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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!

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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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You two are a lot alike.

[By which she means 'you probably had at least a little to do with it', though she doesn't say it outright. She heads for a rack proclaiming 'clearance' with almost single-minded intensity, pausing only to peer over her shoulder.]

...paying? You?

[Ah... that's right. There were no REVOCS accounts to dip into, no people to call to take care of something as minor- in comparison to other things she'd had done before- as a kitchen reconstruction.]

My apologies. I will speak to Ryuko, if you'd like.

[She might not be able to do much, but maybe she can at least convince her to take it outside.]

[WOW DON'T COMPARE HIM TO RYUKO.

He understands she's important to Satsuki, that's obvious, and he respects that. He's even tried keeping an eye on her like he has everyone else in house la kill, but. But goddamn she's just so unbearable. Being compared to her is insulting.

So he just chooses to ignore that remark, shaking his head.]

I mean, I may have...retaliated a bit. So she's not entirely to blame. [He doesn't want her finding that out from Ryuko herself, so.] But if you could; it'd be nice if she paid her half. I'm not exactly swimming in cash here.

[You're both 2shonen Sanageyama, sorry to say.

Still, his lack of reaction is somewhat telling, and she flicks through the clothes on the rack at a leisurely pace, eyeing fabric and cut and color with a critical eye. She can't afford much, but what she can afford will at the very least look as good as something off the rack can look.]

Losing your temper isn't the way to deal with her, you know.

[She isn't exactly speaking from experience with Ryuko- rather from what she has with him, though he's seldom given her reason to lose her composure, and not that she would have let on to the fact regardless.]

If she will not, I will do so on her behalf.

[After all, she has to be a little responsible for her younger sister, doesn't she?]

Easier said than done...

[Even that smug look she gets sometimes just makes him wanna punch her. It's really quite terrible.

Again something he isn't admitting to.]

But...if you want to tell her that to try and convince her, by all means, but I wouldn't feel comfortable making you pay in her stead, Lady Satsuki. It wouldn't be right.

If you could try talking to her, even if you're not successful, it'd be more than enough.

I know.

[And she does. Hot blooded idiots, both of them. But she wouldn't have them any other way, really. Still, she looks up as she tugs a shirt off the rack, laying it over her arm.]

I will do my best, Sanageyama. But I would hate to see you in a bind over such a situation.

[She reaches back into the rack, thumbing through the clothes before pulling out another shirt.]

It's quite responsible of you to handle the payment for the repairs, Sanageyama.

[She's just the slightest bit impressed.]

Well, considering it's my kitchen too...

[He can't use it if it's ruined, after all.]

Besides, I could hardly say no to Inumuta and Gamagori. It's not an option as far as those two are concerned.

Of course.

[A pair of pants that should be her size, and then a skirt- both go onto the pile, and she nods along slowly.]

At the very least it was somewhat contained, I hope?

Just the kitchen. I think the worst of it was the fridge door, so nothing too big.

[Maybe. Not that he can remember exactly, just that he's gonna be paying this off for like ten thousand years.]

I see. Better than it could have been, I suppose.

[She steps away from the rack and heads- oh god- toward the section of the store where all the underwear is hanging in neat tiny rows from equally tiny hangers.]

Do you have an estimate for how much it will take?

[Oh hahahaha well he's just... gonna... pretend something in the opposite direction has caught his attention, until she's done with this particular aisle. He'll just talk over his shoulder at her instead, back turned towards Satsuki and looking vaguely at- well- nothing in particular, but straight ahead. Not at her anyway.]

Inumuta has it worked out. [A shrug.] And the guy can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but I'd at least trust him enough not to cheat me out of anything extra.

He's the best choice for managing our funds, after all.

Leaving the budgeting to him is wise... and yes, I doubt he would take advantage.

[If only because it would cause him more of a headache to try than not to-- though she didn't doubt it was because also because somewhere, deep down, there was a fondness for his fellow Devas in him somewhere.

Satsuki fingers the items on the racks and frowns at the sizing, rolling her eyes before instead picking out a couple of sports bras and murmuring about the sizing being all wrong.]

But you're all working, then?

That's right. Uh, lets see...[He looks up, trying to recall - each name he mentions, he counts it off on one finger.] Senketsu works at a fabric store, Gamagori's an instructor at a boot camp, Inumuta's an intern at...some place. He goes to college too. I have no idea what Matoi does though.

