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KISSES YOUR FACE
T E S T D R I V E M E M E
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.
The current craze sweeping the city and social media is getting people on their feet: the Camp Midnight Challenge! Based on a popular video game, the goal is to get the funkiest, silliest, most eye-catching dance sequence on video—with a twist! Successful completion of this challenge requires getting an imPort to join in a duo dance that incorporates their powers! Swarms of eager teens, tweens and would-be BlueTube stars are out and about on the sidewalk looking for newcomers to join in. If they spot you, you better come up with a good excuse or put your dancing shoes on!
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.
Today in De Chima, there's the unveiling of a brand new invention in the convention centre park! With a simple scan, it will print out your Closest Love Match of the other individuals present, along with your percentage of compatibility and a free coupon to get lunch with your new date if you match 90% or higher!
A little odd that it seems that nearly every couple has 90% or higher, isn't it? What's the probability that the scanner is broken?
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...
The downtown mall is tilting the balance solidly toward welcoming to imPorts with a Winter Welcome Festival. All the storefronts and many temporary kiosks occupied by local vendors are holding special sales, and newly arrived imPorts are given a coupon book to make the most of them. The food court has some free goodies for participants to mix and mingle.
Unfortunately, a local rogue with the alias of Klone Kringle is here to spoil the fun. After a small boom echoes throughout the mall, everything dissolves into chaos as dozens of copies of a man dressed in a polyester Santa Claus costume begin looting the retailers! The guns they wield that shoot snow and ice might not be lethal, but they can certainly slow you down (and give you a cold). Will you be the hero and help take down Kringle(s), or will you seize the opportunity to do some theft of your own?
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.
Although Nonah sees milder winters than some imPort cities, it's strangely snowy today, with icicles hanging everywhere. They definitely weren't there this morning, and no storm has passed through, so what gives? A downtown disturbance makes it clear: a would-be supervillain calling himself THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN has attacked. Is he some kind of mutant, a scientifically modified human, or is there just a lot of arctic-tech stuffed into his snowsuit? Whatever its source, he's spraying ice and snow far and wide from his hands, turning the area into a winter wonderland and absolutely ruining sales for local businesses that depend on foot traffic! Also, some citizens have been frozen in blocks of ice. That's bad.
Come, heroes, and defeat this icy menace! That, or build a really cool snowman. It's your call.
05. Jeopardy, Nevada by all rights shouldn't exist. A glowing neon city smack in the middle of the desert, the only reason it's still here is that the central nuclear power plant has tapped half a mile down into a subterranean lake for its water supply. So though the desert around it may be barren, the occupants of this small city are happily self sufficient. Those weird figures you see out of the corner of your eyes? Don't worry too much. Probably just weird radiation after effects. Jeopardy has a lot of those.
You're in luck! You're just in time for Jeopardy's traditional Valentine's Race!
The premise of the race is simple: hogtie your lover, throw them over your shoulder (or back, if needed), and carry them from the bank of the train station (it's actually not a train station, it's a non-functioning movie set that's been turned into a museum, but it's still called "the train station.") While the tradition says "lover," as long as the person you tie up has consented to it, it's allowed!
At the end of the race, the Mayor gives a short speech about love, and movies, and tradition. She's also baked thousands of Valentine's and heart-themed desserts for all participants and audience members! They just happen to all be... shaped like the actual heart organ, rather than the symbol.
Nero | Devil May Cry
[ Nero looks skeptically at his 'Love Match' printout, then looks up even more suspiciously at his apparent date. ]
I mean I think we can both agree that this is just a bunch of bullshit, but hey! Free meal right?
[ And as a human-demon hybrid his appetite is... well it's not small.
He gives a dramatic bow and offers his arm for his 'date' to take. ]
b - nonah - we can't have nice things
[ There are few things in this world that Nero finds quite as satisfying as milk coffee. And what was better then milk coffee? Free milk coffee. Courtasy of a coupon for a free drink in that coupon book.
Sadly enjoying his drink just isn't in the cards because as soon as he leaves the shop some asshole in a cheap Santa costume runs into him and knocks it to the ground. There are a bunch of other Santa asshole just... fucking going nuts in here.
