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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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Hey, I don't know what you can do just by looking at you. Better safe than sorry, yeah?

[Teamwork, guys! Teamwork is the best! Especially when it helps people from being severely injured, maimed and/or killed.

He doesn't recognize Eli from home, but then again, he doesn't recognize most people from home. He supposes the guy must have some sort of superstrength to back up those claims, and where there's superstrength, there's usually a whole host of other powers. Of course, the conversation's been shifted to his powers. Jaime nods, idly flexing his fingers.]

But yeah, this is armour.

[ Bader made a sympathetic noise, low and keening. The actions of the Porter were frustratingly unfathomable enough, and they were already bringing in children. Of course they would go the extra mile and bring in another animal, but as was her case she could at least rationalize that she had experiences as a human to fall back on. To her, Toboe was only an animal just out of adolescence that was flung far out of its element even with the aide of speech. ]

They can't force you. [ She was confident in that, if nothing else. Politics ] It's hard to explain, but they would lose face if they started forcing us beyond what they've already done by bringing us here.

[ Head tilting to the side, giving Toboe a scrutinizing once over. ] You haven't even eaten yet, have you?

[He takes a step back as Armstrong rushes him. Where's the tackle? Where's the hug?]

Oh, yeah. I see. [Al looks over at the teenagers who are giving Armstrong looks that are usually reserved from Ed.

But his attention doesn't stay on them as the bigger man starts talking again.] I did notice that there wasn't a lot of difference between this world and Amestris when it comes to alchemy.

[Uhhhh...what? How is that a power? He raises both hands.] That's great! I got a new power too but I haven't tried it out yet.

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Please! You may call me Alex, if you like! [ After all, Mr. Armstrong might be a little too formal but the sentiment is definitely appreciated especially since it comes from someone with a magical pig squad. ]

If I may inquire, what type of talents do your magical pig squad possess? [ Anyways, Alex nods and crouches down. ] If you would like, I could use my burly muscles to give you guys a lift to the malt shop! [ Mabel do you want to ride on his swingset sized arms?! He holds both arms out. ] If any of your piglets would like, I could carry them too! There is nothing too large for the strength that has been passed down the Armstrong family for generations!

[ And just like that, any hope that she might have had — that it's great makeup, that science got regenerative — is dashed just like that. The boss doesn't give compliments so easy. His praise is hard won, you don't get it just by standing across the room and scoping a doppleganger.

She sinks a little into her seat, some of the light leaving her eyes. But... but she can't actually relax. That's one question answered, but she hardly knows anything more about the situation yet. It could still be dangerous. ]

Thanks. Got two whole eyes, so, basically I'm pro. [ A beat, punctuated by a sip. ] You new?

...you're embarrassing yourself, Alex.

Par for the course, really.

[ Very good, but he'd caught her. The compliment was tempered at least. Bruce sat slightly forward as she leant back, not allowing the distance to change at all. ]

To heroism, or Florida? [ A beat. ] Is it that obvious?

[ It isn't a question, really, but Carrie can answer it if she wants. More importantly he presses on to other questions, always questions and never answers. Though this one at least is phrased as a statement, it's none the less inquiring. ]

I remind you of someone. [ She could always deny it. ]

[ Toboe doesn't think they could, but then again, Jaguara made Hige do terrible things. The pup whines softly, but overall he doesn't complain about being there because the only other option was being dead. Toboe knows that much. At the same time, he is greatly disappointed. Before he died, he is certain he saw Paradise and this new world is nothing like Paradise at all.

But the mention of food causes his ears to stand up ]

I haven't eaten in a long while! Do you have food?

No, but I have a neat trick that makes it easy to get food.

[ Bader empathized with the very basic, necessitous and gnawing sensation of hunger; it was one of the few things she could still feel. Wolves she related to and readily offered a hand, or paw, to more than humans after her own adopted pack on the Northern California reservations had taken her in.

Without another word Bader took off at a dead run down towards main street and into the thick of civilization. It had been some time but no more than ten, maybe twenty minutes before Bader- or something that sounded exactly like her came walking up the path again. It was a woman somewhere in her twenties very pale and hiding a strongly built frame under her heavy jacket that seemed out of place in this heat. ]

The only upside is the humans that bring us here don't really think twice about wolves on the streets, especially talking ones. [ Bader doesn't explain herself; she knows she smells the same and Toboe seemed smart enough. She sits out on the grass and drops something wrapped in brown paper she had been carrying in front of him and pulls on the white string tying it together. It's a raw steak fresh enough to still be bleeding. ]

[Like KF won't try to punch his arm anymore after that time in the mall? There's a slight smile at it. Not to mention the fact that KF is picking his side over Roy's.]

