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30 days has September

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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 someone else's thread, either!

And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: HAVE FUN ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!

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.

Everyone’s in preparation for the arrival of Autumn! A small street fair has dedicated itself to welcoming Fall with open arms. Harvest foods have practically taken over— hot pumpkin-themed drinks, warm apple pies, and butternut squash soups are everywhere. One stall in particular has a scarecrow-building class, providing with plenty of patched up clothes and straw.

If you stay late enough at the fair to see the moon rise, you’ll notice it takes on a deep orange glow— pretty normal for a harvest moon. But it’s strange… a few scarecrows also seem to share the same color glow from their eyes. Maybe it’s just a reflection…?

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Synthetic wonder! Whatever you might be, those words have meaning here. 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 or recently published PLoS papers. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face.

If you let yourself get cornered, beware! Anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might be come up!

Although what really seems to be the question of the month for those hardhitting journalists is a little less of the mundane;

"So what do you think about the recent Import mission to Mars? How much did that cost the government, and what will the repercussions be?"

Maybe they're hoping for a psychic Import on these matters...

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale. Everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls, and hostility against imPorts can spike. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping... #THANKS TONY STARK, #ya muffin.

Up ahead, it seems like there’s a traffic jam- or rather, a complete deadlock. But strangely, no one’s honking their honks or trying to zoom around other cars. Upon closer inspection, it seems like everyone is stock-still, with blank expressions upon their faces. The only figure moving in the crowd is a woman with a rather strange black and white outfit…

It seems like yet another local with superpowers has emerged from the woodwork- perhaps literally, in this case, given that she’s dressed up like a mushroom.

It seems that Feelia Fungus has taken to telepathically freezing the entire intersection with her mind control “spores” while she helps herself to robbing civilians of their belongings. It’s up to you to stop her!

Remember: September is known for being mushroom hunting season!

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement.

One might think that being such an industrial-based city, Nonah might might leave behind old cultural traditions. But with their motto of “Work Hard, Play Hard,” they certainly wouldn’t forget about a holiday they hold dear: Oktoberfest.  
The germanic celebration is in full force this week, complete with stalls giving away beer, and various snacks like brazen and würstl, along with various cakes. Anyone underage will be given a nice warm cider instead, and some natives may even try to convince you into wearing some classic dress- a dirndl.

For those with a more competitive streak, there’s a crossbow contest for most bull’s eyes hit!

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01. Heropa
[His attempts at trying to find the porter take Kirk directly through the harvest festival, much to his chagrin. He doesn't want to be surrounded by the scents of something he can't have, scents that are apparently making him homesick for a place that never accepted him. The small town in Nebraska where he grew up had festivals like these all the time, especially as the leaves started to fall, and summer turned to fall.

By the end of the stalls he caves, buying a slice of warm apple pie from a smiling woman, who actually manages not to shrink away from his unnatural appearance. He finds a spot on a nearby bench and stares down at his purchase, wondering just what the hell he's going to do with it now.

It isn't like he can eat it.]

02. De Chima
[The unnaturally pale skin and giant red goggles on his face do a fairly decent job of pegging Kirk as an imPort to the locals around him. As such, he finds himself subjected to a fair amount of attention, as all kinds of locals try to learn more about him. It's a strange feeling, getting this kind of attention, because back home most of it went to either Bekka or Hernan, never him. Not wanting to be rude, he answers the questions politely at first, but no matter how quickly he walks or how many questions he seems to answer, there's no end to them. It isn't long before he's completely overwhelmed and he lunges in the direction of the crowd surrounding him, baring his fangs. Unfortunately, rather than disperse the crowd like he hoped, it just led to a whole new topic of questions being lobbed at him.

Someone please help him, or he's most likely going to attack someone to try and get out of there.]

03. Maurtia Falls
[Five minutes. It had taken approximately five minutes upon arriving in Maurtia Falls to run into trouble. He hadn't even made it to his new so-called home yet. Traffic jams weren't inherently dangerous, not for someone that called Gotham City his home, but the traffic jam combined with vacant stares? Yeah, that's something to look into.

