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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. The small, cheery city of Heropa is finishing some downtown construction work following an attack some months ago. There are enough construction crews still around and on break to wave and raise a cup of coffee in a salute to the most obvious imPorts. You might even be thanked for playing a role in saving the city from whatever happened.

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, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter, there are just as many citizens awed at your presence. Heavy winds have people grasping at their newspapers and constantly brushing hair out of their faces, but that doesn't distract them from crowding you in excitement if you're obviously from a different time or world, or just let it slip that you're a newcomer. Children and young teenagers are especially likely to ask for an autograph and a photo.

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, is just fine as always. Ask the residents about their opinions on the recent two-block space that burned in a fire or the imPorts mixed up in the incident, and the locals will shrug. They're just not interested in talking 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?

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[If this is meant to be a distraction, he couldn't really care less. Let the lady and her brat go- there'll be plenty more like em. But this here should be entertainin.]

They've done plenty enough- showin' their ugly mugs in front of me, for one.

If that's all it takes to provoke you, I suggest you learn to calm down. [Sabriel bites back a sarcastic suggestion that a blinding spell might solve his problems- she's not going to pick a fight.]

Or are you just that thin skinned?

[If she's not going to pick a fight, he can take care of that for her. Or- at least strut his stuff around a little more. Beelzemon leans down for a better look and taps the top Sabriel's head with his gun.

The barrel's not actually pointed at her, ~~but does it really matter??~~]

"Thin skinned"? That's real rich coming from some weakling human.

[And the mark on Sabriel's forehead flickers into life- and as tempted as she is to simply silence him and watch his reaction, she reaches for marks of blindness and immobility instead- and holds them, feeling them at the back of her throat and waiting at her fingertips.]

Weakling? Weren't you listening when they explained that you're not the only person they've dragged here? You've heard them thank you- who do you think did the things they're thanking you for?

[Ooooh glowing lights. He supposed to be scared or something?]

Gimmie a break. A human with some fancy tricks is still the same old thing- a human.

[Sabriel's getting increasingly exasperated, and it shows in her voice.]

You haven't met many imPorts, have you?

[And Sabriel brings up one of her hands, flinging the spell in Beelzemon's face. With any luck he'll be blinded and immobilized for long enough to set up her next move.]

[And suddenly it's dark and he can't move?? Just what is this crap?

The blinding portion of the spell lasts longer than the immobilization, and the second he can move again- his hand flies around, his finger squeezes the gun's trigger and then there're bullets flying everywhere.]

Hey, hey, hey! What'd you do to me?!

[NOT AS PLANNED. Sabriel ends up taking cover behind some construction equipment.]

That was a spell! Did you think you were the only one here with some kind of power?

It don't matter...Cuz no one's got as much power as me! [Aka: paying attention to lectures is for losers, Sabriel!

Beelzemon pinpoints his aim to wherever he heard the girl's voice coming from- using his other arm to try and wipe his eyes off (lot of good that'll do)]

[Unfortunately for Beelzemon, Sabriel's moving- weaving around obstacles as she speaks.]

Anet, Calew, Ferhan! [The spell takes the form of three silver blades that shoot towards Beelzemon with surprising force- and Sabriel's aimed them at his hands and those ridiculous guns, in the hope that he'll be forced to drop his weapon.]

[Finally Beelzemon can see again, and the first thing he sees is three swords headed straight for him.

Now this is more like it. You wanna aim at his hands? Fine then-]

Darkness claw! [As the attack name entails, his claws start to glow a darkish color, and he lashes out at the blades- knocking them to the side. He does drop the gun in the process, but who cares? He's the real weapon here.]

Heh. That all you got?!

[Sabriel doesn't respond- not with words, anyway. Instead, she reaches back into the Charter- for more marks of immobility, of binding and imprisonment, linked together by a master mark of such power that it almost burns her fingertips as she sketches it out and flings the entire spell at Beelzemon.

Time to get him to hold still so she can have a little chat.]

[Aaaaand now he can't move. Again. Too bad it didn't do anything to his mouth. He snarls and tries to struggle against the weirdass invisible binds that're holding him where he is. What a pain in the ass.]

Anothera these stupid tricks?!

Would you rather I set off the largest explosion I could in front of your face? [Sabriel's resisting the urge to put her face in her hands. Charter help her, first Melkor and now this maniac?]

I want to speak with you, not fight you. My name is Sabriel.

Did you even read the file they gave you?

[Bring on the explosions, he can take it.]

What- that stack of papers? Gimmie a break, who's got time for that crap? I've got bigger and better things to do. [Such as...you know. Wandering around the streets aimlessly, threatening people...picking fights with strangers. Reeaaalll important stuff going on here.]

[~~Don't tempt her~~]

Like threatening people who can't fight back?

[Sabriel's not impressed. She's not impressed at all, and actually has to resist the impulse to roll her eyes. This is depressingly similar to her last encounter with Melkor, although at least this stranger isn't ranting about all the people he's killed and tortured.]

[~~It's ok Sabriel, there's nothing to be impressed about~~]

They shoulda kept their dirty looks to themselves. [Enough about the freaking lady and her snot-nosed kid already.]

After the damage people like us have caused this city, I can't really blame them. But if it bothers you so much, improve your reputation.

Or let me put a stronger blinding spell on you so you don't have to see them. [That last comment is probably a joke. Probably. Sabriel can't quite keep the frustration out of her voice.]<>

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