HE TOLD ME SEVERAL TIMES THAT HE DIDN'T LIKE MY KIND

[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. 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, deeply masculine 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!"

"That's just what Ronald Chump says!" Exclaims a young woman. She raises her fist in anger at the imPort-hating individual. "We're not going to tolerate bigots here!"

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. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices. Be forewarned: since FanPort happened, imPort fandom is at a new height. Don't be surprised if people start following you just to see if you'll do anything TMZ-worthy.

The trick is to stay calm, and don't wig out if someone asks what you think about imPort shipping.

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania, is having a rainy day. The streets seem to be running with water, the sky can't seem to stop crying. You might want to check out some consumerism-inclined shelter, be that a smoky and dart-eyed bar full of grumbling locals, or a grimy and industrial coffee shop (full of grumbling locals). Watch your step, newly minted imPort, because if you let on that you're fresh meat then you're likely to attract a posse of two or three sharp knuckled no-good-dooers. This is the criminally exciting part of town, so beware.

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. There's a baseball game going on in one of the parks amidst all those tall buildings, and you're welcome to watch! It's not an official game in the season, it's more like a friendly skirmish between local baseball teams. Midway through the game, the umpire might take note of you new imPorts -- assuming you're standing out in the crowd. He'll welcome you to throw a pitch if you'd like! Of course, the opposing team isn't too keen on the idea. Better look for more imPorts to play ball!

Comments

[safelittlegreenmage]

Oh good, I haven't been using the wrong titles then. Some nobles get so finicky.

[If he actually suspected her of nobility, he'd probably play less of the clown.]

[safelittlegreenmage]

[Briar shoves his free hand into a pocket, eyes sparking with professional interest]

Really? What sort of herbs? Some of the ones I've spotted here I don't recognize.

[hellnyah]

[Jibanyan's head snaps up so he can look at Ken, his eyes wide open and cat-like (despite being covered in snot and tears, gross), and he seems.... quite surprised that Ken is talking to him.]

Nya?

[that wasn't a fucking answer, jibanyan]

b

[hellnyah]

[Jibanyan isn't expecting anyone to come talk to him. Nah, he's used to people not even being able to see him! But he is a cat, so when he hears a voice nearby, his ear perks up, and he listens. Who are you? Huh. That sounds like an interesting conversation.

He sits up and looks at the source of the voice to find it's a pretty girl, and-- oh! Is she talking to him?!]

Ny-nya?! You're talking to me?

[mymarksman]

[ Oh and Medraut's eyes are just glimmering with interest as well. He's just SUPER excited as he talks plants ]

I've spotted a few that I don't recognize either, but there are some like chamomile and thyme that seem to be found everywhere—oh! And the aloe plant as well, I've seen a few people with it on their porch.

1/2

[hellnyah]

My ears, nya?

I'm not doin' anything with my ears...

[Jibanyan sits up a little and reaches up, grasping his own.... ears...]

[hellnyah]

NYA-HAAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!!

I got turned into some kinda cat-human monster, nya!

I'm nyever gonnya get back to Keita-kun or the house like this! Nyoone's gonna recognyise me!

[monge]

[Despite Jibanyan's plight, Komasan can't help but...stare.

In awe.

There are literally sparkles in his eyes.]

M-MONGE!! I didn't know that was a thing you could do by yourself, zura!!

[He even starts to grab at Jibanyan's ears, petting them like some kinda weirdo.]

[idesof]

[No high five comes. Instead, March claps him on the back and deftly, ever-so-paternally, pushes that red lock behind his ear. You have no style, punk child, let him help you.]

Excellent! You have that greatness in you, dear, you always have. [One more pat to the back, there's a good murder baby, look at his little toesies, look at his hair my God man take your kid to a barber this is outrageous.] Shouldn't be too long now, if I'm honest.

[Because he's getting murder itches and Countess needs to feed. Now, so does Tristan. Those are all valid reasons to murder people.]