It doesn't take long for him to discover the source of the problem. With a sigh, Kirk pulls up his batcowl and shrugs off the trench coat he was wearing to hide his costume.

Why couldn't he have at least made it to the apartment before having to deal with this?]

That don't belong to you.

[Kirk moves in fast, his red eyes flashing under a street lamp as he runs, fangs bared. He's going to end this, and end it fast.]

Wildcard!
Feel free to run into Kirk anywhere!

HEROPA

[ When the harvest moon rises, it's probably time for children to be put to bed, but this kid's mother is in another universe and there's nothing to stop him from eating or doing whatever he likes! This isn't an ominous statement!

Thankfully, Selim's had enough time to ditch the vest he showed up in -- ripped as it was, it probably wouldn't look too out of place on a scarecrow itself -- and shower before venturing out, and Heropa's hospitality along with his typical contrived cuteness have combined to net him a good amount of autumnal freebies. He's still nursing a steaming cup of whatever in one hand as he surveys the scarecrows, his back turned to any of the other fair-goers. When he feels non-ominous eyes on him, however, the small figure he cuts turns around to reveal an average, slightly weirded-out child. ]

Are they supposed to look like that? I didn't want to be rude to whoever made them... but it's kind of creepy.

[ Later still at night, if you're out, you might end up looking into a particularly shadowy area and, for just a moment, seeing a very different type of eye staring back at you. About the size of a football, with a blood red iris, it immediately closes once spotted and then seems to vanish, as if winking itself into nonexistence. ]

MAURTIA FALLS

Oh, wow. This is...

[ So this prompt is going smoothly. You're a hero, or just someone who happens to be around and decent enough to want to do something about this dastardly villain! Wherever in the process you happen to be -- observing her and plotting your next move, springing into action, or in the midst of battle -- a child's voice carries on the air. It is entirely unaffected by the spores and brimming with enthusiastic delight. ]

Incredible! It's just like everyone says about Maurtia Falls! What's your hero name, will you tell me? I bet it's awesome! Oh man, and the villains do have the worst fashion sense!

[ If you were planning on using the element of surprise to combat Feelia Fungus, whose name is going to be in italics for the rest of this thread and there's nothing you can do about it, you might be out of luck! On the other hand, he could provide a useful distraction if you're not opposed to using a child as cannon fodder. Spore fodder. ]

[When Al sees a small child walking around unaccompanied, his first instinct is to make sure the kid's OK- not lost, not looking for their guardian, not hurt.

However, when he gets closer, he has to stop himself from recoiling. Out of all the people from his world to arrive... it had to be him, of course.

But was this the real Selim, or the other one? The innocent child or the one who could tear him to shreds with no effort in his flesh and blood body? Al hangs back, hoping he hasn't been spotted, to observe and try and figure out his next move.]

01. heropa

[Something led her to the street fair that day, something more than the scent of pumpkin spice in the air. She paused as two little girls dressed in witch costumes ran by her, waving their toy brooms. Most likely witches were just a fantasy to them, something spooky to bring out on Halloween.

But she wasn't here for that. She kept walking even as the sun set, her steps leading her to the stall with the scarecrows. She kept her gaze intently on the glowing eyes- she had never seen magic like this before.]

02. de chima

[She hadn't expected a crowd to swarm her suddenly, demanding answers to very personal questions. Refusing and trying to make herself heard wasn't having any effect. She was starting to panic as she turned around, looking for an escape.

This wasn't working.

She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing herself. Intent.

Suddenly part of the crowd felt themselves being pushed aside by an invisible force, some falling to the side as to allow her an escape route out of the throng. She took that chance and bolted, not watching where she was going.]

There is something wrong with people here.

wildcard

Free for all!

[ He can smell it on the air.