Thanks Kid. Listen, can we keep this between us for a while? I need time to wrap my head around all of it but I will tell the others.

Eh?

[ Toboe watches her leave, but stays put for now, waitning for the other's return. And when she does, it doesn't seem to surprise Toboe that she is looking human, mostly because he can do the same. Well - sort of; it's an illusion. All wolves from his world can look human and can mingle with humans like that, so what Bader just did is the most natural thing to Tobe.

When she places the raw steak on the ground, the pup figures it's easier for him to do the same and use his illusion to look human, now that no one was staring. In just a blink of an eye, what was once a red wolf is now a boy, no older than fourteen years of age, and he is quick to sit down and grab the meat with his hands ]

Thank you! [ Toboe bites on it, easily taking a piece, even if his teeth look human and blunt and wouldn't normally slice through raw meat like that. ]

Did they just give you the steak? Humans usually ask for something in return. [ money. But he has no understanding of it ]

[It isn't all it's cracked up to be, Jayden. Yuri would be the first to admit it, too. Heroes are placed wrongfully on pedestals, and when they inevitably fall from grace, they rarely fall alone. Furthermore, there are countless abilities used for evil, and with justice nowhere near as strong as it needs to be in Sternbild, with heroic efforts turned into a game that is televised for the city's entertainment, it's no wonder.]

[Distantly, Yuri considers these things, at least until Jayden interrupts his train of thought with very rapid and excited questions. Surprised, Yuri's eyes widen and he begins in English...]

They live. I...

[He frowns, looks away from the younger man, and shakes his head.]

Please refrain from any further outbursts. [It ruins his concentration.] As I was saying...the royal family lives. I am afraid that is all I can tell you, apart from Chechnya still existing as a part of Russia. If recollection serves me correctly, there haven't been any recent civil disputes or conflicts with other countries. Not at all like this...

[He flicks the page before him with a finger, this time not going to any length to hide his disgust.]

Well, Alex, I'm glad you asked! Waddles Juniors one through five are all skilled in the art of stealth. [Probably. Mabel had honestly checked out the second after the nice soldier lady had said she could summon her own pig familiars. But these little guys were quiet and good at taking directions, so why not stealth? Why not spy pigs?]

[Mabel attaches herself to one of his arms before he's even done issuing the invitation. Her piglets, meanwhile, line up nicely and wait to be picked up.] To adventure! Your whole family is really this strong?

[ Okay, so that's familiar, and before she can stop herself, she huffs and rolls her eyes. Just like him, ignoring questions, or answering them so roundabout that it took tweezers to pull the answer out of the questions. But it doesn't take her long to come back around to all the differences again, and her brief familiar exasperation is gone again. ]

Yeah, figure like you got one of those faces, huh?

[ Two can play at that. ]

And you ain't any kinda tan for Florida. [ Neither is she, for that matter. She definitely has the pallor of someone who mostly comes out at night. ] You got sore-thumb syndrome, spud.

There's a low-grade registration situation here. Similar to what we experienced back home, but not nearly as ... dire. [Kate doesn't need to say what's obvious: she has zero desire to ever register as a hero. As such, those cops are going to wonder what she's doing there if she's not a registered hero. Even when they went from the superhero Civil War to Tony Stark getting what he wanted to ... all the bad things that followed, she never regretted that decision. Kate, if anything, is a woman who sticks to her convictions.

She starts walking, but she keeps her eyes on Eli, still pleased to see him. After the Patrinot situation, there's really nothing she can feel otherwise. All that time, she had been left wondering whether something had happened to him. Even if they all knew the truth, it didn't make seeing the actual Eli any less good.]

As for where, I thought I should bring you to Billy. We've got a place here. [Tommy was staying there, too, but Kate's not keen to mention him lest there be any typical Eli posturing when it comes to that situation. She doesn't want to dive them that far back that quickly (for her, anyway).]

[Sheepishly, Jayden switches back to English, too.]

Sorry. Am I going too fast?

[He's not used to keeping pace for non-native speakers, and admittedly he was swept up by the implication of what Yuri was telling him. He sits for a few seconds, stunned by the revelation. He had never thought about history like this before, in terms of how things could have been different.]

I think I want to live in your world.

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[ Aha, so they're playing the question and statements game; Bruce can do that. Something of the dance seems to reach his eyes. At best it's a strong distraction from recent events and the pain he's hiding in his knees--pain that has decreased in the few hours since his arrival. ]

Easily the least of my problems. Far easier to fake a tan than conceal a hangover, and impossible to turn down an invite to the best parties in town.

