather, it’s probably against the law in north carolina. maybe. ugh.]

If one of you hands me something else I don’t goddamn want, you’re swallowing it.

[what he needs is a distraction. a dummy, like pop-up alien targets (used at the boot camps he never attended) or wooden carvings of ducks (used while hunting, where he’s never gone). rounding a corner, that’s when he spots it. his way out. perfect.

church points high above the crowd’s head. right at you.]

Holy shit, isn’t that the popular hero who saved all those hostages in that one bank last year?! I didn’t know they were back in town!

[before making an on-the-dime turn, tying his balloons to a lamppost, clanking off down the sidewalk. bye, hahahhaha.]

option 1!

[insurging]

[ she didn't want to be here either; actually she couldn't be here if you asked her but no one did and she wasn't a stranger to that sort of disregard.

katniss was caught between the instinctive panic, the need to mask it under something more solid, and the stupid amount of questions she had to ask and it instead leaves her staring dumbly at the folder of information of capitol-worthy details.

she slides the folder shut, and her fingers wrinkle its edges.

she starts when the diffused voice calls out, snaps her attention his way and blinks, brows knotting at his armor, at the weapon at his back because it makes her wish she had her bow. it makes her tense, and she has to squint because if the sun was bright anyway, his helmet was now directing it her way, and she glances at the folder in question instead. ] It's about us - things they shouldn't know.

[ she considers. ] New things we couldn't know, too. [ it's a vague answer, but she was never gifted with a talent for socializing. ]

korra ;; the legend of

[bearcat]

02; some (don't) like it hot ( HEROPA )

[ the thing about being a firebender is that you have to rely on your inner body temperature to produce flames; you tend to run hotter than normal. the thing about being from the south pole is that you're used to cold weather — blizzards are a run of the mill occurence during the "winter" months, and not a day goes by where you're not knee-deep in snow.

needless to say, korra and naga aren't having such a great time in the scorching florida sun. she's learned to use her breathing to adjust the temperature around her, but that takes a lot of energy, and unfortunately korra's best friend, a seven-foot tall polar beardog isn't so lucky. for the most part, korra's sticking close to shady areas and parks, hand on naga's shoulder as she walks beside her pet. she's stopped by a few fountains but there's a certain smell about the water that makes korra wrinkle her nose — so after some exploration she'll approach a fellow imPort, looking for help: ]

Hey, d'you know where I can get some cold, fresh water? Or even just fresh water. [ aw yeah, icebending. ] Naga's not used to heat like this.

[ otherwise, korra can be found lounging in the dappled shadow beneath a few trees, leaning against naga with her arms crossed behind her head. there's a nervousness on her features, wanting information but not wanting to wear naga out too quickly. it was bad enough following the car into heropa astride her dog. ]

03; here comes the rain again ( DE CHIMA )

[ hey what's this, oh nothing, it's just a massive dog-bear thing and a buff girl exploring the streets with an umbrella. ... wait, that's not an umbrella, she's apparently holding the water up with magic?? weird, what's her deal? you should harass her while she ignores the chatter from the other people.

okay so this is sort of a wildcard option, have at! ]

05; hungry like the polar beardog ( NONAH )

[ now... this is strange. back in republic city, korra's approval rating was at 8% — she wasn't exactly a well-liked avatar. keeping open the portals to the spirit world and being unable to rid republic city of the spirit vines was bound to make some people frustrated — but still, eight percent?? it's all a little overwhelming at first for korra, politely turning down job offers ("thanks, but i have a job already") and backing away from the more enthusiastic of people.

everything seems to turn around when people start offering things like food, and she can hear naga whine from hunger. they've been exploring the cities for quite a while now, and there's a moment where korra's eyes slide back to the enthusiastic crowds, trying to weigh the options of asking for a few dollars so she can buy her dog some food. eventually she decides she couldn't go along with it, so instead she and naga press their faces to a nearby butcher shop (fish or red meat would do in a pinch for naga, and they seemed to be in a bit of a pinch right now), fogging the glass up with their breath. a few times naga tries to run off and harass a local food vendor, but a sharp word from korra ("naga, wait") keeps her at korra's side.

they're hungry. please feed them. ]

##; the other wildcard option!

05

[eyelineronpoint]

[Gaara found this great place that sells teriyaki on a stick, which is food kind of similar to what food at home tastes like and is a load better than that 'burger' and 'pizza' and 'hotdog' nonsense that seems really popular around here. All of those sound nasty.

But he's just walking along the boardwalk and giving off his most powerful "don't speak to me I'm creepy" vibes so he doesn't get bothered. They don't work on animals apparently, because he feels a nudge on his back almost strong enough to make him stumble and he turns, surprised his sand didn't stop the touch. Must not be a threat.

