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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 anyone's thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.

02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.

03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!

04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

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[The noise of sirens has his attention easily, and for once Shinjiro manages not to roll his eyes and assume it's directed at him. He also manages to look in the right direction for once, getting the hang of cars driving on the opposite side of the road. A quick backstep to make sure there's clearance and--]

Oh, Shit. [It's more a preliminary grimace, and Shinjiro goes ahead and closes an eye in a flinch from what's sure to be a grisly scene before him. because like hell he's able to do anything about those kids playing in the street. Maybe someone else can save them instead.]

[prompt--NO, I DO WHAT I WANT]
(this is assuming he'd be accepted with the idea for powers I have- that is, the ability to decay/rot/deteriorate items, and use that force to mend/heal/etc other things. To put it simply and not go into the details/restrictions, etc because test-drive.)

It was weird enough to show up here in the first place- When he'd been expecting the sheer finality and nothingness of death, and instead woke up with the lingering mental pain of the gunshot wound (fading away to reality quickly enough) and a sharp-dressed woman with a folder on him. Weirder still that they had information even the Kirijo Group had lacked-- and even stranger than that, the idea that he had some new and altogether unknown powers.

And so, after settling himself in the room that had been gifted to him, and walking out most of his thoughts and restlessness, he'd finally decided to test out these so-called 'powers.'

"....such bullshit..." He gripes to himself as he sits down at a worn picnic table, looking rather out of place with his thick coat and long sleeves (though perhaps not as out of place as the less-human or the costumed), and sets down a small paper bag of apples he'd brought with him. Easy enough. So there Shinjiro is, sitting at a worn and splintered picnic table out away from the crowds on the beach, prodding at the fruit gingerly and watching it begin to shrivel from the point of contact, withering and receding, dark splotches showing from under the skin.

(ooc; feel free to request a different prompt, or give me your own instead! I'm hella flexible~)

[[ Prompt 2 ]]

[It's been a rough four hours. First, there was learning that she'd plunged Arendelle into an eternal winter, then she'd thrown Anna out of her palace, then she'd been kidnapped and told she was meant to fight crime, had coated the interior of the machine they called a "car" in an inch of ice in the process, and now she'd been let loose, no idea where to go and in a city bigger than she'd ever seen (not that she'd ever seen more than the one, to be fair).

It was too much to take all at once, and her powers were reacting to it. Snow swirled around her as she moved, a trail of ice following her feet, and several people pointed and tried to talk to her about it. Sorry, she'd say, in an attempt to be polite, but as it happened more and more, she started to half-beg, half-command, "Leave me alone, please just leave me alone."

At least they weren't afraid of her or trying to kill her, but she hadn't turned the town into a frozen wasteland yet. One wrong move, and she would, and then they'd turn on her.

Getting away from the crowd, she ducks into an alley and presses herself against the wall, holding her hands like that will stop her powers.]

Conceal, don't feel, conceal, don't- no no, control it!

[It's too late. Ice starts to creep up the alley wall and across the ground.]

[the first hours had blurred nonsensically, the noises and colors and steel too overwhelming to take in. so much steel. metal. she'd never seen so much metal everywhere in such great quantities, not even in battle when weapons clashed against armor. there are no dirt roads. why is everything covered in stone and metal?

well, obviously something's wrong here. she hurries past the humans, covering her rather conspicuous ears with her hands until she reaches an alley, noticing Elsa too late.]

Ah-! What are you-

[Nah stumbles back and slips on ice, barely breaking her fall with her hands- and revealing her long, pointed ears at the same time. whoops.]

Stay back! Stay back, or else you'll regret it!

[maybe the outburst would seem more threatening if it weren't coming from a small unarmed girl.]

[ A car accident is not a test of heroics - that is merely a pop quiz. No, the real test is when a villain is out in full force, creating havoc and death everywhere.

Meet Crematia, a huge red dragon with vast wings and long claws and fire for breath. She has made her own army from world of crime and corruption, collecting and stealing men and women to become her own foot soldiers, until finally, at long last, she has her strength at arms.

She goes after Heropa, to take over the military stations first. Gunfire stung her but she replies in kind with dragonfire, and gunfire from her minions. She flies around the city erratically, looking for her strongest enemy that will rise up, so she can defeat him and move on to the next strongest enemy. Sometimes she will snatch a civilian until she is high enough into the air to drop them to his or her death, young and old alike. Other times she will set various cars on fire, taking delight in their occasional explosions.