[ She is just as pale, but that could easily be her seeming habit of walking around under the hood. He should have thought of that, it would have concealed the tattoo, and it's been far too long since he last employed that variety of subterfuge.

The easy information is a ruse which allows him ground to ask a more direct question. ]

Does this friend of yours have a name? [ An easily dodged question, but a challenge in the option. ]

[ Jean's probing will get her an entire family view. Armstrong has two sisters that... kinda look like him but there's also Olivier, his cooler, older sister. A brief inspection will show him literally flying through a window as she tosses him into a fountain.

And you thought your family was weird. ]

I see. If that is the case, I apologize for bringing such feelings up. But, I am not sure what else I can do to help alleviate the home sickness. [ He pauses. ] How long have you been in this world for? [ Maybe if he asks her some questions they can look at the bright side of things!! ]

Yeah. [She leans against the wall, slumping a little lower now that she doesn't have to be all smiles and high energy.]

Did you get the whole spiel complete with new communicator and folder containing your entire life?

[ Dick's good, but Bruce is better. It's only a second, and he should have this, but the balloons and their riot of colors obscure his vision just long enough that he can't track anymore. A second is all it takes. Dick worries for just a moment, thinking he's lost him, and then all of a sudden— there he is.

How very Batman.

He squares his shoulders and looks up at Bruce with forced calm and a bit of humility. He wants to be happy to see him, but it's never that simple, is it? ]

... I slipped up, huh?

[ The hug will be coming RIGHT NOW since has a shirt on! ] I see! I am surprised that the laws of alchemy can apply in such a radically different world, but I shouldn't complain. After all, life here will be easier with it.

Still! It is so nice to see you Alphonse! [ However... The suit of armor is something that is pinging his suspicion. He definitely knows Alphonse was able to get back into his body... but, at the same time such a sensitive topic might be too difficult to bring up. ] If I may ask, what was the power you received? I can't imagine what else they can give you besides alchemy! [ I mean, he could probably fix himself with metal from streetlights if he wanted to. ]

[That's the good thing about not being all smiles and high energy (or maybe because he's half-Kryptonian) but Conner's just fine. He simply crosses his arms over his chest.]

I feel like they know about me than I do.

Not particularly. [Meaning yes, a little.] Such commotion could simply attract unwanted attention. I would prefer not to have to explain our ethnicity to people who wouldn't believe that we are not defined solely by it. You understand.

[As to the rest, Yuri is disappointed.]

It does not sound to me as though you are thinking at all, pardon my saying. [He flips a page of his paper and begins a new article. Something about a bank scandal and an imPort who saved the day. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.] It is the nature of man, their design to want what it is they do not have, but it is a blind desire. Only fools want what they know nothing about. Educate yourself...before you jump to conclusions. Elsewise, you may discover too late that you have bargained for more than you are prepared to handle.

[ Yeah, right, like she's giving up an answer that big without a good long fight. But she keeps her face in that careful neutral, because she's starting to catch her footing a little better against this familiar face. Slowly. ]

Sure, yeah. Two of 'em. [ A first and a last -- or not. With a quirk of a smile and a surge of recklessness, she adds: ] Just like me. And you too, I bet.

You have pigs that are trained in the art of stealth? [ Armstrong is kinda surprised but he manages to recover! ] That is a fine art to learn indeed! I have learned the skills of tracking that have been passed down from Armstrong to Armstrong in our family! If you want, perhaps we can go over some tips so your pigs can be stealth trackers.

[ I mean, Mabel doesn't seem like a bad lady. In fact, her enthusiasm is so pure it strikes a nerve with Armstrong. Finally, someone as peppy as him! That said, Mabel could easily be the most evilest thing since Pride and he'd probably be just as nice right now because she's super sweet.

Once Mabel is on one of Armstrong's strong arms (HA), he scoops up the rest of the piggies and allows them to rest on his abnormally large biceps. He has no problem carrying five piglets. ]

Yes! Strength is a trait that has been passed down the Armstrong family line for generations! My oldest sister, Olivier, is a woman who leads her own fort of soldiers that borders a hostile nation. Her strength is incredible! She can easily pick me up and toss me, although I could easily do the same. [ However, he doesn't really like to brawl with his sister who will use the fullest of force. ] My youngest sister is Catherine. She's not as accomplished as Olivier, being much younger than her. However, she is able to lift and toss pianos like they're nothing! [ What a way to measure a skill! ]

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WOW LOOK AT MY SEMI-APPROPIATELY LABELED ICON

they're going to become best friends tbh

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I HAVE TO GET AN ICON OF HIM HUGGING ALPHONSE TOO....

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