Who it is, precisely, he can't say. But ever since devouring Gluttony, he's been overwhelmingly aware of this sort of thing -- which, in Heropa, is decidedly to his own detriment. Immediately after acquiring this ability, he's been surrounded on all sides, and the resultant mesh of strange scents is discordant and distracting. While he has complete confidence in his ability to master it, even someone on Pride's level has to deal with somewhat of a learning curve.

And that makes the olfactory presence approaching him incredibly notable. It's distinct, and it's familiar. It's not a smell he recognizes as Alphonse Elric, but it's not dissimilar to the scent he put a name to just before he was Ported in. Van Hohenheim. The corners of his container's mouth twitch upwards, for just a moment, before he turns around, looks in the direction opposite to the strange smell with a long sharp glance, and then seems to dismiss it. Apparently none the wiser, he starts to walk back in the direction of the fair, but there's no ~~nipple~~ strange marking on his forehead, and his face is too old, and also he coincidentally just happens to be casually strolling in Al's direction. ]

De Chima

[Ahsoka's been keeping a pretty wide buffer between her and overeager journalists. She's been using the Force to either gently encourage the more weak minded ones to go bother someone else or actively shove them away. When all else fails, she's good at pushing herself up and away from ground level to flip across rooftops until she escapes.

But the most recent question has her flummoxed.]

Mars? Why would there be repercussions? That's not even in a different solar system!

Maurtia Falls

[Ahsoka shouldn't be so excited about this opportunity. As she's sure Yoda would inform her, she is a Jedi and she should not go seeking a fight. But she's used to being at war, and she's still not sure how to be at peace.

A clear-cut bad guy she can fight. That's what she's needs.

She hops gracefully onto the closest car, leaping from vehicle to vehicle until mushroom lady is in sight.

Ahsoka draws one of her lightsabers and lets it thrum to life.]

I'm giving you a chance. Surrender, and this doesn't have to get ugly.

001. De Chima,

[ As it turns out, being a bright red, seven foot tall obviously-a-demon tends to make one stand out from the crowd, just a little bit. Somehow, everyone twigs very quickly that he's not from around these parts.

And it's not that Hellboy's a complete stranger to the spotlight. He was on the cover of Time once, his face is known the world 'round, but he's never welcomed attention like this. He doesn't like to think about what sets him apart— as far as he's ever been concerned, he's just another working stiff, only slightly redder.

So he's not a fan of being bombarded with intrusive personal questions; at first, he dodges them with his trademark dry humor and deadpan expression, but then as time passes, with increasing discomfort and growing annoyance. It's too much. When one intrepid reporter and her camerawoman shove a lens in his face, asking about Mars of all things, he just about loses his last shred of patience. ] Ask a scientist.

[ Now might be a good time to help extract him from the situation, or someone's camera could end up on the ground. ]

002. Maurtia Falls,

[ Even though costumed supervillains aren't generally within his purview, this is familiar territory: a bad guy's a bad guy, no matter the shape or hilarious apparel. After confirming that the frozen folk were still alive, he pursues her with the intent to apprehend. But even a hardened criminal like Feelia is running for her very life the moment she sees who— what— is chasing after her. ]

Hey, lady! Slow down!

[ Hellboy calls out, but she doesn't listen. Half-mad with terror, Feelia doesn't even see you in her way until she's slamming into you, clutching at your shirt, begging for help. Help, the Devil's coming for her. ]

003. Nonah,

[ Hellboy turns down the booze, uncharacteristically— after his latest mis...adventure back home, he's thinking he might need to hop on the wagon— but he's happy enough to sample the other offerings at this Oktoberfest. It's cute. He's avoiding the larger crowds, but hangs off to the side, happy enough to speak with anyone else around. He also takes the time to explore the weird phone-device he's been given. He holds it awkwardly in his large stone right hand, so he can poke uncertainly at it with his normal left hand, human-y fingers better suited for these fiddly little tasks. Technology, really not his strong suit. ]

[ Or find him giving the crossbow contest a try, and aiming... uh, horrendously. His bolt hits a tree, impressively off-target. ]

Oh. Whoops.