So what about you? Are you going to take part in the carnage, to be on her side? Are you going to fight her? Or will you be her next victim?

No matter what choice, she will make sure you will remember her . . . if you live that long, anyways. ]

Oh- oh, no, it's okay-

[Seeing the young girl slip on the ice had panicked her, slightly, but it sounded like she was okay, if maybe a little bruised from slipping.

More flurries fall, and the ice continues its trek up the walls, but more slowly while she's preoccupied.]

I won't come near you. Just... are you alright? You're not hurt?

[She notices the pointy ears, and wonders if this girl is an elf. She wouldn't be too surprised, after meeting trolls. It seems impolite to ask, though.]

02
[Technology, you said. The communicator's not too shabby - better than any phone she's ever seen in her time, (at least two decades back) - so she's holding onto that. And hold off the free drink - she'll just go for a glass of milk. Lessons taught by the man you love aren't easy to forget. Not that she'd want to.

Of course, some habits are harder to break, even when he once ordered you to. Case in point - with the glass between her hands, resting on the table, she looks around and scopes the place for anyone who will offer her the attention she seeks.]

Hey, you.

[Yeah, you.]

Got a cigarette?

[ice magic? her eyes dart between Elsa and the ice creeping up the walls. she doesn't respond for a moment, mouth slightly open in vague puzzlement. she'd seen mages using fire and thunder and wind, but never ice.

maybe in different circumstances she'd be asking all sorts of questions, but right now there's more than enough she doesn't know.]

I'm... I'm fine. [her initial panic is already fading; Nah slowly tries to stand, feet slipping on the ice a bit. someone who asks if she's ok can't be an enemy. no, an enemy would've gone straight for her throat.]

You startled me! You should practice your magic where people won't get in the way!

[Yeah, he's got a cigarette. He's smoking one right now. But when he turns to find it's a little kid who's asking him, he screws up his face.]

How old are you?

[ she clears her throat loudly, and makes a sweeping gesture with her hands. ahem. ] Okay, excuse me, everyone. I have an announcement to make. [ said as though this is of dire importance. ]

My name is Mindy Lahiri -- Doctor Mindy Lahiri [ be impressed!! ] -- and I demand a meeting with our local superpower distributor. [ is that how it works in this ass-backwards town? mindy isn't up on her history, but she thinks she would remember the sixties if there were this many superpowers and hot people in it. ] Or, at least, a link to a website where I may leave a scathing, albeit constructive and thoughtful, review.

[ BUT JUST IN CASE THAT DOESN'T WORK OUT, let's talk about it here. ]

What the hell kind of superpower is charm, anyway? This is useless to me. I was charming before I had superpowers! If you don't think I'm charming, say it to my face. [ she narrows her eyes and points to her face for emphasis. ]

[ wait. a beat. ] Actually, don't do that. I don't want that kind of negativity in my life. More importantly, though, I want a refund. I have no interest in kidnapping or superhero scenarios that don't involve Tom Hardy or Michael Fassbender. Potentially J-Law, too, but I don't know -- sometimes I think we're so similar because we're both so cool and relatable that we would either be best friends or have to kill each other because there can only be one, y'know? [ kanyeshrug.gif ]

Either way, I would like to return charm in exchange for, I don't know, lasers. Beatboxing? Healing would probably be best because I'm a doctor and a philanthropist, but I am open to suggestions.

Edited 2014-04-25 23:26 (UTC)

[Sigh, this question again. The lie comes all too easily to her as soon as he asks.]

Eighteen.

Oh, well, in that case...

[If the dripping sarcasm wasn't enough, he punctuates that with a roll of his eyes. But she looks about as old as he was when he started smoking, so he can't get too hypocritical about it. He pulls out a cigarette and hands it over, and leans in to light it for her, too.]

This shit stunts your growth, you know.

I drink milk every day.

[Milk is good for you, did u no. Anyway - she's obviously not worried. Cigarette between her fingers, she leans in to take a first drag as soon as the lighter burns at the tip. Exhaling smoke to the side,]

Thanks.

[Fun fact: the nervous system of a human is way different than the nervous system of a robot. So robot-turned-human Starscream is pretty much freaked when Elsa starts making snow and ice and drops the temperature, mostly because he's never felt snow falling on his hair or the sensation of being really really cold.