He sighs and blue light flares from his back. Suddenly has got a pair spectral limbs that look like a crazy mashup of demon claw and angel wing. He curls one claw into a fist and decks the nearest Santa. Not THAT hard. Just a little tap. That still sends the jerkoff flying. ]
I don't wanna hurt you guys but you all really need to start acting like you're on the nice list.
c - jeopardy - the big race
[ Nero is not participating. Just.. everything about the race is so... wrong. But it's also kind of like a train wreck. You can't tear your eyes away from it. Which is how he found himself watching the entire spectacle from atop a pedestrian bridge that overlooked the halfway point of the race.
He leans against the rail, munching on a grossly anatomically correct hear cookie, and winces as one of the runners trips and accidentally launches their 'lover' into another racing pair. ]
That... didn't look fun.
De Chima Dinner Date
She did appreciate his attempt to be a gentleperson and gingerly laid her hand upon his elbow. Careful of her claws - for they were sharp and she was always conscious of them around non-Khajiit - and with an air of one who was used to walking with the decorum being around nobility required.]
This one would be most honored to join Nero for the bullshit meal.
[Said straight-faced and like she was speaking of attending a state dinner.]
julian keller | marvel 616
but it doesn't stop a small satisfied smile from spreading across his lips when some native comes up to him and asks him for a selfie. julian leans into it, raises a prosthetic metal hand up and curls fingers into a peace sign. navigates through crowds of imPort fans like he belongs in them.
and makes his way over to one of the closest food trucks to try and bribe his way into a plate of chili cheese fries. )
( he's close to where the race is supposed to start, enough rope in hand to tie someone up, theoretically. however, there's no one else with julian. which is why he goes up to the next closest person, reaches his free hand up to press a palm against their shoulder and, )
You mind?
( yes? no? he might just have to try dragging them along anyway. )
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so he's out and about, politely turning down fan requests to go to the love tester. but doctor foley, you healed my heart! we're destined! is something he's gotten really, really used to hearing.
but, you know, as always he's here for the free food. people give him free food regardless, but it's extra satisfying when everybody else is also getting freebies. so he's just about to smoothly talk himself into an extra helping of cheese when he senses something. x-gene. amputee? he's pausing mid conversation and turning around to look, and - ]
... Julian?
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Yeah, super pass. Three-legged races aren’t my thing.
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jeopardy;
then he feels a hand on his shoulder, turns to find an import that he doesn't recognize. dude is hot, though, so when he looks at the rope, his eyebrows cocking down in initial serial killer suspicion of why would a random man be approaching me with enough rope to tie up a person, and then right. context.
he glances around sort of subtly-- a split-second of your usual joseph kavinsky 'but what if people think i'm as gay as i am' second thoughts.
but he was, after all, just wet t-shirt contesting two dudes, so the internalized homophobia ship may have sailed for the day.] Let's do it, [he says, nonchalant as you like. and then he promptly passes his beer off to someone else, and throws his arms up, eliciting a howl of support from nearby fans. and then, obligingly, he provides: his wrists.]
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Holy crap. Hey, Julian!!
[Santo abruptly drops the ten people clinging onto his arms and shoulders, causing a chorus of yelps and cursing that he promptly ignores, and pushes past the assembled fans - or, well, they get out of his way before any pushing can happen - waving his arm wildly.]
Welcome to the party, man!
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Alex Manes | Roswell, New Mexico
Alex had taken a free drink as he moved around the city. It was curious, all of this was really.
He's in a good mood until some young people start trying to get him to join in some dance video they're making. When his politer attempts at declining fail he just reaches down to pull up the leg of his pants showing his prosthetic.
"It is not going to happen. Find someone else to bother."
God, he might as well have said get off my lawn.
[ What clues Alex in that something might be wrong with the scanner is that his first several matches scoring high are women. He shakes his head and tosses the print out into the trash.
He's not even really disappointed. ]
Should have known that was a waste of time.
un: manes
I wouldn't suppose there's anyone from Roswell, New Mexico here is there?
[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot.]
Network | UN: 2fast4u
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Jiang Cheng | The Untamed
[The new world he found himself was overwhelming. He was aware of how out of place he looked when he looked around at the people who passed, a few stopping to stare. He glared right back at them, clutching his sword in one hand, until they looked away and went on their way.
He wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. He had no idea where he was. He had shoved away any explanations when he had arrived since none of it meant anything to him. He wasn't home anymore.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone suddenly grabbed his arm, trying to drag him while saying something about a dance. He shoved the person away, nearly drawing his sword as a warning.]
Get away from me with this nonsense. I want no part of it.
