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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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[ to be fair, alfons really was staring. it's not his fault, really-- after everything that's happened to him, the last person he expected to see is edward. he'd sent him home, hadn't he? he'd watched, before he'd died. edward should be back in amestris with his brother, not.. america.

and is it just alfons, but does edward look.. kind of young?

to edward, alfons himself might look kind of familiar on second glance. oh, sure, his colouring is different, and he's older, but doesn't he resemble alphonse quite a bit? ]

I-- [ he blinks at the hostile response to his staring, then slowly sinks down in the chair opposite edward, hands clenching white-knuckled against the top of the table. ] Edward, what are you doing here? How-- Why would they have brought you here, after-- after everything-- [ unfortunately, the idea of alternate timelines hasn't really occurred to him yet. ]

[For a moment it looks like he might snap at Alfons again, but he catches himself when he hears his name and straightens up in his chair to give Alfons a searching look. There's something almost familiar there, but he can't quite place it . . . especially not when his own Alphonse is still trapped in the suit of armor. The comparison isn't quite close enough to make that connection yet.]

After what? How do you know me?

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[ for a moment or two, alfons looks stricken, hurt lancing through his chest, leaving it feeling tight and uncomfortable. he glances away a moment later, though, busying himself with pulling a handkerchief from his jacket and balling it up in his fist.

well.. edward had never promised to remember him. but isn't something strange about this?

he glances back up, uncertain, even a little uncomfortable. edward looks younger. alfons is in the future. had they brought ed from sometime before he'd wound up in alfons' world..? ]

My name is Alfons. [ a beat. ] Heiderich. Alfons Heiderich. [ he fiddles with the handkerchief, taking a careful, rasping breath as he frays the edge of the fabric. ] .. Edward.. how old are you?

[This . . . is definitely not a reaction Ed was expecting. Something in his face softens, a distant sort of concern starting to creep in at the edges. Just who the hell was this guy?]

I'm—almost sixteen. Just another week or two away. [He frowns and after an uneasy hesitation gestures to the chair across from him.] . . . You wanna sit?

[ almost sixteen. sixteen. he'd been nineteen when he'd left munich.

he settles where indicated with a shaky sigh, free hand lifting to his brow. how does he even begin to explain? should he bother? this isn't the edward he'd known. ]

I-- I'm sorry, I did think you seemed younger than when I knew you. [ there's a familiar aching rasp in his throat. the cough is right there, but he intends to keep it down as long as possible. ] Though I suppose by your perspective, we haven't met yet.

[Younger? He wants to argue with him, insist there's no way he's going to buy that, that time travel is impossible, but after everything he's seen . . . Even just everything he's seen today makes it hard to deny the possibility no matter how insane it seems.

Still . . .]

You got any way to prove you really know me? Something I told you?

[ edward is taking this.. pretty well, actually, especially given what he'd told alfons about his temper. the question earns a thoughtful glance, though, and after a moment, the german folds his hands loosely together across the tabletop, the kerchief held lightly between them. ]

--Your brother. He wore--or wears--a suit of armor, ja? But he doesn't wear the armor, he is the armor. He lost his body when the two of you tried to bring your mother back.

[ it still sounds impossible, even after seeing what he's seen of alchemy. ] I also saw one of your homunculi. Envy, I think? You said he could change shape, but on my side of the.. Gate.. he was trapped in one form.

[One moment Ed is beginning to get a grasp on the situation, and the in the next everything he thought he understood goes flying right out the window. He gapes at Alfons in open shock, occasionally emitting a high-toned sound of confusion.]

Your side of . . . [Of the Gate? There was no way— Could he have been in Gluttony??? No . . . No, Envy definitely changed forms in there, and as far as he knew the little slug had never passed through the true Gate.

But this guy knew about him.]

What . . . What the hell do you mean your side of the Gate?!

[ he spreads his hands in a helpless gesture. ] I'm sorry, I don't know much more than that. Alchemy is not my field of study, you must understand, and it was not.. something that generally worked in my.. world. [ a beat. ] This world. Some.. version of this world, anyway. [ a cough bubbles up, and he turns aside, the handkerchief pressed to his lips just in case. it subsides a moment later, though, and he takes a cautious breath.

turning back to edward again, he folds the fabric over on itself again, hands lacing together once more across the table. ]

For the record, you told me that I resemble your brother in features. .. You thought I was him, at first, but.. [ his lips quirk, the expression almost fragile for a moment. ] Well. Obviously, I am not. [ he loves edward in a very different way from a brother's affection, after all. ]

[Nope, he still doesn't understand anything, but at least he's momentarily distracted from trying to sort out just how this guy fits in with what he understands about the workings of the Gate. He has to take the time to truly search Alfons' face, trying to sort out what could be similar to Alphonse's features. And . . . now that he's actually considering it, if he imagines Al's body fleshed out more, blue eyes instead of gold, a little older . . .]

Hhhholy shit . . .

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

slides in this cafe......

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