So he's going to make the situation worse.]

Can't you turn that off?

Don't mention it.

[Seriously. Like he needs these people on his ass for giving cigarettes to minors. He'll heal her when she's done with it, but still.]

I dunno if milk's enough, but I guess it's a start. Probably gotta get some vegetables in there, too. Broccoli or whatever.

[A+ parenting skills over here.]

I got it.

[She can take care of herself, is what she means. What she'd like to think, too. Leon hasn't been around to do that for a long while now, and the academy's no longer a factor, so the girl's gotta learn somehow.]

Yeah, I bet.

[He's done with the lecture, anyway. He taps off his own cigarette's ashes onto the ground, changing the subject:]

You new? I never seen you around here before.

[#2]

Yikes. How did her father feel about tattoos? Trucy tried to recall if he'd ever mentioned them one way or another, but either way, she was trying to figure out if he'd better buy an excuse besides "the government teleported me here and gave it to me without asking."

Not that being a superhero didn't sound really cool. It was sort of like being a magician, on a much grander scale. And Trucy hadn't glanced over her file all the way yet (and was sort of spacing out when the person at the office tried to go over it with her) but either way, she was more than confident that this was going to be exciting.

You know... once she found out where she was going to live and with whom.

Even a girl in a magician costume didn't stand out too much in the crowds of people on the streets, and Trucy had stars in her eyes as she wandered alone, checking out the shops and seeing what sorts of people there were to be found.

It wasn't too surprising when she bumped right into someone.

"Oh! Excuse me! I wasn't watching where I was going..."

[I DO WHAT I WANT]

For some reason, the bars here were not nearly as lenient about letting a 15-year-old girl perform in them as they were back home. It was the third or fourth place that had told her without any hesitation that she had to leave, that they were not in any way interested in having an underaged magician performing in their establishment. Even if she was a self-proclaimed professional (who could produce her business cards out of thin air, somehow.)

The next bar was different, though. From Trucy's survey as she walked in and pretended she needed to use the bathroom, it looked incredibly classy. They served fancy things like champagne and plates that were too small to actually consider a full meal. And best of all, there was a grand stage with velvet curtains and a piano, and a sign in the window that even said they wanted to hire some talent to perform.

This place was far too cool for her to ruin her chances by being direct, like the last few times. Nope... she needed to perform a little magic of her own-- convince an adult to vouch for her and act the part of her guardian. Daddy wouldn't mind... she had to get in here and seal the deal before they hired some other, less impressive magician!

"Excuse me," she said to the first adult or adult-looking person that walked by. "Can you please help me for a moment?"

(ooc: I'm good with either prose or brackets, whatever you feel like.)

2.

[The only thing that really sets Armin apart is his military uniform, bearing the Wings of Freedom, and his unusual maneuvering gear. Still, he's surprised at the warm welcome he receives - as short a time as he's been part of the Scouting Corps, he's never truly been respected for being part of that branch.

Perhaps he should be happy, but the whole situation has his hackles raised. It's all so unfamiliar. Just the same, Armin takes up the offer for a malt, and sits in front of the window, sipping the creamy concoction and watching people go by.

There's so much milk. And it's so sweet, much sweeter than anything he's used to. And it's cold too - Armin flinches, rubbing his temples.

He's never had an ice cream headache before.]

4.

[Everything about this place is noisy and strange. Armin is still trying to get his head around the idea of flying, horseless carriages when he sees one peeling around a corner, headed for a few careless children. He spends next to no time doing what's necessary - his service in the Survey Corps is all about this kind of split-second planning. He deploys the grappling cords to a building across the street, grabbing the two kids by the collar and depositing them safely on the sidewalk.

It's close, though, and he can hear one of them wailing as their skateboard's dashed to bits. Once the police chase heads on its merry way, they're back in the streets, looking for what remains of their fun. Armin sighs, unhooking his cords, sending them wooshing back into his gear. He rolls his shoulder - he's going to feel the chubbier kid tomorrow. He never was physically the strongest.]

[ danny is judging your life as he does all the time. it probably won't help that they both ended up here at the worst time imaginable. they're not friends again yet but they're getting there. and here they are. kidnapped to some other dimension (what the fuck). with super powers. so, what has danny been doing but judging everyone he's seen and everything he's seen?

mindy, you make it so easy

when have you ever left a constructive and thoughtful review? ]

I swear, sometimes I think you speak a different language. [ j-law? ] Did you just Highlander yourself? [ what the ever loving ]

You're a philanthropist.

