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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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[ this is some serious back to the future bullshit. some kid reenacting marty mcfly cuts her off as she is walking and it takes a lot of restraint not to punch him in the face. she doesn't really care that he probably hasn't even hit puberty yet. she doesn't care that he mutters a cheerful "sorry!" either, flipping him off. quelle horreur. gtfo peasant.

she just wants her drink her coffee in peace is that really too much to ask? fingering the silk scarf at her throat, she perches on the very edge of a bench near a fountain, shooing a handful of birds away. she is not near caffeinated enough to deal with human beings. so for the moment, she'll be busy making out with her coffee and glaring venomously at... everything. except that dog over there. dogs are better than people.

and it's a poodle. ]

[The hoverboard went about ten feet before it had a new occupant, a pink haired girl in a Gothic solitary dress who giggled as she hopped onto the suddenly available ride. She managed to get the thing to turn around, wobbling quite a bit, her arms weaving as she tried to keep her balance.]

[As the board started back towards Riley she gave the seemingly older girl a slightly mocking little grin.]

You should be careful or somebody might swipe this, you know.

[Ooh. Did she know something about the origins of said board? Uh oh.]

Are you all right?

[It's fairly obvious just looking at the young man that he is not completely fine, but Qui-Gon cannot exactly blame him. This new world can't be strange and disorienting to him only.

He smiles, encouragingly.] My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. I take it you've only recently been brought here as well.

[Dick is impressed, for lack of a better word, watching the people milling to and fro in front of him. He sticks out from the crowd, accepting Florida's heat with dignity in his suit and tie, not a hair out of place. Which is saying something considering the last thing he remembers is being stabbed in the neck, sent back to Purgatory in an explosion of bone and ichor.

And suddenly, Florida. Oh there's rage there, Dick knowing he'd been bested by a pair of idiots with a manual. If they hadn't gotten their hands on that tablet, he would have been running America, herding the humans like they deserved. Was it really so bad what he wanted to do? Curing humans of disease, taking away all their worries as his family provided for them. All humans died in the end, the only bad part Dick could see from their point of view was not being able to choose how or when they went.

Typical humans, fighting against things that could be good for them. Now though? Now Dick has a second chance. He can't sense any of his family around though, no sight or anything of any other Leviathan. A shame, two heads are better than one, and despite none of them being on his level when it comes to intelligence, they're good for the leg work. For now on he'll have to get is own coffees. But that's after he poses for a picture with two imPort fans, arms round their shoulders as he gives a toothy grin for the camera.

Dick Roman will make sure this second chance isn't blown. Not with such delicacies wandering around.]

02.

[ Ohhh, but being in new places is so exciting!! Missile's not entirely sure how he got here -- did he die again? Can ghosts actually die? -- but all the new smells and sounds are so overwhelming that he can't do much else but run all over the place the moment he's let loose on the beach front, barking frantically at passing vehicles and chasing excitedly after anything that looks like a ball.

It's not until a sausage bun vendor feels sorry enough to give the obviously lost little doggie something to eat that Missile calms down enough to actually stay still, and realize something rather significant: he has paws! And people can see him!

But wait, isn't this just a little strange? Wasn't he dead until just now? And wasn't he supposed to be doing something ... important?

The sight of the waves lapping gently against the golden sands of the beach abruptly reminds him of what's very, very wrong, and he leaps up in alarm, half-eaten sausage abandoned. ]

Miss Kamila! Don't worry, I'm coming to save you!!!

[ Yes, that's a rather shockingly human (though distinctly yappy) voice that tears out of the tiny Pomeranian racing directly into crystal blue water ... ... ... except it quickly becomes obvious that he can't even manage a doggie paddle. ]

Edited 2014-07-26 12:08 (UTC)

With a nod of greeting, Qui-Gon looks in the direction of the parade, still in progress. "Something makes them very pleased to see us." What that is, he cannot even guess; perhaps it's only the nature of the people on this world.

"You're a new arrival too, I see."