I've been coaching a team of kids in T-ball.

[Assistant coach. But details.]

I'll ask Ryuko when I see her, I suppose.

[But the rest... all seem rather fitting. Even Sanageyama's job, to her surprise, doesn't seem terribly outlandish for him.]

I suppose it's a good thing you all have experience in what you're doing.

[Unlike her.]

Hm?

[He doesn't miss the implication. Uzu finally turns back around to face her, looking curious.]

What did you get?

[The question actually makes Satsuki pause, and if he's looking closely enough, he might see some color rise to her cheeks before she fights it down and sighs out-]

Modeling.

[Well. Um.

Okay then.

He wouldn't say she's exactly unsuited for it...]

You know, if you don't want to do it you wouldn't have to...I'm sure nobody would object to you staying out of work for a while to find something more to your liking.

The rest of us wouldn't mind supporting you.

[Of course it's not like they would mind no matter what she did, but he can't imagine Satsuki not wanting to work at all. Being jobless would drive him nuts and at the very least in that respect, he knows they're similar. Idleness wouldn't sit well with either of them.]

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[Yeah she's definitely got the looks- it's the smiling that might not work out, but hey.]

Wanting to or not, it should be a simple enough profession until I can find something better.

[How little she knows about model work, honestly.]

Besides, it is... suitable, at least, considering my newly-given ability.

[And Sanageyama is right- she would hate to sit idle with nothing to really do while the rest of them were out earning their keep.]

Hm? They didn't give you modeling super powers, did they?

[Though that smile of his should make it obvious he's kidding.]

If that were it I would feel a touch insulted.

[The idea that she'd need powers to look into a camera wearing ridiculous clothing is almost a laughable one.]

But no,, the term was 'fabric manipulation'. It would seem they've tried to make things familiar for me, in their own way.

[Mannn, that's cool, just like Inumuta. They both got new, interesting stuff to work with.

As much as he liked the idea of his, it was so straightforward and half of KLK house kept insisting he shouldn't use it anyway.]

They weren't any more specific than that? Can you just do- whatever you want, then? As long as it's fabric?

[She shrugs slightly, moving toward a changing room with the intent of at least checking how things look before she buys anything.]

There were a few more specifics in the file, but I have yet to completely finish it.

[She looks over her shoulder at him, brows rising.]

And yourself?

Well, for the most part, nothing too interesting compared to before...they gave me my blade regalia back. [He tugs on the collar.] Just in case you thought I had something tailored to look like it, it isn't. It's a real goku uniform. My mind's eye too, but considering I never really lost it, I don't know how it qualifies.

[He shrugs.]

But this...[Lifting his right arm to show her the device on his forearm.] this is new. It controls the concentration of life fibers in my uniform.

It does what?

[Her voice is sharper than intended, and she reins herself in with a bite to the inside of her cheek, staring at Sanageyama intently.

Having his Blade Regalia back was one thing- having it be capable of essentially becoming a Kamui...

That was dangerous.]

Sanageyama.

[She turns back to him, taking the arm he's presented her with by the wrist, slender fingers wrapped vice-tight around it.]

You know you can't...

[Can't turn it up all the way. The words 'bad idea' do not even begin to cover it.]

[So even Satsuki...

He understands they're all just concerned, but this is the third or fourth time he's had to listen to someone react like this. It's starting to feel a bit insulting, as if they all think he's going to just do it on a whim to see what happens. He's not that stupid.]

Lady Satsuki. [Yeah that's just a tinge of annoyance in his voice. If it was anyone else, it'd be far more than just that.] You're not the first person to say this.

And with all due respect, I'm not as stupid as you all seem to think I am. I know what'll happen - I'm not going to use this without caution.

To be honest, I thought you of all people might have shown me a bit more faith than the others.

[He gives his arm a very slight pull, but only enough to draw attention to his wrist. He doesn't make any attempt to pull it free himself.]

Now please, let go.

[For a moment, she frowns a little more deeply, but she loosens her grip on his wrist, but doesn't entirely let go. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, and shakes her head.]

I don't think you're stupid.

[She doesn't. She thinks he's a lot of things- impulsive, a bit reckless, temperamental- but stupid isn't among them.]

But I do think those life fibers are dangerous. However...

[Her fingers slip free of his wrist and she turns away, shoulders lowering slightly as she sighs.]

My apologies, Uzu. You are correct- I should have more faith in you.

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