004. Wildcard,

[ Anything! I'm game. ]

Heropa

[Georgia isn't used to this much... stuff. People, crowded around, laughing and playing and touching each other like they're not afraid of turning into a zombie at any minute. She gets it conceptually. This isn't her world. Most people here don't expect to turn into a zombie at any given moment. It's still weird as hell.

At least her journalist training had involved a lot of getting used to crowds so she could be in situations like this and not freak out. She still keeps to the edges of the crowd, staring out through her sunglasses and scowling. There's a difference between not freaking out and actually being comfortable. Besides, she's here to observe.

She's not sure there's a story here, but she keeps coming back to the Scarecrows. Something about them.....

It's probably nothing.]

Maurtia Falls

[A supervillain on the loose. People frozen by her powers. And here's Georgia, supposedly some kind of superhero, in a position to help, and she's not sure what to do.

A zombie attack she could handle. Armed guards, political conspiracy... she's dealt with it all. She has not dressed with a superpowered woman in a mushroom costume. She doesn't have a protocol for this. Should she break out her superpowers, that she doesn't trust and has barely tried to use? Should she pull out her gun and start shooting?

No. She's always said words are her strongest weapon. She knows how she's handled most threats in the past when they aren't actively trying to eat her. She yanks out her MP3 recorder and shoves herself into the path of the woman.]

Excuse me? Georgia Mason. After the End Times. Do you have time to answer a few questions?

[This might be the dumbest thing she's ever done. Shaun would be proud.]

de chima

[ Clark isn't sure how these people know he's an ImPort, dressed casually in clothing that has nothing to do with his red and blue uniform, but they do. At first it's just a couple of people stopping him on the street to say hello and maybe chat for a few minutes about how he's assimiliating. Then it's a few more, giggling and asking for pictures or autographs, and asking really inapropriate questions about fellow ImPorts and what are his chances of dating this lady or that guy.

It's a little uncomfortable, to be honest. Back home, he was asked a lot of general questions as Superman, but these people are something else. And then the camera crews finally show up just when he's exiting a little cafe. The initial questions are much the same: intrusive, silly, straight out of the gossip rags. But they a reporter asks about the mission, like he hasn't been here for only a few days. ]

I haven't been briefed on that yet. Mars? Really? That's something. Look, when more information is available ... [ He trails off, letting the crew form their own opinion on what he'll do. Then, ] I'd be happy to take one of your business cards.

nonah

[ Oktoberfest! Good food, good beer, plenty of people milling around trying to be friendly to another, swapping stories and having a good time. The operative word being good. Clark heard about it through work and heads down on his day off, looking forward to the chance to get to know more of the local natives and maybe some of the other ImPorts. He's still a little shy when it comes to mingling with his own kind (that being non-native people from other worlds). But back home the Harvest festivals and Homecoming were always a time of strengthening community and celebrating what you had.

He's wandering through the stalls, stopping frequently to chat with the owners, and asking about this process for making cakes or that process for brewing decent beer. He wants to learn as much as he can about the people he's supposed to protect. And maybe write a piece or two for the local paper. Gotta keep those journalistic skills from getting rusty. ]

Oh, whoops! I'm sorry.

[ Of course, he could always turn away from chatting up someone about sausages and accidentally stumble against a complete stranger. ]

wildcard

[ have an idea? toss it this way. ]

Edited 2018-09-25 04:11 (UTC)

[ Oh, that. That is a trainwreck in the process of thinking about whether or not to happen. Clark has never met the guy before, but even from down the street, he can see the tension mounting, both on the part of Hellboy and the beat cub reporters.

As one himself, he winces in sympathy. Sometimes it really does come down to trying to get information from anyone you can.