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No. [There's a woman with a camera asking to take his picture and he's just walking past her as politely as he can manage. Which just makes it seem rude to anyone else, he's tense as more wave and cheer and it's so... backwards.

What is WRONG with everyone? Are they that happy to eventually be destroyed by him? Do they really not realize who he is? No. Of course not, they all think he's a HERO now. How ridiculous is that?

He's been ushered around and into a vehicle and told what he was and where he was and it took everything he had then not to kill everyone. And now? with the masses flocking around them and a few zeroing in on him because of his armor, perhaps? It's truly annoying him to the point he's very near to snapping.

He hears a shutter from in the crowd and a child smiles at him before walking away.

He wants so badly to just forget the idea of a facade and massacre the lot of them. See how much they love him then. But without his army, with out his 8-balls and angels he has no power here. They're geared to handle powerful villians, there are other humans and the like with abilities to match if not destroy him. He couldn't just murder everyone like before. He'd lost the war once, even if he'd wiped out most of humanity doing so, and that was in his own element. Here? He had nothing. He'd have to build from the ground up.

So it was best to slip on that smile he'd practiced so often and play along. Make the people love him, or at least keep them in the dark about his true nature. Make them trust him with their lives and lead the sheep to the slaughter. He'd play the hero as long as he had to to get what he needed from the system.

With the next group of people he smiles warmly. Perhaps he'd been too rude to them. Let them love him and worship him. He'll be the vision of the Archangel humans always dreamed of. He pushes his wings out from his back and spreads them in a grand display, causing one girl to swoon and nearly faint at the sight. He looks picturesque, handsome and perfect and he takes to the sky with a strong flap to show off a bit.

He'll feed them all some lie before being offered a drink at the malt shop. He gladly accepts and goes to have himself a sundae on the house.]

04

[There he is, nearly at the end of his sundae when here comes a car speeding out of control. He looks up as if completely unintrested until he sees the kids on skateboards unaware of the hovering death heading their way. He's content to sit and watch the scene, partially excited for the outcome.

It hits him then, he should probably do something more than just look the part. He sighs, waiting very nearly till it seems to late before making his move.

He steps in front of the car, bends his knees to root himself to the ground as he prepares for impact, unfurling his wings with a snap. His fist meets the top of the car, slamming it down so it's momentum caries it end over end. He catches it with his immense strength, wings flapping and knees bending so he isn't crushed. He stands slowly and throws it down on it's side, keeping it out of harms way and the people inside relatively safe. The driver is trapped unless he crawls across the seats to the passenger door to get out. Which he seems to be wary of the angry angel glaring at him to stay put.

Honestly? Not really giving a damn about the kids with skateboards but when two of them run up and latch onto his waist in thanks he almost bulks. There's an awkward moment before he laughs and pats them on the head and shoos them off.

Ugh, this playing hero business is grating. He knows the cops weren't far behind so he saunters back over to finish his sundae like nothing happened.]

(ooc: Bother him, join him, mock him, ask questions, anything goes in either option!)

Edited 2014-07-26 12:44 (UTC)

[Giovanni can't help but give a laugh from the bench he's occupying.]

Si it is a bit ridiculous, I agree.

I'm fine.

[ Erk. That's not how superhoeres talk, is it? The awestruck look on the stranger's face makes her rethink her dialogue. Snappy dialogue can make (or break) fandom ]

Just doing my job!

[ Nailed it ]

"Which don't make sense. They're looking for heroes, capes and masks and all of that nonsense." He frowned, scratching at his beard. Freaking Florida heat.

"Yeah, got here a few days ago, which makes even less sense. Could have sworn the whole Cold War thing was over already."

[Scully glances up. It isn't startled, but the motion is sharp enough to betray that the interruption is unwelcome. All the same, after a few moments of searching assessment, she offers a cursory smile. It isn't very genuine, except in its wryness.]

I'm thinking it's not a very good idea to brand people like cattle and unleash them on the world with the expectation that they're going to be interested in doing you a favour.