[hollowly]

( he really does his best not to keep staring for longer than he can get away with - and let's be honest, it's jo, so he won't be getting away with anything - and he sweeps a hand back through his hair, an incredulous, almost disbelieving sort of scoff filtering up from the back of his throat. )

How long have you - ( been alive? ) - been here?

[resipiscent]

Uh, you'll just be you. ... Anyway. As previously stated, do what you want, just don't be a butt about it.

Rainbow Raider | DC Comics (Pre-Crisis, The First One)

[hueisthisguy]

01 { Heropa }

[ Roy G. Bivolo is undercover. Or, possibly more accurately, he's not currently dressed up in costume and running around robbing art museums. You know, like normal. Unlike his eye-searing shirt.

He stops and listens to the argument between the locals, sipping his patented Free Drink with raised eyebrows. Turning to the nearest person (or maybe the import that started the debate), he can't help but say - ]

Paint a target on the city's back, huh? Personally, I'd rather paint the town red!

[ As well as all the other colours, really. He's not picky. He laughs a little at his dumb joke. ]

02 { De Chima }

[ Now here's the costume; Rainbow Raider in all his rainbow glory! He'd just stepped off his rainbow for a second, when a gaggle of imPort fans excitedly asked for his picture. Well, how could he say no?

He grins widely as he poses. Now this is the life! There's just one thing his poor mid-80s mind doesn't understand - ]

You want to post it on your... "blog"? What's that?

{ Wildcard }
[ There is a man in a rainbow costume running around on a rainbow, who has stopped briefly to look at something / recognize you / choose your own adventure here ! ]

wildcaaaaard

[pullback]

[ Being from 1891, Victor Frankenstein had to adjust to a lot of things very quickly once he was brought into this world. Widespread use of hovering cars, the prevalence of electricity, people showing their ankles, things like that. Needless to say, there is no way on Earth he expected to find a man who's wearing a ridiculous rainbow outfit and traveling on a rainbow himself.

He knows he's sober but he's kind of questioning that right now.

So, as Rainbow Raider looks over at him (undoubtedly because of his anachronistic attire), Victor just looks right back. ]

I assume something more subtle was out of the question?

[ says the man who dresses in monochrome ]

[vorbarra]

No, he's from past even my time, the furthest ahead of all of us.

[ Gregor wouldn't think anything of it but that his poor mother deserves for once in her life to be better treated. He resolves to start that now. This isn't as much of a vacation for himself as he'd first thought, but it's still something of a one, and it absolutely can be for her even moreso than him. ]

Take all the time you need, [ he says firmly, though still in his soft tones. Gregor is habitually a quiet person, but with his mother he's not sure his voice will ever reach a higher register than this, simply out of suppressed emotion and deference (and a lurking, throat-clenching reluctance to seem at all like his father). ]

We've an extra room here you may use until you recover enough to seek your assigned housing. Please stay as long as you like. [ There's some element of subtle plea to that, Gregor having a hard time stepping away translating directly into having a hard time letting her out of his sight at all. At the same time, he feels unnerved, almost unstrung-- what does he do with her? How does he act? And, God, worst of all, how can he possibly be open about Miles with her...

No, that's one thing Gregor can't think about and have any hope of acting the dutiful, put together, unhaunted son. ]

2!

[airshow]

[ Really, Trickster should be the last person gaping at a supposed-to-be-dead guy walking around like it's no big deal. Unfortunately, that isn't how this works. ... Okay, it's either that or he's staring at the rainbow. You pick.

In any case, he perks up right away, waving with the sort of obnoxious enthusiasm that only he can muster and answering the question before Roy's new fans can. ]

It's this amazing new technology that allows everyone in the entire world to read your diary and then argue with you about it!

[knifecollecting]

You want to take a picture? [She laughs and watches him closely. That scoff has her shaking her head. Honestly.]

It's been about ten months.