On the other hand, tall and red looks about six seconds away from initiating violence so Clark picks up the pace just a little, managing to arrive as Hellboy is snarling his answer regarding science professionals. ]

Oh, there you are. Come on, big guy, let's go get some coffee. Maybe some danish. [ and a muttered 'play along', hoping the stranger has excellent hearing. ] My treat.

▌HEROPA.

( in a sea of pumpkins and fall-colored decorations, archie andrews, for once, does not stick out like a sore thumb. it's easy enough to blend in with the goings on with his red hair and the muted red/heather gray raglan shirt he has on. it feels sort of like home, too, before riverdale took a nosedive into murder and the mob underworld — small town festival with local food and carefree people ringing in the new season the only way they know how. there's definitely less drama here, which is kind of a relief, but his life has been so crazy lately he almost doesn't know how to relax and just enjoy it. and there is the whole superhero thing he hasn't quite wrapped his head around, but he can probably deal with that later.

of course, it wouldn't be much of a fair without a little live music, and archie finds himself drawn to the small stage more than any of the food the locals offer him. he politely declines the opportunity to try a deep fried pumpkin pie. he joins the small crowd at the foot of the stage, watching contentedly as the young woman on stage strums her guitar, her voice lilting through the streets as if carried by leaves on the wind. when the song is over, she announces that she'll need a volunteer for her next song. naturally, archie is the only one who raises his hand when she asks if anyone can sing. he makes his way onstage, awkwardly waving at the crowd of people he doesn't recognize. it's a little weird to not perform for the townspeople he's known since he was a kid. )

Uh, hi. I'm Archie Andrews. I'll try not to screw this next one up. ( thankfully, it doesn't matter if he knows the next song or not, because his new power knows it for him. he can't imagine there being another scenario where it would actually be useful.

and, you know, it's kind of fun singing with a total stranger in front of more total strangers. the crowd seems to get into it more, at least. he might get finagled to stay on stage for a few more songs, but once the set is done, he'll make his way offstage, hopefully back toward the rest of the fair if no one intercepts him to comment on his singing or ask if he'll join their band next. )

▌NETWORK.

ID: archie

is anyone else a little freaked out by this superhero thing? not that it's not cool it just seems a little too good to be true and like i wouldn't normally say this but how hard would it be to have a normal teenage experience for once??

( murders, mystery, mayhem, the mafia ... now superheroes and supervillains. let a kid live. )

▌WILDCARD.

( choose your own adventure! )

01

[ Sophie doesn't take part of the scarecrow building, but she stays around, peering from over a book she's reading to pass the time. She has nowhere better to be anyway, and no interest to interact with anyone. Not just yet. It's still a bit of a shock to see so many like her, even if they're not aware. Is she stuck in another book? Maybe a movie, it's hard to tell.

The sun goes down and everything takes on tones of orange... including the scarecrow's eyes. Sophie walks up to one and leans forward, more curious than scared. ]

Are you going to start moving now? Go asking for a brain?

[ She looks at the other scarecrows. ]

Might be an issue.

02

[ The moment Sophie notices people are getting a little too close to comfort, she bolts. Literally, around corners and as fast as she can. She doesn't want crowds, nor attention, she wants her piece and quiet to think. To think and to try and find answers... or at least some good questions to keep herself sane.

Still, it seems like her attempts to warrant some personal space look like an invitation to board her for some people, somehow. It doesn't matter that she looks a bit panicked by now, there's people that just don't know when to stop. Are those recorders in their hands? ]

Please... I just want to be left alone...

Out and about

[ In less clear cut news, Sophie can found sitting in whatever nook and cranny she might find, usually with a book covering her face, lost in its pages. She doesn't seem to be carrying much beyond the clothes on her back and a book, and the time of the day doesn't stop her from reading, squatting and generally avoiding human interaction.

Still, she's a growing girl and the same, and it happens that when you're passing by (maybe without even noticing her) her stomach makes an unearthly noise, loud and poignant, indicative that she has indeed forgotten to eat for God knows how long, probably a day and some more.