Wildcard.
[Choose your own adventure!
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Will you come with me?
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Wuxian backpedals around a corner when he hears a familiar voice growling angrily at someone just ahead in the street. But he can't help but peek back, heart pounding.
Jiang Cheng...
His gaze lowers, lips pursing as he debates what to do. Jing Lin said his innocence comes out...but it's just as clear that even just between those here, time means nothing. So his brother might not know.
Might hate him, still.
So be it. He straightens, pushing from the building, and saunters out towards Jiang Cheng. ]
Jiang Cheng, you should be nicer to people.
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explains everything terribly
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still not explaining anything; forgets the existence of lxc; reverts to age six
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laurie blake | hbo's watchmen
[ christ, she had not missed this. the media hullabaloo, the constant circus and pageantry of it. she never understood why her mother enjoyed all the attention this time. too much, in laurie's opinion but it's less cruel than what it was thirty years ago. a lifetime for some. she taps her fingers against the table, waiting with dry amusement for her love "date". when they finally arrive, laurie smiles, all teeth. ]
Let's get started. What's the size of your dick?
( ii. maurtia falls )
[ an agent's job is never done. well, technically, it's not her job here and if she wasn't getting paid for it, she's all for letting people deal with their own messes. except watching idiot men in costumes still annoys her, so why not get it out of the way? in the middle of — what's the idiot's name now, captain cold? ice-prick? kringle king? — his speech of how the world is against him, the system is against you, etc etc and promptly shoots him in the head. when the audience screams, laurie merely shrugs. ]
What? Now there's one less idiot.
( iii. jeopardy )
[ she didn't take part in festivities. she's too old to be running around for this. laurie quietly snorts, gesturing to whoever is nearby, cynical. ]
You believe in true love?
De Chima
Khajiit does not have a dick. She did not realize that was required for signing up for the free meal. Does the human have one?
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Noriko Ashida | Marvel 616
[ One never truly gets used to the feeling of teleporting from one place to another, let along traveling from one dimension to another. She wakes up woozy but a rush of adrenaline spurs her into action when she finds herself in a strange room with strangers in uniforms. Electricity crackles as she demands to know what's going on. Luckily they're quick to explain -- not that that makes the situation any better -- and she's released to do...whatever.
For a moment, Noriko stands on a sidewalk in Heropa trying to decide what she wants to do first. They'd given her a communication device that looks like a phone, said something about a network for others like her. They'd given her a few other things to read, but she doesn't feel like reading or digging through a network to see who else might be around.
She wants to see what's around.
It takes her only a few minutes to speed around the city of Heropa and take in most of it. She decides to make it a few laps just to commit as much of it to memory as possible. After that she takes it a bit more slowly, looking for somewhere to eat or just somewhere quiet to watch people. Though she quickly realizes that people peg her for an imPort -- as they call folks like her -- and are far too excited to talk to her. It's strange at first but she eventually finds herself getting caught up in the excitement and showing off a little. ]
DE CHIMA
[ Guess whose not into this lovey-dovey nonsense, it’s Noriko. She’s been doing her best to avoid people suddenly proclaiming to be a fan of hers as well as being dragged toward that machine. Sadly, one little distraction is all it takes and oh, look, it’s the machine that’s clearly rigged. ]
Try to use that thing on me and I’ll fry it. [ And just to be sure they know she’s serious a few blue sparks play over the exterior of her gauntlets. ]
MAURTIA FALLS
[ The moment the chaos breaks out Nori can’t help that her traning kicks in. ]
Get to safety! [ That’s the first thing she yells before rushing toward one of the nearest clones with a burst of speed. It’s not hard to take him by surprise and knock him out but there’s still so many more around and those guns could be a problem.
She does her best to avoid the blasts but doesn’t notice a slippery patch of ice on the ground. Her speed sends her careening into a nearby wall. ]
WILDCARD
[ If you’re looking for something else feel free to drop it here or HMU at
De Chima
[He'd been watching this thing happen for a short while now, distracted from his errands and grocery shopping by the whole... festivities here. At least the people knew better than to touch him, given the dark looks he had cast about.
But he hadn't expected THAT shock of blue, THOSE gauntlets, of THAT PARTICULAR voice. And once he'd heard it all, familiarity had drawn him forward into an interaction he didn't fully want.]
