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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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[She's just finished posing for a photo, an uncomfortable expression on her face when she's greeted. He's tall, poised, speaking with a voice that would not be easily dismissed. Victoria's brows rise. Archangel Michael.]

Well you're very upfront.

[Her slight accent makes the 'w' sound like it was combined with a 'v'. She gives a smile, it's a little strained, the people around them watching and staring with no sense of privacy.]

Victoria Black. A pleasure. [A shutter goes off, a bright flash illuminating both their faces and she turns, settling a cold glare on the person responsible. The man with the camera goes a little pale and quickly leaves.]

I don't know about you but I really need some shade.

Victoria. [A polite, though somewhat curt, nod was made in her direction.]

[The camera flash causes him to blink, but her glare has the man turning tail and scurrying off.]

How about over there?

[There was an unoccupied bench with an adjacent tree nearby, and the shade adequate for their needs. If they hurried, they might make it before anyone else takes the seat.

Michael started to move, the crowd parting easily for him as he did. Once there, he sat stiffly to one side, gesturing for her to sit next to him.]

And where are you from, if you don't mind the question.

It'll do.

[She says regarding the bench and follows him, pulling her hood up to better hide her face. It was the only bit of skin exposed. She turns and sits gracefully, one leg smoothly crossing over the other.]

Why? The accent?

Australia and Germany. You?

Not the accent, I should be more specific.

[The accent was intriguing, but he was referring more to her style of attire, pale skin, and striking features. The archangel couldn't help but assume that she was from another world, like himself, as that it seemed to be a common trait among the new imPorts.

Some were from similar worlds as his own, others from amazingly different versions. He'd yet to see anyone from his, but he wouldn't count out the possibility.]

You just don't look very human. [It was far from an insult.] And I was curious as to where you're from. Maybe we could compare our home worlds, see if we are from the same place.

[It was a strange request, but he genuinely hoped someone here would be from the same place as he was.]

Heh, it could help.

[It was said with a teasing warmth. As he looked, she looked back. He seemed human enough, but he smelled distinctly different and he way he moved, all that poise. He was a warrior, she didn't doubt that. His comment on not looking human makes her laugh.]

Well I was human. Once. Haven't been for years. But unless you've got vampires in your world, I don't think either one of us is going to have luck.

[Her expression softens, catching the faint bit of hope in his voice.]

Sorry. But let's compare notes anyway. I've never met an Angel before.

Not that I know of.

[To be honest with himself, he hadn't paid enough attention to anything on Earth except the humans. He had been consumed by his want to protect them, that everything else had slipped under the radar. It hadn't always been like that, but it was almost as if he couldn't remember a time when he hadn't felt that way. It was entirely likely that there were vampires in his world.]

And I've never met a vampire. Until today.

[Michael leaned against the back of the bench, crossing his legs at the ankles. The sun was bright, and he felt inordinately relaxed.]

Anything striking about your world, that I would have to know to be from it. An extermination war, perhaps?

Well... that's not entirely a bad thing, having no vampires.

[Her lips curve, watching him relax. He seemed to enjoy the sun, while she huddled in the shade offered by the tree, still cool despite the warmth of the day.]

An extermination war? [Her brow furrows.] There's... It's been...

[She sighs and shifts, turning her body a little towards him.]

About twenty years ago, I was in Sydney and to the north, flash of light, shock wave of heat that blows out nearly every bit of glass in the city. People think it's a bomb, nuclear except no mushroom cloud, no sudden vaporising. Just light then, the wave and then all the power goes out. Electronics are fried.

And you'd think that'd be bad enough except things start coming out of the darkness, as if the explosion had woken them up.

We called them the Slaugh and it's rather apt if you know your faerie folklore.

Sound familiar?

You don't seem so bad.

[If all vampires were like her, then why would it be better that there weren't vampires in his world? Michael turned to look at her, wondering if the sun bothered her by the way she hunkered down under the shade from the tree.]

No. It isn't familiar. [His brows furrowed a bit.] I guess that means we're from different places.

Not that I necessarily mind. Considering that what you describe sounds rather unpleasant.