That...is a huge fucking...something. Animal. That looks at his face pleadingly, then at one of the teriyaki sticks in his hand.]

...Ah. [Why the fuck not. He's probably not going to get to this second one, it was an impulse buy anyway. He holds it out for her to chomp down on.] Here.

jasper | steven universe

[hardnosed]

( DISCLAIMER: I am absolutely not apping this character at this point in time! She has like twelve minutes of screen time and no backstory, and also would throw off the groove of any other Steven Universe character who could ever possibly enter the game. But if she gets more information in the distant future... I kind of want to know how she would work with the setting, okay. Just in case. )

1 (is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, you big single loser)
[ It takes a very, very long time for the scientists to pacify this big orange alien after she busts through the porter, disoriented and speaking only in what are most accurately described as furious raptor noises, not to mention a level of subduing force that's gonna get mostly handwaved here! The important thing is nobody died. Congratulations all around.

To add insult to injury, after they spend all that time getting her calm enough to listen for five seconds, she's literally too huge to fit in the government car. Could she shift herself down a few sizes and make things easier for everyone? Yes. Is she going to tell these worms that? Over her shattered body. Jasper's just spent more time than she ever imagined at someone else's mercy, and apparently she's still a prisoner -- but at least she's one with autonomy over her own motion. She's not going to give anyone an inch more than necessary now that she's finally got that control back. ]

Just give me the files, [ she snarls, yanking her folder out of the benighted debriefer's hands before he can actually give assent either way. They have an operational warp pad and they're still using physical data? It's pathetically analogue, even for her. ] I can get there myself.

[ At this point, she's mostly walking just to walk. She doesn't know if she's actually going to pay a visit to whatever cheap excuse for a base they have or not. One thing is perfectly clear -- until she can get in touch with Homeworld, it doesn't matter where she goes or what she does. She doesn't buy anything these humans have told her, but she also can't for the life of her explain why she's here and how she's alone in her own body, seemingly without any effort on her part. Jasper doesn't remember unfusing or even trying to throw herself up against the walls of Malachite, and she knows the brat would never have willingly let her go. Someone else would have had to split them apart. Someone with destabilization tech, someone who knew what and where they were. How could the government on this third-rate patch of dirt be capable of any of that? And where are they keeping Lapis? There's only one priority that could possibly supersede reestablishing contact with her superiors, and that's ripping her gem out with her bare hands and grinding it into a fine powder.

All of these thoughts (except the violent one at the end there) are lightyears ahead of Jasper's usual level of internal contemplation, so when her aimless, cranky stomping sends her barreling straight into your character, it's totally understandable. Totally. Less understandable is the fact that if she doesn't straight up trip over them, which is entirely possible, she won't be stopping to apologize or acknowledge that a collision even took place! She just strides on in impassive silence, like a furious titan composed entirely of Kraft singles. ]

3 (but it also could be basically any of the other settings, you do what you want)
[ And she just keeps on striding through all the other prompts! It's a little like Brodyquest, except there's no music and the subject is a violent, angry, genocidal space asshole with a rock nose. So it's nothing like Brodyquest. But the problem about walking around and refusing to acknowledge any human presence is that, when you're seven-odd feet tall and terrifying, most people are inclined to respect your desire not to engage socially. That means you don't get answers to the questions you're officially above deigning to ask, as a mighty gem warrior, but which off the record you should probably have just asked your escort at the beginning of all this. She's still not going to stop just anyone to demand answers! All these cities are teaming with civilians, the most useless variant of an already useless species. The only thing they seem to be good for is highlighting her real targets, who they swarm shamelessly. This is how they treat their war heroes? She's not sure what's more pathetic -- the imPorts that allow it, or the weak society that's failed so profoundly to teach them respect. (Also, she literally does not understand what a child is, but she does know that her attempts to question the especially puny humans stupid enough to approach her have had less than desirable results.)

Either way, there's a big orange person staring at whoever happens to be getting mobbed by a horde of grateful citizens at the moment. She's trying to come to a decision, which to the layman means she looks like she's just smelled something rank, and eventually gives an irritated shrug and a grunt before striding forward. They'll have to do. ]

You! [ she snaps, or maybe just says normally. Her voice is ridiculously low and loud, so it's hard to make the call. The crowd parts before her in a Red Sea fashion, leaving little doubt as to who she's addressing, but just to make it clear she points one yaoihanded finger at the person in question. ] You're an imPort.