[Maybe that's what all the smiling faces are about. Scully doesn't really trust them any more than the rest of it, inclined though she might be to trust in the goodness of regular people. Or the potential for goodness; it's hard to tell anymore what she should think of that class of humanity she doesn't encounter on the day to day. For years beyond bank tellers and baristas it seems they've all been extraordinary, or at least bound by extraordinary circumstances. That she's taking this relatively well, that she's lucid, is evident of the fact that she hasn't worked out how to rationalize it all yet. That will happen. That's her job, after all, and her job is just about all she has.

There are, of course, perks. Not all of it is terrible. All of a sudden she misses Mulder's languid conversation, the easy, but carefully invested style of his debating, how together they could face matters of gravitas from behind the safety of a smile. All this passes as she looks up at the interloper consideringly, thumb stilling atop the tattoo.

It would be nice to be able to trust him.]

Thinking I'd like my life back.

[What she's said catches up with her after it's spoken, sparking a flash of memory:

You have a life, Dana.

I don't know what I have.

She'd felt so stagnant once. Unwillingly torn away from a normal life, a husband and a family, for the sake of someone else's crusade and her own addiction to danger, rebellion, and so many other things; she'd been angry. Angry at Mulder, angry at herself, angry at the vast and faceless horde of other people who had set out to destroy her along with what she knows. It wasn't where she'd thought she'd end up when she took the assignment to work with Fox Mulder, and if she had known, maybe she'd never have taken it at all.

But here she is, telling a stranger honestly and without hesitation that she wants that life back. That she would take it back equally honestly and without hesitation.

Scully ducks her head to hide the subtle shift in her expression, the pain that tugs at the corners of her mouth. When she looks up again, she's wearing another of those tellingly professional smiles.]

How about you?

[He saw the whole thing, the show of immense strength, the wings and the humble hero awkwardly accepting thanks from the children he'd saved. It was good show, and Balthazar had seen plenty.

Another angel? From another world? Wouldn't be the first time, and to be honest, he's just itching to find out more. Never mind the hedonism, curiosity was his biggest temptation.

He waits till the children had run off before flitting over to the others side, his arrival announced by the sound of silent wings. He smiles, half charm, half amused consideration as he looks the other over.]

Not a bad show, really not bad at all. Always nice to see another one of the flock.

"Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. And outfits," he added with an amused look. The clothing worn by the inhabitants of this were unlike anything he had seen before, and Qui-Gon had visited a great many worlds.

But then the man mentioned the war "Is this cold war the one which this army has called us here to fight? I'm afraid I know nothing of the history of this planet and it's peoples."

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[ This is place is seriously, seriously fucked up.

Sure -- Tamsin's lived lifetime after lifetime, has seen a lot worse here and there. Well, she assumes, since what she can remember isn't always so clear. Nevermind the fact that Valkyrie means war, and war means some shit that matters a little more than technological anachronisms. Still, hey, give a Fae some credit. Instead of standing on the sidewalk, rubbing her tattoo and trying not to wonder what kind of mushrooms she ate last night, she's in a diner drinking a goddamn malt milkshake, hitting the jukebox with her fist. ]

Oh, come on!

[ Futuristic or not, jukeboxes totally work the same way in every universe, right?

And what kind of self respecting place doesn't have Van Halen? ]

[That soft flutter of wings is what catches his utmost attention and he glances up at the other fellow. There's a pause as he studies him trying to get a read or a feel for who he was, though he didn't see any wings... curious.]

Flock? [He stifles an amused noise at that thought. He hadn't been part of anything in a long time. He ran the show these days, not followed.]

Are there more like us here?

[He'd introduce himself to this unknown angel but he wanted to know for sure if he could find more of them. If there were other angels maybe he could have somewhere to start his army. Assuming they weren't all for humanity now.]

[Balthazar smirked and shrugged.]

A few. Though it's clear you're not from the same parts we are.

[His head tilts, considering the other angel, still smiling his knowing smile.]

So... Who are you?

Having a rough time?
[The next time Bobby turns around, Balthazar is just a ways in front of him, looking ever so amused by the cosplaying children. Why didn't he ever get cosplayers? Oh right, not a hero.]

