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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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[Madness. This is madness. That, or some infection set in the wound the Assassin left her, and this is a hallucination borne of illness...or worse. But she is not about to let the prospect of death set her back.

So a woman dressed very unsuitably for the climate—good lord, is that chain mail?—is stomping around looking very cross. This is not her beautiful house; this is not her beautiful Crusades. Finally, when she's had absolutely enough of seeing nothing familiar, this well-bred noble Englishwoman from the middle ages lets her feelings show regardless of who's nearby to hear.]

This is a bunch of horseshite.

Whaaaat the fuck are you wearing?

[She's seen some people in spandex, but this is... new. And makes Ellie sweat a little more than she already is. She's started wearing shorts out, but long sleeves are still the way to go.]

Are you talking to me, boy?

[It doesn't occur to her that Ellie is a girl. By Maria's standards, she's simply a rather delicate-looking boy.]

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[This is why her boobs need to show up. Any day now, chest. She glances around, just to be sure. Nope. She's talking to her.]

I'm not a boy!

[Come to think of it, that voice is rather high-pitched, even for a boy who hasn't undergone the change yet.]

Then why are you dressed like one?

[ He sees the cloak from behind a distance away amid the milling crowd, zeroes in with lightning intensity on the red cross in its field of white. Abstergo feels like a breath away in that moment, the Animus at his back and a half-mad Templar on the other side, the recent memory of Daniel Cross's voice crawling up his spine.

Desmond shivers in spite of the heat, eyes narrowed in the shade of his hood. Then she speaks, her voice carrying in the humid air, and it's with a certain uncomfortable shock that he realizes he knows this woman, surprise rooting him to the spot. What the fuck? ]

[With no special abilities to speak of, it's not Eagle Sense or anything else that prompts Maria to notice the man. It's simple aggravation, because walking in this direction for who knows how long has done her no good.

So when she veers off to the side, there's no particular reason the young man in her peripheral vision should catch her notice. Alas, he does.]

What are you staring at?

[ Red flickers at the edge of his vision, catching Maria in its brief, neon glow.

Oh. Of course.

This wasn't in any of the First Civ's calculations, getting torn from his world and tossed here to be confronted with his Templar grandmother from a millennium ago. ]

No. No, I refuse, I'm fucking done. This is fucking ridiculous.

[Maria is almost ready to roll her eyes and stomp away when—

Wait. Wait just one minute.

She strides closer, peering at the shadowing face under the hood, and her eyes (and nostrils) flare wide when she gets a better look.]

You!

...What?

[ Desmond isn't expecting her to make for him, or the unmistakeable look of furious recognition. It takes the wind out of his sails, vexation at the forefront of his own anger. How the hell would she know that? ]

Assassin!

[With that, she draws her sword. It doesn't matter that he's dressed differently, even sounds differently, and doesn't appear to be attacking. It's time for round two.]

Come to finish me off, have you? That was a mistake!

[Yeah he better run or dodge or something.]

[ WELP dodge he does, darting back out of the range of the shining steel. If her raiments hadn't attracted attention before, Maria's shout and the bright gleam of her broadsword certainly have now, though the crowd starting to gawk around them seem to consider the whole display a kind of show instead of a real, legitimate danger.

Fuck. ]

Are you crazy?!

[With a brown paper bag of groceries in her arms, Tess is nearby when she hears the comment of horseshite. She pauses and shifts the bag to one arm, looking at the oddly dressed person with a tilted head and curious look.

What in the hell is this person--woman?--wearing? Whatever it is, it's a pretty damn good costume. Very believable.]

A little early for Halloween, isn't it?

[Maria nearly strides right past, but the woman's statement has her confused.]

I beg your pardon? Hallow what?

Halloween. End of October. Kids come screaming at your door for candy, ringing the doorbell a million times-- TRICK OR TREAT! [Yes, Tess did raise her voice a little in a shout to mimic the children.] --they shout, in their little high pitches voices.

Did you forget about Halloween?

[Well that sure is... expressive.]

Can I help you? I don't think I know where the Ren Faire is but I'd be happy to look it up for you.

[Finally, someone offers help rather that ridicule.]

I look for no faire. I seek my comrades, or failing that, some answer as to what the hell is going on here.

Oh. I'm sorry I thought- You must be new here.

Okay, I know it sounds really strange, but we've been brought here by something called the Porter, and it doesn't care where or when you're from. If it wants to take you, it's going to take you. Why don't you tell me where you've come from or who you're looking for and we can take it from there?

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

Si it is a bit ridiculous, I agree.

[She casts him an annoyed look, but it's not really directed at him. He jut happens to be there.]

You sound awfully jolly, despite its ridiculousness.

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Maria Thorpe | Assassin's Creed

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