[hueisthisguy]

[ Roy is indeed staring back, wondering if this person is a reenactor of sorts? Or perhaps one of those villains who likes the old-timey look. Or any number of reasons; who even knows. ]

Why, that would miss the entire point! [ He puts a hand right in the middle of the rainbow of his chest. ] It's flashy, it says right out who I am and what I'm about! The Rainbow Raider!

[hueisthisguy]

Amazing! Though I can't say I understand the point. Defeats the purpose of a diary, doesn't it?

[ And then, having turned to the newcomer, he double-takes and stares a little. That grin, that light grey hair, it seems awfully familiar. ] Why is that -- no, it can't be! Are you...?

[pullback]

[ The Rainbow Raider...Victor's faced down vampires and witches and right now he'd gladly take either of those over some garish lunatic calling himself the 'Rainbow Raider.' How on Earth is one supposed to respond to that in the first place? ]

Flashy is putting it mildly. [ it's tacky as hell. ] So tell me, how precisely does one raid rainbows?

[dejerate]

Hey. Don't count me out just yet.....

[Yuu takes a few hits, but does block some. One of which, he uses the chance to attempt to strike back, attempting to push the Replica back and give him more room to consider the situation. A chance to get his breath and ask Ashuramaru for more power.

Then he himself is back at it, faster than before, stronger, striking harder as he swings Ashuramaru to try hit the Replica's side.]

[angelfire]

[ Her? Well, that was always possible. Lucifer didn't take too much from it, and instead unfolded his invisible wings, almost silent. ]

I'm a little more adventurous than that--try to keep up.

[ The next moment, he was stand in his church in Miami, leaving nothing but the sound of feathers behind him. If Inanna couldn't follow, he supposed he could always come back... ]

[angelfire]

"Doesn't make much difference here. Your enemies come back to haunt you, no matter if they're dead a dozen times over." He tipped his head. "I mean, I'm not trying to pop your bubble--consider it a warning, that's all."

"This place even brought in Death herself, once. Let's just say she wasn't impressed."

[angelfire]

[ It's interesting that obedience is the choice that Sam makes. Truly, he could probably have turned around and walked straight out the door, but if he'd done that then he'd have been denying his thriving, insistent need to know the truth, at all times, no matter what kind of danger it put him n to hunt it out. That was just what Sam was like; he couldn't let things be, no matter what. He had to know.

And let's face it, that was why the hallucination had gotten its claws into him too. He'd had to say something.

Sam could have walked out the door, but his valuable resource and all the threat that went hand in hand with it, would have taken flight, so that when he turned around and walked back in he'd have been gone. Instead, Lucifer shifted over very slightly on his stool when he was joined, turning his body very slightly toward him.

While the man doesn't look him in the eye, Lucifer does just that, hunts Sam's expression and the soul beneath it, to try and pick out just which Sam he's facing down this time. Hallucinations, yes, but is this the same one who tried to close the gates of Hell, and almost got himself killed in the process? ]

I'm really here. Some version of me has been, almost from the beginning of this place. It's tried its level best to hold onto you and your brother, too, over the years. [ Lucifer down his own shot, and taps the bar. He doesn't have to drink, but in this situation it's practically playful the way he approaches it. ]

[lightinside]

"Oh no, that tactic is a thing back in my world. I just think it's more directed at little kids than grown men." Laurel replied, casting a glare in the direction of the men. She's waiting for them to make their move, to try to take her down.

The other woman's words catch her attention and Laurel is now looking at her, a little stunned by what she could see. Did her eyes really just?- It seemed to draw the same reaction from the men as the closest one to Laurel reached out with a hand and took a hold of her arm.

Bad idea.

[dirtyredneck]

"Good." It was a simple answer, but it was honest. He was glad she was sticking close to the family. Might make her more than just another Alexandrian someday. If she wanted that.

He took a moment, licked at his lips, nervous and not sure what to do with himself now before giving a glance around, "Shopping for something? You need any money? The government, they gave me a little."