[The archangel'd had enough to deal with, and was glad that he hadn't had to manage in a world like the one she described. The humans would have perished all the quicker if adding in explosions and dangerous creatures.]

Are you happy to be gone from that place? Or do wish you hadn't been stolen from it?

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So far.

[One shoulder lifts in a shrug.]

And I'm more exception than a rule. If you met my maker, you'd think otherwise. Trust me.

[A thoughtful hum, the sound almost a purr.]

I didn't think so. I would've recognized a face like yours.

[The corner of her mouth quirks, the vampire smirking within her cowl.]

It isn't really, but I suppose it could be worse. People live, people fight. Digging in their heels and telling the dark to go fuck itself.

[She sounded proud, almost like a mother speaking of her children.]

No... Well... It's nice to be somewhere that isn't a war zone, but I'd rather like to be back. I have things to be looking after.

[She shifts, one moment looking ahead, the next looking right at him, the movement sharp and uncanny.]

And what what about you? Your world? You mentioned something of an Extermination War?

[The archangel didn't press her about what things she had back in her world that needed her, he had secrets of his own and wasn't going to pry.]

My brethren attempted genocide of the humans. I suppose, much like your world, the humans didn't have an easy time of it.

[A difficulty that Michael was intricately sewn into. He had stood for them, against his siblings, and their fate, and his own, were no longer two separate lines.]

Angels walk among men now, the two sides fighting to destroy each other. It is..unfortunate to say the least. There are even lower angels that inhabit the bodies of the recently deceased. It is indecorous.

[That was an understatement, but it was all he could think of to describe them. Though his distaste for the 8-balls was clear on his face.]

[She frowned, watching the expressions on his face.]

Other angels... Killing mankind? Why?

[It flew in the face of everything she knew about them, even if her knowledge was limited. But, she'd been wrong about vampires, why were angels so different?]

Okay so they just possess people? That's rude. Mustn't be fun. For you either.

They have their reasons, though I do not agree with them.

[Michael leaned towards her, as if he was telling her a horrid and dirty secret.]

It was supposed to be my job, but I refused, and our father left. [He leaned back, sighing.] In turn, the other angels blame me and the humans for his abandonment.

[The archangel had never told anyone all that, at least not all in one sitting or to a person he'd just met. Maybe it had something to do with her being a vampire.]

Are you casting a spell on me? Is that how you are getting me to talk?

[Michael was watching her, ready to base the entirety of their future together on whether she knew he was joking or not. It was so little a thing to decide if they would be friends or not, but it felt suiting to him.]

Reasons?

[Her head cocked, puzzling over his words. God left, they blamed him and he was supposed to have... Well that changed things, Victoria now all the more curious about this Archangel. One brow arches in mimicry of an old character she loved.]

Fascinating.

[His question summons a smirk and she leans instead into his space, peering up at him. He was watching her back, gauging her reaction and she chuckled.]

I don't think your will so weak to fall beneath my compulsion. I must be just that pretty.
[Jokes rested upon their delivery, and hers was spont on. Just the right amount of dry and self deprecating tone to sell her amused smile. ]

They think he left us all because I wouldn't slaughter the humans anymore, at his behest. The angels hate me for that, and hate the humans because our father always seemed to love them more.

[That was a bit of a sore spot for him, too, but one he would never completely analyze. He kept his ground, not moving away as she moved closer.]

I guess not. But you could do that? On someone weaker willed than myself?

[His head was canted, finding her reaction to him to be exactly what he had wanted.]

Your beauty doesn't play a factor in this. I was thinking the connection was something deeper.

[Even though she'd been joking, he was quite serious now. He appreciated that she could discern his particular type of humor, but he still was curious as to why he was so open with her.]

[A sigh. Well then.]

Jealousy is not becoming of celestial beings. [A slight frown crosses her features.] Why did you stop?

[A pause and then a slow nod.]

Compulsion we call it. Not entirely common among our kind but... Useful. [Victoria looked away, leaving his space.] I don't like using it unless I must.

[His compliment brought a soft brush of heat to her cheeks, which was a surprise unto itself. ] Haven't been called beautiful in a long time.