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Heropa
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Maurtia Falls
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MAURTIA FALLS
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Ken Kaneki || Tokyo Ghoul
[ Heropa is the first city he explores, it only feels natural if only because of the name. And while Kaneki was set on minding his own business, exploring on his on, not bothering anyone, there is now an arm wrapping around his and then a tug that he barely feels thanks to his powers. He looks back only to find an excited young teenager beaming back at him and asking him to dance.
Dance.
What? Why?
He steps back awkwardly, and tries not to be too obvious regarding his own awkwardness (and lack of dance skills!) ] I-I'm sorry but I- well, I just arrived and-- dancing right now is a bit...
[ dancing right now is the perfect moment, and the girl's friends absolutely agree! They want to win the challenge ]
Right, but I... [ Kaneki feels like digging a hole and die there, but life is not that kind to him. So instead he looks around, desperately trying to find someone who will help him or maybe dance in his place or SOMETHING. And you bet he is staring right at you now: ]
M-maybe someone else? [ implying: YOU. ]
03. Bad boys whatcha gonna do, how about we stay away?
[ Minding his own business is something Kaneki likes to do, but his life is difficult and everything happens so much, so it's hard to do that. Case in point: right now. All he was doing was buying some warmer clothes and suddenly there was some... guy? Cloning himself? And throwing snow at everyone? People are upset, so it's not that normal, but Kaneki can't be the only one who is a bit freaked out about the cloning part (his name makes sense. But. How do you do that????)
Kaneki is just standing there, flabbergasted, staring at the scene unfolds in front of hi, until someone comes up to him, asking him to do something. he is an imPort, after all! he is meant to be a hero and help! Except you bet all Kaneki does is flinch and look super uncomfortable at this ]
I'm sorry but... I can't, I mean-
we should call the police, no? [ THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO, not ask for some rando to stop a guy who can clone himself ]
00. Wildcard!
[ Feel free to come up with your own prompt, if you have one! You can send me a private message or contact me over
01.
No such luck for this guy, it would seem. And now he's trying to rope Bean into it. Nuh-uh. ]
Don't look at me. I'm not dancing with them.
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Handsome Bob | RocknRolla
One minute Bob's having a nice little smoke, the next all hell breaks loose, apparently.
Watching on with piqued interest, his hand drifts to the stubble at his chin, nails scratching at the bristles as he quietly spectates from the outside of the mall. People pour out through glass doors like grains of sand through the tiny waist of an hourglass and Bob can't help but feel like maybe he wants to go inside. Maybe he should go have a quick look, just take a cheeky little gander to see what all the fuss is about.
Cigarette crushed under the bottom of his shoe and body already leaning into his first step closer, a hand at his arm sharply yanks him back, halting his progress and putting a dampener on his plan of heading inside to satisfy his own questions.
"Fucking wh-- oi?!" he says accusingly (and questioningly) as he glances over his shoulder, a bit bewildered and very off balance.
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He suppresses a sigh at the sight and shakes his head, glancing aside at the new imPort he's saved from getting involved in a very dumb and very predictable bout of crime fighting. Apollo offers him a weary, knowing grin.
"You're new, right?"
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GOD | MIRACLE WORKERS
Oooh-kay, so it goes like this-
[There is a man. A man with long, wild gray hair. A man in a bathrobe. A man that is all of these things, attempting to do an overly convoluted version of flossing. Or so you can only guess, since the pre-teen at his side is doing that dance. The man is more...convulsing while still talking and remaining upright. And getting slowly annoyed.]
No-, no. You're going too fast. I'm not ten thousand anymore, you gotta show me better.
[Is there an 'or else' lingering at the end of that? Someone may want to step in and either teach the dance or separate the kid from a potential old fashioned wrath.]
| MAURTIA FALLS |
Hey, stop! Ow!
[He's upgraded to swearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants (same color of course), but the gray hair is still frazzled and wild. And getting worse as he keeps getting pelted with snow balls from this jerk-a-claus. God holds his hands up, trying to block them, but that just ends in his hands getting chilly. So he'll just try hiding behind the nearest person, imPort or normal, instead.]
You suck!
| NETWORK |
Hello? Testing? Rosie? Anyone? The microwave's broken again. I need help now.
SCREAMING / HEROPA
[Gabriel has had the worst 4 months in his thousand year existence but then she in her blessings arrived in some capacity but she is also - well okay not she. Different universes different Gods and such. This isn't Lucifer's God however, or his mother but that doesn't mean you know. He doesn't deserve the same sort of loyalty right?
