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etcelsior2016-04-23 05:51 pm
maskormods) wrote in etcelsior2016-04-23 05:51 pm
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HE TOLD ME SEVERAL TIMES THAT HE DIDN'T LIKE MY KIND
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!
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Dean was rough, intent. He brawled with the men, and every time he took a blow it sped him up rather than slowing him down. He dug his heels in and became if anything more vicious, more determined, and it was everything beautiful that Cain had become, after he'd become a demon.
Lucifer let it go. His work really was done, all it had taken was the right comment to the right person, and the bar had fallen in on itself. Not really Dean's fault, it wasn't like he'd started it, or even thrown the first punch. ]
Behind you.
[ It wasn't much inflected. A man was throwing a bottle toward Dean's head. ]
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The only time he really remembered that Lucifer was there watching the show was when the blow from behind came slicing through the air, leaving Dean to dodge out of the way and knock into more men in the process. It was practically turning into a mosh pit of fists and stomped feet, aiming where he could and ducking out of the way with all the rest. Necks were wrung and used to fling people in another direction, bowling men out of the way and blowing out knees. At one point, Dean even shouted over the raucous, not so much using words as emphasizing his point of attack, dropping down low like a bull and shouldering his way through men.
Other patrons were finally skidding their way to freedom, booking it through the door as Dean took another clip to his cheekbone, a fist skidding across his face. ]
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Lucifer stood, the moment everything stilled, and called to the barmaid. ]
My friend and I will be buying everyone here a drink. [ He called out, louder: ] The next round is on me, so long as someone clears up this mess. Gentlemen? [ He tipped his head toward a group who had stayed out of the fight, and sure enough they set about dragging the unconscious men out and righting the tables that Dean had thrown about. The barmaid didn't even make a fuss about Dean leaving, but smiled at him, a little turned on, a little fearful, as she poured him another generous shot from his bottle, all but inviting him to stay.
It was immensely entertaining. ]
You'll be stronger once you learn how to use your telekinesis as well--assuming this place let you keep it.
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[ It was a 100% legitimate question, Dean trying to shake loose from the adrenaline pulsing through his system. He felt utterly high on it, blood pumping furiously, the rage quelled for the time being but still altogether vibrant. Just because he'd slammed his way through a fight didn't mean there weren't lasting effects from it, aching a bit but altogether inclined to jump off the nearest tall building simply because it felt like he could. There was nothing left to punch his way through, the men all giving him an amusingly wide berth, and Dean stretched out a bit, letting his back crunch loudly as he moved.
The woman behind the counter poured him another drink and Dean flashed her a vicious grin, something that now suddenly seemed to work on near all the ladies, something that oozed away when he looked back to Lucifer, confusion finally striking across his features. For all that Dean cared, they were the only two beings left in the bar and Dean ignored the others righting tables and setting things back into place, reaching behind himself to slide his glass closer. ]
Thought that only worked with the blade around.
[ Not that he was actually taking advice from Lucifer, but he was listening to a certain extent. It just didn't mean he was going to believe everything he had to say. Or was interested in it to begin with. ]
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[ That was...terrible, but also reassuring. One less thing in this world that could kill him--assuming he actually believed it, which he wasn't sure he did. He didn't expect Dean to confirm or deny, now that he'd asked, so he waved his hand, passing on the subject. ]
Nevermind. The thing about this place, which you'll learn soon enough, is that powers are manipulated and controlled here. If they want you to have telekinesis, then you'll have it. And if they don't--
[ Another wave of his hand. ] Mine, for example, is kaput. And I can't reorder time, or see the future, or boil your insides out with a look. But, well, I can still do this...
[ The row of lightbulbs above the bar suddenly explode in quick succession. The rest of the bar is still lit, but the archangel has made his point. ]
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Arching an eyebrow at the mention of abilities, Dean took the moment to knock back his shot, seemingly oblivious to the conversation until he was absolutely needed within it.
Though, the blasting lightbulbs got his attention enough so that he bowed his head from the spraying of glass, thankful that he at least didn't have to cover his now empty shot glass. Looking back up, Dean merely shot Lucifer an unimpressed look, because really, boiling people's insides was a far better example of power than that. Not that her really needed any furious examples of what Lucifer could do - he knew them well enough himself and didn't figure that he'd been truly well and neutered here. ]
How many devils does it take to burst a few lightbulbs, I get it. Funny.
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[ Honestly, it was all kinds of frustrating, but it had at the same time forced him to make better use of his other skills and powers; scheming and killing and making people regret wronging him simply by use of his mind. Sure, he'd been outmaneuvered once or twice, but he didn't need telekinesis to get back at them. Not when he had clones and magic and people crawling to owe him favors.
And now, if he played his cards right, he had a demon--and not just a demon, but a Knight of Hell. What better anesthetic to his frustrations?
Lucifer refilled their glasses again, content to keep pouring and keep Dean busy. He wasn't going to let him sit here stewing, there would be work to do, but everything that he did from this moment forward would be directed toward the further unwinding of Dean Winchester's humanity, and his already well-past-broken conscience. ]