You do remember me, don't you? Because otherwise... Awkward.

[Fuck jail.

Lucifer wanders through the festivities, more or less invisible to most of the people there. He has no interest in interacting with most of the humans or imPorts present, but it's useful to get a feel for the new arrivals- and there is one new arrival in particular.

He watches the angel before approaching. Blending in with the crowd and keeping his grace tightly gathered to him so as to not give himself away.

When the angel heads off to get some food, Lucifer follows along.] That was quite a display you put on back there.

[A few? That doesn't sound promising at all. Though more interestingly he seems to think they're different. How different is certainly the question. It'd be extremely bad if he ended up out-classed in this world, by his own kin at that. That would definitely put a wrench in his plans. More angels like Michael, or worse, STRONGER than Michael, to deal with sounds like a headache already.

He offers the other a warm smile, though something seems off in his expression, perhaps it's not quite reaching his eyes. He's glad to meet one of his brothers though and he offers the other his hand for a shake.]

I am the Archangel Gabriel. And you are?

[Just when he was hoping to get a moment to breath and drop all the false smiles, which were starting to hurt his face, along comes another fellow. He turns to the man with a small smile on his face, annoyance only barely breaking through a little, taking his comment as a compliment for the time being and --

Hm, there's something about this one he can't quite put his finger on. He won't let it show though as he studies Nick.]

Thank you. Anything to keep the fans happy I suppose.

[He motions to the seat opposite of him.] You may join me if you like.

[All the better to figure out who this is and why he can't shake that odd feeling.]

[Gabriel. Another Gabriel, just wonderful. He doubted this one was as amusing as his elder brother was. Still he accepts the hand and shakes it like there was no reason to be intimidated by the Archangel. None at all.

Not like he was outclassed or anything.]

Balthazar. pleasure, I'm sure.

[Pulling his hand back, the angel stepped around the other, looking at the wings. They seemed similar enough to his own, perhaps Gabriel could see a shadow of them behind him, folded neatly back.]

now I don't know about you but I'd like to get out of this ghastly heat. Drink?

Balthazar. [He lets the name roll off his tongue. He turns to watch as the other roams around him, noting the shadow of wings at his back. He cocks his head slightly and boldly reaches to brush his hand through the folded primaries as he walks past. A light gesture, like letting a stream run over your fingers.

He wonders briefly why he keeps them in such a state. Why not proudly wear them for all to see? Though if their wings are more vulnerable, it would make sense.]

That is the best offer I've had all day. Lead the way, brother.

[ yep, this is totally what heroes do. she zips after the car in full superhero regalia—Kaine had vouched to keep tonight to himself, but he's definitely missing all the action! she'd relay to him the heroics at babbling speed when she returned from her rounds. she's heading up the car, but draws back in mid-air during her levitation when she sees A GIANT HAND moving to scoop the children out of the way. ]

Ah—! Kids like ice cream!

[ of course, things never go that smoothly, as the car shrieks around the corner, she can already hear the kids burst out in tears. so in the process of Kamala setting down the children and the children looking like they're about to have a heart attack, she reaches out with her empathetic powers, floating upside down. ]

It's okay, don't cry. You're super safe now, because a superhero saved you.

[ amazingly, that actually seems to stop the water works right away. there were perks of literal emotional manipulation. ]

[He fills the touch, turning abruptly. So he could see his wings. Fair enough, but just touching them like that? Rude. He hasn't even bought him dinner yet. This other Gabriel was something to be considered. Watched maybe until Balthazar could get a read on him.]

Just up the street. Not a bad place, for Florida. [He gestures for the other to walk with him, hands slipping into his pockets, ignoring the occasional ImPort groupie as he'd come to call them.]

I think I will. [No 'thank you'

He sits himself down, studying the angel in the same way he is being studied. He saw those wings, earlier. Solid and made of matter- rather than just a manifestation of the spiritual. Even Lucifer could not make his wings appear like that.]

I take it you're not just one of the ordinary rank and file, what with all that power. [His words might indicate amazement, but Lucifer's tone certainly doesn't.]

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