Except his whole dictum with this had been don't be a creep because you know he's managed to anger almost every single person from his reality and he is so tired and to be rejected by God -
So you know. He keeps his distance and tries not to just throw himself at the guy but when he hears that-]
No no no-! No, uh-
[One very officious archangel dressed so fancy and cutting a very sharp picture next to the deity who made the universe -
His features contort.]
the boy is doing the best he can sir, I mean maybe the dance itself is just stupid but that's not - [weak laugh] the boy's fault.
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help I love this.
They were meant to be
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Gladion | Pokemon Sun & Moon
Gladion had kept to himself, his mood still being fairly foul after his recent defeat, although in his opinion calling it a defeat was putting it mildly. Not to mention his pride being kicked around from said defeat. Any who had come up to him were met with cold glares and mutterings of "go away" if they had tried to speak with him. He didn't care much for the festivities, and when the chaos erupted, it gave him the chance to slip away. Not like I would be of much use, I couldn't win the last fight I was in... He wasn't in the mood at all to engage in another fight, especially in this place he didn't even know, although the chaos gave him a golden opportunity to go and look around, which he'd decided to go and do.
"This place is like back home... Only we have these powers. Hmph, like it'll do any good right now. Even if I had them back home, I wouldn't have been able to beat him or save her. Damn it all, if only I'd been stronger, this wouldn't have happened!"
He'd been too focused on beating himself up inwardly that he wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, not that he was paying much attention to begin with, having just been walking to get as far away from the ensuing chaos from the mall. Unfortunately for him, due to not paying attention, Gladion had just walked straight into something as he rounded a corner which only made his mood sour further.
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"Maybe I shoulda known you'd be showin' up next, huh?" He said it more to himself, than to the disgruntled teen, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. Golisopod, however, looked between the two curiously with those cross-shaped eyes of his, silent and observant.
Circling around Golisopod, Guzma closed the distance between him and Gladion, towering over him in that overdone way he was known for—an intimidation tactic, just as the invasion of people's personal bubbles was as well. However, to Gladion's probable surprise, he didn't seem hostile, in fact, the grin he shared with the boy seemed more the sort he reserved for Team Skull: genuine and almost playful.
"Don't tell me that chaos back there was your doing—fleeing the scene, are ya? Here I thought you liked takin' credit." His tone was light, almost chipper, like he was glad to see Gladion. As if he were joking around with the boy, teasing him like they were allies. Hardly the vitriolic encounter he had experienced before his arrival here, that was for certain.
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Lan Jingyi | The Untamed
Overwhelmed — De Chima, Virginia
Everywhere Lan Jingyi looks in this place is someone enthusiastically holding a small box and pointing one of its faces at him. He has crammed his head full of more information than it can hold so that some has already fallen out, but knows that they are recording his image. He also knows that he is very handsome, but this is just too much. There are too many and they seem very excited for no reason.
"Why are you doing this? I am not doing anything but standing here," he says, loud and baffled. He's in his robes and he's wearing his sword, and everyone else is in odd clothing, but surely he cannot be that much of a novelty. There are other people who look much weirder; he can see them from here. "I am not a street performer." He catches sight of another imPort like him and asks, plaintive, "What do they want?"
Free Lunch — De Chima, Virginia
Some might say that Lan Jingyi's powers of observation are poor. Not so! He can clearly see that every single pair of people that exit a particular place all exclaim that they have been granted a free meal at a nearby eating establishment. The catch seems to be that there needs to be two people and he is just one person. He zeroes in on the nearest likely individual and says, "I need one more person. If we go there"—he points at the sign proclaiming the new scanner for Closest Love Match—"it looks like they will give us lunch."
Fighting Alone?! — Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
Lan Jingyi is not entirely confident in his ability to deal with so many of what seem to be identical copies of a strange type of threat he has never seen before. Not alone, when he his used to night-hunting in a group of those he can trust. Still, he cannot sit and finish his food-court meal while there is screaming. Drawing his sword, he looks to see if anyone else is attempting to do more than dodge the wintry attacks of the creatures.
There!
This person is also in the middle of everything, so Lan Jingyi leaps over the heads of some few of the creatures and drops down by this person's side very suddenly. "I will help you disable them."