[She crosses her arms, looking ahead with the cigarette in her hand. Mathilda seems lost in a thought when the question comes up, but she still listens, and she still answers.]

Just got here. They offered me a drink, so.

[Her eyes shift to settle on him.]

Are you a hero?

[His lips twitch when she asks him that. There's a question he'll never get tired of answering. The novelty's never wearing off. Hero. Fucking hilarious.]

Yeah. Registered and all. The name's Jesse Pinkman.

[ What was he doing here?

That was the question of the night. It'd been a slow day at work, and even though the atmosphere had improved remarkably since Godot's episode, Phoenix clocked out pretty much on the dot at 4 o'clock. He'd decided to take the scenic route, and ended up walking into a bar on his way home. Not to drink, of course, not on a week night. (It was amazing how priorities could change in so short a time.)

No, it was the billboard that was advertising auditions for a talent act. It wasn't as if he intended to audition - he had no delusions about his piano playing skills... or lack of. It was just... seeing it had made feelings of homesickness hit him in the chest like a bullet. Going to the Wonder Bar every night to watch Trucy perform had always been the highlight of his day. Ever since he arrived, it was like a little something was missing. He didn't even have any pictures but for the ones in his memories.

He could practically see her in front of him. All dressed up in her magician's outfit, top hat tilted slightly as she smiled for the audience, asking for help with her next act...

... He could see her in front of him. Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining it, Phoenix reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, a little afraid he was only going to come face to face with disappointment. ]

Trucy?

[ she reaches for her closest weapon -- a pillow on the couch -- and chucks it at him. of course she would get shipped off to sixties, superhero suburbia with danny of all people after the thing happened. now they have to coexist at home and work. great.

at least there's something safe (familiar) in this situation, even though it's off in more ways than one. ]

Were you even listening to me? [ normally, she would say look how many boyfriends i've had as evidence, but that crosses into awkward territory now. ] I love people. I went to Haiti for six months, half of my patients don't have health insurance, and I basically adopted a teenage girl for, like, twelve hours. What have you done for society lately, Danny?

[ he catches that pillow, thanks. but, if you're going to be making broadcasts to the world at large, maybe make them without danny nearby. then he won't make colorful commentary.

Haiti's a subject he can't discuss because of Casey. he can't just bring up Mindy's love life now. Josh, Casey, Jamie, Cliff, they're all not up for discussion. also, he needs a life because he can name one too many of Mindy's ex-boyfriends. ]

Who temporarily adopts a teenage girl? [ because that's the point of this argument, Danny. ] I don't know if the dictionary's the same here, I haven't looked closely enough, but I'm betting none of those things fall under philanthropy.

3.

[All of these carriages and not a chocobo in sight.

Pel makes quite a striking figure in the colorful lights of the city: her black steel steal armor glinting, her lance strapped to her back.

On a whim more than anything else, she jumps from the edge of one building, then hops across several cars stopped at a light, using them as stepping-stones, then leaps onto the building above. She grins, ears and tail flicking curiously, peering down from the building to see if anyone noticed.]

[CHOOSE YOUR OWN:]

A.

[A gray-skinned, purple-haired cat-person is walking down the street, a dead alligator slung over her shoulders. Pel looks... well, pleased. Like a cat who's caught a bird.

Of course, the question is whose doorstep is she going drop it on?]

B.

[A small, bony slip of a young woman with cat ears and a tail is trying on sunglasses in an upscale boutique. She's wearing a yellow floral-printed sundress and keeps posing in front of one of the mirrors, checking how each pair looks.

But it's just not the same without a companion. Out of the blue, she taps another patron on the shoulder. She's wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, candy pink.]

Do you think this would match the dress if I wore pink shoes?

[Pel flicks the sunglasses downward, revealing bright yellow eyes. She smiles, her sharp canines showing.]

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throws thumbtack confetti everywhere

Shinjiro Aragaki - Persona 3 [FES]

Elsa | Frozen

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prompts are for the weak

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MATHILDA ( leon the professional )

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mindy lahiri | the mindy project | video.

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Trucy Wright | Ace Attorney

Armin Arlert | Attack on Titan

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I DO WHAT I WANT... like brackets

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Pel || Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn | OC