[ It's a question, kind of. Anyone still hanging around to snap a final selfie is not going to be having a fun time in about thirty seconds. ]

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[bornforwar]

(i will never app this character either, i just want to see if it devolves into a stupid armwrestling match or something)

[What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? Because that's pretty much the situation when Jasper runs right into another improbably huge white-haired woman. And how rude, she doesn't even say sorry or anything. That's not very nice, and unfortunately, Glory is not a terribly nice person either. Well, until you get to know her. She reaches out to grab Jasper by the shoulder as the orange woman storms past her.]

You seem to be in a hurry. You're going to hurt someone doing that. [Not her, of course. She just kind of slid to the side slightly.]

HATTORI/FUKUBEI | 20th century boys

[maskacre]

( HEROPA )

[ The boy, about twelve years old or so, with faded red marks around his neck and wearing his school clothes (a white short sleeve shirt and shorts, nothing fancy), floats about five feet in the air, taking obvious pleasure in the small crowd around him.

Yes. Look at me.

No tricks this time; he is floating, truly levitating in the air. Everything he's heard, been told, since his arrival has been encouraging to Hattori, perhaps even dangerously so -- from "if it weren't for good folk like you," he hears "if it weren't for you." Him. A savior to the people of this unimportant world, at least if he wanted to be. "Hero" isn't the word for him, "savior" is better. People are finally watching him, admiring his talents -- however new these ones may be -- with appropriate awe.

Of course, it's too hot here, but it can be forgiven. He's never been to America before. When he lowers himself back down to the ground he walks with his head high in the direction of downtown, following the scent of the sea (though he can't see it) wherever it would lead him. Down the sidewalk toward a malt shop... he is no hurry, though he will still for the most part ignore anyone he passes by unless he is spoken to.

He indulges, like a kid might, in the free malts offered to imPorts, but the reason is more than simply ice cream. The spoon beside him is bent backwards and he knows there are others like it; all the spoons in the shop should be bent, and here he had invested no effort at all. No tricks this time. ]

( WILDCARD )

[ Just in case. Anywhere! Anything! ]

athos ; the musketeers ; ota

[desequilibre]

❚❚❚❚❚ a.

[ They'd been quick to subdue him when he had first woken up. Perhaps that is the only reason he is letting himself be ushered out now, that they had been so capable in the first place. Maybe he's still in shock and it will come tumbling down around his ears soon enough. Or perhaps it's just a fever dream and he is back in his bed, sweating up strange visions of a world that doesn't exist. Though the latter is the least likely, it's still the one he hopes for the most.

His uniform thankfully remains the same, the leather of his glove obscuring the place where the strange light had appeared on his wrist. He is glad for it, he does not want to see it again so soon. His body feels strange even without it, feet carrying him out to where the soldiers reside. One passes him a file with his full name embossed on the front and he swallows back a sickly kind of rage before he folds it under his arm.

❚❚❚❚❚ b.

[ The heat is almost unbearable at first. He can feel it beating down from the sky and all but burning through his leather. It makes the back of his neck prickle with sweat and his ill-humour rise monumentally. They told him that the name of the city was Heropa but he has never heard of it before. He has certainly never seen anything like it either, the strange buildings and carts forcing hysteria to claw at his throat. Athos keeps his head down as he walks and ignores every call for his attention. Some look curiously at the sword attached to his hip or the pistol in his holster, some avoid looking at his weapons all together and instead smile at him with wide and unnerving looks. There is something about him that sends the locals flocking to him as though they want to speak and Athos ignores them as much as he can. Sometimes his insistence to keep walking doesn't work and so he snarls out a response and watches as whoever it is recoils.

He's gone mad. It's the only explanation for it. He has finally let illness claim his heart and mind.

And yet there is a realness to the place that he can't deny. The feel of the ground underneath his feet, the shine of the sun pricking at his skin. When the people speak they do so in English and he can understand them word for word. That does not make him feel any better.

It's through fending off another barrage of curious questions that he steps into the road without thinking, his hand up to ward off the child speaking to him and keep the sun out of his eyes at the same time. Of course that means he doesn't see the car.

Not that Athos would know what a car was. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ c.

[ After his narrow brush with death Athos sticks resolutely to the shadowy places of the city. He know he has somewhere he could go to get some rest but that feels too much like defeat for his tastes. Instead he prowls around the sidewalks like an angry and slightly feral looking cat.

Hopefully he's screaming do not approach with the narrowing of his eyebrows. Who knows. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ d.

[ WILDCARD. TAG ME WITH WHATEVER YOU WANT. ]

B

[illuminescent]

[She doesn't really get cars either, but she does know a danger when she sees one, so she reaches out and grabs him by the collar and pulls back.

The thing about Lucy is that she is much stronger than her tiny frame would allow anyone to believe, and fear lends strength. She does not want this stranger so injured. The car moves past them, honking, and she gasps as he topples a bit against her.]

Sir, are you all right?