The sound removes her completely from her reading, of course, face going red like a beet, book moving further closer, this time to cover her factions as she goes very still, perhaps believing that everyone is part T-Rex and won't be able to find her if she doesn't move.

That's when her stomach goes for a bis. ]

Network

un: sophie

How do we know we're real?

Edited 2018-09-25 04:43 (UTC)

[ There are a few times when having a face that's difficult to read comes in handy, and this might be one of them. There's a second of confusion, only given away by his wide yellow eyes, before he smoothly transitions back to a perfectly flat expression. ]

Took you long enough.

[ Ha ha. He has no idea who this guy is, but he's not ungrateful for the intervention and he'll readily follow Clark away from the reporters; he knows when he's on the verge of doing something ill-advised. Lets his temper simmer gradually down.

Once they're out of earshot, he adds musingly, ]

I actually could use some coffee.

01. Heropa
[ He'd give the medical staff this much - they had done a much better job of putting him back together than Palpatine had attempted to. Still, he ended up looking rather more like the decorations than he liked, but people were...good. It was strange, people not being afraid of him and still was caught off guard.

Or maybe that was his intuition warning him, as it seemed to happen the most near the scarecrows. ]

03. Maurtia Falls
[ Years spent as Darth Vader had left him more than prepared to intimate reporters away, and the years prior as the Hero Without Fear of the Republic had taught him how to act while being filmed. As such, he'd been able to slide between a graceful exit or simply being ignored. Until this one, who followed him intensely, seemingly unwilling to be intimidated. She'd give Leia a run for her money in stubborn at least. But the question at least earned a stern enough glare she took a half step back. ]

The type of technology needed for interplanetary travel with a small part of a solar system is a stepping stone to a wider technology. The cost of such expansion is minuscule compared to the advantages it offers, and is about time this planet caught up.

Wildcard
[ Pick a location, go for it. ]

...NETWORK...

[A very harried and yet morose looking man in his late 40s or early fifties. He's dressed in a completely un-striking brown business suit with a basic forgettable striped tie and his beard and hair are graying. When he speaks, it is with something easily identifiable as an East Coast/New England American accent of the modern/21st century. He carries himself like a man who is tired and hates everything. ]

My name--

[He cuts himself off and purses his lips with aggravation as if biting back his tone. One arm remains folded in front of him as if he had just been crossing his arms. That hand clutches his file. The other holds the phone like he is mad at it.]

I don't even know why I'm even-- [Despite his reservations, he decides he sort of has no choice.]

My name is Toby Ziegler. I work for the Presi--I work for A United States President. Usually that carries some weight towards getting information; I see that's not the case around here, but if anyone has any IDEA what's going ON beyond this scant briefing-- [He waves around his folder of introductory information, voice rising with irritation.] I would appreciate some actual answers!

...HEROPA...

[Toby looks at the offered pumpkin spiced coffee with a long suffering sigh.]

Well, I guess some things are the same in every universe.

...DE CHIMA...

[He is well-practiced with journalists, sort of. Toby really doesn't like doing the Daily Press Briefings. He really hates it. And given that he's just arrived, he has yet to acclimate to this world's political climate. Toby looks up from the article he's reading on the very subject the journalists are asking about and gives them a glare.]

No comment at this time.

...PICK YOUR OWN...

P.S

Edited 2018-09-25 06:18 (UTC)

[ Now there's a name Reggie remembers. And voice, and of course face, but it's hearing Archie say his name into the microphone that makes Reggie double-take and stop wandering the faire to listen.

Shit. He's been so convinced that this wouldn't happen he doesn't know what to feel right now. Overwhelmed, confused, and happy, for sure-- he'll start with that. Archie may not even remember anything from his previous time here, which is fine. Reggie's tried to prepare himself for that possibility ahead of time, too. But then again, he might remember. Which is... well, complicated.