[Looking back at him, the vampire studies his features with as much thought as he regarded hers. ]

I can't say. Maybe it's because we're both strangers in a strange land. Maybe something else, Michael.

[There could be something. She hasn't felt so comfortable next to someone that wasn't her daughter in years.]

I stopped because it was the right thing to do.

[The last few words spoken as if he was echoing the words of someone else.]

I had been wrong, all those years. I gave my father what he wanted, not what he needed.

[Michael hadn't realized that he'd said she was beautiful, the words a mere slip of his tongue.]

You are. Strangely so. [That didn't sound quite like a compliment, but it was. There was something about her that was uniquely attractive.]

Maybe we were just destined to meet here, and become friends.

[While still uncomfortable with all of this, he was feeling more at ease than he had in decades.]

The right thing.

[Her lips quirk into a soft smile.]

My. Not many people run their lives by that philosophy any more. Do the right thing.

[Holding his gaze her own odd eyes, unnaturally bright, she inclined her head, almost like a subtle bow. A thank you. ]
You're not so bad yourself.

[Destined. That was a funny word to her. made her feel closed up and trapped in a box. Humans were destined to die and yet here she was... No longer human she supposed, but alive.]

Perhaps. I wouldn't say no to a friend.

It's not an easy sentiment to follow. Years passed and many lives were lost, before I learned it. [His brows furrowed, a little wave of acceptance washing over him.]

Doing what is right, isn't always easy. That's the rub, I suppose.

[He averted his gaze, watching a small group of imPort fans rush by.]

Thank you. [A compliment in return of his own, which was well received by the archangel.]

Then it is a friend that you have.

[It wasn't typical for him to be so friendly, but maybe it was being in a new world, that wasn't in the middle of an extermination war, that had him behaving in a softer manner.]

If it were easy, everyone would be doing it. It's a worthy thing to work for.

Bitte.
[She smirks, dropping her gaze away looking down at her gloved hands, resting on her lap.]

Good to know. Most people I think wouldn't take so kindly to a vampire joining the neighbourhood.

Usually there's flaming torches. And pitchforks.

Judging by the behavior of the citizens here, I'd think a parade or party would be more likely what they would do in your honor.

[Michael smiled a bit, though he was completely serious.]

It seems, the stranger or more noticeably different we are, the happier and more excitable they are.

[It made things a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. A few decades surrounded by adoring humans had made that part of this a little easier, and gave him the skill to know how to handle their attentions; no matter how unwanted they were.]

[ooc: I keep wanting to write a certain way, because I keep on forgetting that our characters don't know each other here. DAMN our AU, just kidding, I love it.]

Ugh. Nice not to deal with pitchforks but the fawning is just...

[She shudders, but there's a smile curving her lips.]

Wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't in the freaking sun.

[She throws a scowl up towards the sky.]

Vampires are nocturnal. We don't so sunshine.

[ooc:asdfghjkl; Darn it. Silly lovebirds. XD I love our Au. ]

[Head tilting back, he looked up at the harsh sun, squinting a bit, but clearly not as bothered by it as she was.]

Does it hurt you? Or more of an inconvenience?

[Knowing little of vampires, Michael was uncertain if she was in pain or just uncomfortable with the light.]

I could accompany you into one of the shops, if you'd like?

[Or they could stay where they were, either was fine with him.]

I can under the right circumstances. But usually it's just annoying. It's too bright, and it hurts my skin.

[Her shoulders lift in a shrug, but she does stand, pulling her coat closer around her.]

I'd like that. Maybe I could buy you a drink.

[She turns around enough so he could see her face, lips curved into a smile that was both warm and a touch suggestive.]

Alright.

[He noted the smile, and all it implied, and nodded, a light smile of his own in response. Michael stood, straightening out his jacket.]

What do you drink? [She was a vampire after all.]

Is it something they carry in that shop over there?

[A wave of his hand towards a nearby building, but he was looking at her intently.]

Usually? Blood. But...

[Something in her pocket rattles as she digs her hand in, pulling out a bottle of pills.]

They have substitute. So anything will do.

[Putting the bottle away, she starts towards the closest crop of buildings.]

Why don't we go find out, hmm? What do you drink?

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