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etcelsior2016-03-26 04:35 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2016-03-26 04:35 pm
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OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
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. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Some of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and others might not say anything. In fact, some people might back away from any imPort who quite obviously looks like they aren't from around the neighborhood. Once in a while there's a look of disdain on someone's face and hushed voices. An upset voice wonders aloud: "More of them, when we already know they can't protect us? That's just painting a bigger target on the city's back!" However, they're quickly hushed with a judgmental: "They helped save the cities, and it's the Soviets you should be angry with anyway! The imPorts are here to protect us!"
02. 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. Many people are out and about taking care of their regular business, 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 spies. "How can we trust any of them now?"
03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is not as friendly and its citizens tend to go out of their way to avoid walking down the same sidewalk as the more obvious looking imPorts pass through. Local cops say nothing, but they scowl at those imPorts and mutter under their breaths resentfully about "vigilantes". However, not all locals turn the other way seeing imPorts; some of them will offer a polite enough smile and thank them for their help in overthrowing the trespassers. They don't stop to clarify what they mean, though.
04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; 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. Advertisements are abound for imPorts to make appearances at various, televised celebrations, luring them in with promises of free food, merchandise, and payment.
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different.
The Dog Formerly Known As Sam stops wagging when the man-cat (cat-man? The sight is confusing enough, but these smells aren't helping matters either) works up the curious courage needed to approach him. It doesn't seem... aggressive, at least, which is something. Sam keeps from tucking his tail under him completely, but it's clear from the way he closes his panting mouth and ducks his ears that this is as new for him as it is for Six. Gonna be honest with you, weird cat buddy, he was hoping for a lady who likes giving belly rubs. Maybe even a cute lady with a burger. He was not hoping to get poked inquisitively with a stick.
The dog looks at it. Gingerly, he takes the end of it in his mouth.
Then, much less gingerly, he gives it a hard, playful tug, his bushy tail going again. If he can't get the guy to pet him right, maybe he can teach him tug-of-war.]
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[ From the way his ears and his tail jump, he didn't expect that sudden tug. He loses his grip on the stick, which means that Sam earns it with nary a problem, but the surprise doesn't last for long. ]
Hey.
[ Six might not have caught on to the "play" part of this yet, not really, but play he does: he reaches for the stick, trying to snatch it back. ]
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Oh, oh, now the guy's getting it. Sam grins around the prize in his mouth as he dodges Six's attempt, jumping out of the way and then prancing proudly in place, head held high to display his trophy (and provoke a challenge). His back teeth clack against the wood as he adjusts it for a better grip, bits of bark sticking to his tongue unpleasantly, but hey, sacrifices must be made for the sake of a good game.]
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[ Never let it be said that Six is too proud to chase after a dog.
In fact, it is a matter of pride, because he is a shinobi and the Warrior of Light and if he can't get a stick back from this hairy not-wolf, then how would he ever live it down? That's why he lunges at the next opportunity, ears all the way forward and tail all the way up, determined to snatch the branch out of Sam's mouth.
This involves scampering around on a sidewalk in the middle of the day in front of a couple dozen people, but who cares about that? ]
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Sam is a quick dog, but not that quick, and soon enough the cat-person is going to have a good handle on the edge of his stick. But that's all right with the shifter - that just means the game has changed to tug-of-war. He worries the wood with a playful growl, his butt in the air to show off a happily wagging tail as he pulls.]
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[ If he were feeling any less triumphant, and if he understood how cellphones worked, he'd be doing something about making a spectacle out in the open. But he is not, and he does not, and now he's pulling on the stick with one hand, heels digging into the cement - he seems able to bend quite a bit more than your Average Joe - as he laughs.
He catches the growl and, without really thinking about it, reaches up to yank his mask down, giving the dog a show of teeth in return. ]
Don't growl at me, cur. You started this.
[ And with one mighty yank, he'll reclaim the stick with a flourish, holding it above his head...while still kneeling on the ground. ]
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If Sam could answer that insult he would, but his mouth is full of stick and -
- oh, suddenly it's not. He barks up at Six in offense, but even still it's playful. Losing doesn't matter, not to a dog - the Game is all the matters in the end, and that was a Good Game. Of course it's about then that Sam first notices the little crowd that's giggling and filming, and his tail droops some, uncertain.]
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...damn it.
[ He'd forgotten, for a moment, where he is and what has happened. He'd forgotten that this wasn't some hidden alleyway in Ul'dah or Limsa, and that this wasn't some new creature to acquaint himself with, but but an alien, on an alien world. And he'd forgotten, as well, that there is an extra strike against him: he is unlike them, and that has never gone well for anyone.
Very abruptly, Six is back on his feet. Pulling the mask back up is a waste of time and it's fine: he can level a hard, hot glare at the people that suddenly seem less inclined to take pictures. ]
What? Something to say?
[ He shows his teeth again. ]
Let's hear it.
[ They don't, in fact, have anything to say. He's going to make an abrupt turn and walk quickly off, before they think of something (and before he loses his temper). ]
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Maybe it's time he did the same. It was a good afternoon, a good game, but he shouldn't press his luck.
Sam quickly trots off from the dispersing crowd to find his clothes and a place to shift. One thing's for sure - he'll remember that one's scent.]