Reggie doesn't want to overthink things too much yet; he claps when Archie finishes, running over to him. ]

Hey, Andrews! [ Archie also gets greeted with one of Reggie's typical friendly slaps on the ass. ] I should've guessed you'd be just in time for pumpkin spice season.

[There’s a low and impressed whistle, nearby, and Molly comes sauntering up to the—well, he hopes this guy’s a fellow tiefling, he really does, but something tells him probably not. Maybe it’s the giant right hand that’s making him think twice about categories, but even then it doesn’t stop him from walking up anyway.]

Mind if I try? [he says, with no skill in firing a crossbow whatsoever. But hey, there’s a first time for everything.] Who knows, might be I’m worse than you are.

[There’s always a silver lining to these things.]

Edited 2018-09-25 08:41 (UTC)

Maurtia Falls

[ Truth be told, it's been a while since Red's actually exhibited some heroics of her own volition. She got used to her days of organized crimefighting being behind her. But now that she's a card-carrying hero in a place where that actually means something, she knows she needs to brush up on her do-gooding. And the annoying mushroom lady holding up traffic seems like as good a villain to practice on as any.

She leaps on top of the car The Mushroom Menace is currently looting, and strikes a flashy pose to make her entrance known. Red may say she's not one for theatrics, but really, old habits die hard. ]

Hey lady, buzz off!

[ ...Well, she may still find herself making over the top entrances, but she'd still rather not bother with an introduction before a fight. No reason not to get straight to the point, which is also why she's already charging up one of her arm cannons and aiming it at her fungus foe's head. ]

Nonah

[ Red is always looking for a little Action, so it's no surprise that she decided to check out this supposedly raucous Oktoberfest thing. At least, she assumed it'd be raucous, because there's free beer, but no one really seems blackout drunk. Obviously she wasn't planning on drinking herself, she's underage and needs to keep that criminal record squeaky clean if she wants to fly under the radar here, but she was really looking forward to picking a (verbal) fight with some pitiful drunk guy. Oh well.

But the chance to find some thrills is not lost! There are some targets set up here, evidently for some kind of lame activity. Red doesn't really care about the specifics, because an opportunity to get a bullseye is a challenge, and she won't back down from a challenge. Either that or she's just bored and needs to add some excitement to make the cost of admission worth it. Probably the latter, actually.

She retracts her right hand and fires a quick laser blast out of her arm cannon, vaporizing the board entirely. She blows away the smoke coming off of her cannon, satisfied with a job well done.

What she didn't consider is that maybe a target isn't an open invitation to fire lasers in the middle of a crowded festival, and a bunch of very confused and concerned people are now staring at her. ]

[ Really, Ahsoka should know by now that clear-cut bad guys always choose the ugly option. Feelia pauses long enough to glare, before sending her spores out toward her... but they don't get even close, and the reason for that is just to Ahsoka's left. ]

[ Luke grimaced as he held his hands out, trying very hard to concentrate on freezing all those spores in place. There were a lot of them and they were tiny, and he wasn't sure he was actually holding on to them all, and oh stars Ahsoka, please move. He really doesn't want to see his father's apprentice standing around like a statue. ]

[ Luke stood back, quietly watching the interview going on in front of him. It was kind of funny, seeing someone as tall and intimidating as his father being chased down by a determined reporter that was at least a foot shorter. He tried to smother the amused smile on his face in vain, finally sending out a gentle poke through the Force, if only to give him an excuse to escape. ]

[ Kanan, by now, basically qualifies as one of Maurtia Falls' self-appointed protectors. He's not usually big on the flashy heroic stuff, and as often as not walks around looking like a harmless blind guy, cane and all - but anyone who tries to mess with his town quickly learns it's a fool's errand.

Still, the traffic jam gives him pause, at least until he hears that familiar voice. Young - likely won't know who he is - but definitely Ahsoka.

And now the mushroom lady is saying something villainous, like "oh, you haven't seen ugly yet!" They always sound like something out of a bad holovid, honestly. Kanan grumbles a little and then he's leaping up onto the cars as well, igniting his own lightsaber. ]

You guys have got to come up with better villain speeches. Direct the spores back at her!

[ This last is intended for Ahsoka, of course, and as she turns to face him, preparing to attack, he holds out a hand to stop her in place. ]

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[Unlike Clark, Kirk isn't here by choice. He got turned around trying to navigate the confusing Nonah streets, and wound smack dab in the middle of the festival. With his unnaturally pale skin and large red goggles covering his eyes, he sticks out immediately as an imPort and is in the process of dodging yet another offer for free food (that he can't eat) when he nearly gets knocked off his feet by the stranger. Kirk staggers back as he regains his balance.]

It's fine.

[ It couldn't be said he felt a lacknof the Force. But to find another Force user...well. He hadn't. Not here. And even "home" it was rare and not always welcome. So Luke's nudge catches him slightly off guard and what little patience he'd had for this dogged reporter was snuffed out.

Instead of actually answering her, he fixes her with a stare so cold and flat it was almost painful on the receiving end, drawing out his silence enough to make her uncomfortable. ]

You know the history of your planet better than an recent arrival, one would hope. I suggest you brush up on how space exporation expanded your scientific and technical fields before asking me further questions.

[ Not giving her a chance to respond he marched passed, body language forbidding. But within the Force, there was a much different language, joy and warmth and even surprise directed at Luke, and a gentle pull to follow or lead, so long as privacy was the end. But he didn't even glance in Luke's direction, an immense effort, but made in an attempt to spare him the unwelcome shadow's attention. ]

[ Considering Sophie is a skinny young girl, Feelia pretty much throws her to the ground and slams her good against the concrete, knocking the air out of her- and knocking the book she was reading away. Everything turns into a flurry of colors and pain for a moment as Sophie tries to remember how to breathe.

Once her vision focuses, the reality of the situation sinks with relative ease. This woman is dressed way to suspiciously, she thinks, and the big, red, horned thing that's chasing her... well, she would like to say she's seen worse but Sophie isn't sure. Still, she's not one to judge a book by its cover. ]

Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

[ She wrestles away from Feelia, trying to untangle herself form the panicked woman, but she has a good grip on her. ]

Um, help, anyone?

[ Big red guy? Time to shine. ]

Heropa

Nope.

[At first, that's the only comment to accompany Tulip pulling her gun and shooting a scarecrow straight between the eyes. Eyes that had been, just a second ago, glowing orange. She didn't know what the hell was up with that, but it wasn't gonna be anything good. Better to just nip it in the bud before there were, like, crazy flesh eating children of the corn shit wandering around town.

She doesn't fire again, but does point the gun at the next scarecrow in the row. Her face is a perfect picture of unimpressed.]

Anyone else wanna pull that shit?

Nonah

[This was more like it. Forget getting mobbed with questions and whatever, this was how to treat a girl. Free drinks and weaponry. Though the people around Tulip are looking a little unsure about her slamming a beer and then picking up the crossbow like it was no thing. At only 5' 3", there is some nearby muttering that she might not be able to hold her drink. Not that they say it to her face- she does have a crossbow and all.

Tulip can be found lining up her shot, or later just accepting the free food and drinks and trying to stave off the boredom.]

Wild card

[Write a scene, Tulip will appear!]

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30 days has September

Kirk Langstrom | Gods and Monsters

selim bradley | fullmetal alchemist

:eyes: - Heropa

misty day | american horror story: coven

no subject

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

hellboy | hellboy

Georgia Mason | Newsflesh Trilogy

clark kent | dceu

de chima

archie andrews | teenage murder soap opera (riverdale)

Sophie Amundsen | Sophie's World

no subject

Anakin Skywalker | That Star Wars Nonsense |

Toby Ziegler | The West Wing

HEROPA.

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Red Action | OK K.O.

Maurtia Falls

Maurita Falls

MF

nonah

Re: Maurita Falls

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Tulip O'Hare | Preacher