[OOC: He only saw someone and hopped over immediately, so I left it so they could be either helping or looting. :D]
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Fighting Alone?!
"Please do not worry, this master has it under control," he would look familiar in that he was obviously a cultivator, however his sect would be completely unknown to Jingyi.
His sword was not drawn, instead Shen Qingqiu held up his fan, and dealt with most attacks exclusively with it first. There was a grace to his movements that did imply that he had a high level of cultivation and refinement.
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Free lunch
:D!
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Padme Amidala (Skywalker)
Padme had been walking calmly through the streets of the new bustling city (though nothing about it bustled quite so much as Corusant), but then she'd found herself very suddenly in the center of what seemed to be an intensely large crowd of dancers. Everyone around her. That had been walking and chatting only seconds earlier, suddenly dancing and singing, which had been surprising enough. Before the persons on both sides of her made eye contact with her, then eye contact with each other over her, and suddenly one her hands had been grabbed.
The surprise of even being touched without intention or request prickling her skin, even as she knew it was in kind spirit.
"Oh, I don't think--" collided wth, with slightly stumbling steps. "I haven't been here long enough to learn any of your dances yet."
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"There you are, darling," he says to the stranger. There's a subtle wink and a smile for her, Gladio hoping to himself that she'll catch on. "Sorry I'm late, those porter lines were absolutely horrible."
He doesn't need to push the locals; as physically imposing as he is, the sworn shield of Lucis has only to maneuver himself between her and them.
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Hero to the rescue!
How dashing!
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(The Archangel) Raphael | Original Character
ii. Maurtia Falls
iii. Jeopardy
iv. Wildcard
Re: (The Archangel) Raphael | Original Character
[Clearly Aziraphale was not telling him everything.
But there was always the slimmest chance this tradition had been something the other angel had not experienced, which was fine. He could experience these things and make notes and especially take his brother -
(not technically, the real Raphael was at home, but.)
He had angelic company again.]
Traditionally I was given to understand that Valentines day involved giving gifts between loved ones and for romantic partners there are...other things -
[Not going to think about that.]
But since you are my brother of a sort, Happy Valentine's Day.
[And here is a small red box that is not heart shaped but still contains chocolates. Nice ones. It is not a holiday he pursued - he was a dedicated lover who gave gifts to his...partners
partnerwhenever he felt like it but honoring it in a holiday was nice.Behind them one of the men almost drops the other man on his back and Gabriel raises an eyebrow]
Do you think they're okay?
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Beelzebub | Good Omens (show)
[ They move slow, and they move carefully, quite clearly glaring at whoever makes eye contact with them with a pair of extremely icy blue eyes.
They're no stranger to crowded places. Quite honestly, a crowded spot on the surface comes nowhere close to the hellish drudge of, well, Hell. Far darker, cramped, damp, smellier down there, so it's not really that that has them in a particularly sour mood. They're always in a sour mood. They're a demon. That's just how demons are.
Humans are far too loud, and far less entertaining when all of the yelling is about some other meaningless thing or other. Beelzebub is going about, trying to make sense of this heaven blessed place, when they're approached by two random young men with colorful hair, one holding what looks to be a small camera - not that Beelzebub would recognize it as such.
The young men make excited demands. The Prince does not understand. The Prince demands them to leave. The young men insist.
Soon enough, there's a not insignificant part of the crowded yelling and screaming in terror as a sudden enormous swarm of flies descends upon the area seemingly from nowhere. ]
II. Maurtia Falls
[ Humans, in their natural habitat, are...well. They're irritating and confounding, for starters.
The Prince is in the mall when it happens, staring at a particularly garish shop window populated by all manner and size of stuffed cartoonish animals holding giant hearts and disgusting sentiments of affection. The objects look soft, their eyes beady, and their features round and pointless. There's music coming from inside the shop.
Suddenly, there's a boom. There's people screaming and running away, some of them clutching the smaller humans and carrying them off towards the exists. A great number of identical humans in thick red clothing pour in from somewhere and begin ransacking the shops.
The Prince watches, and doesn't really move.
Humans seem to have quite the proficiency for chaos, it seems. And greed. And cruelty. Honestly, this is the least irritatingly boring thing they've seen since they were dragged in here. Their features look less murderously unapproachable, and a bit more vaguely interested.
The chorus of wailing damned souls could probably used a few dozen of these. ]
III. Jeopardy
[ They look positively dumbfounded by the absolutely ridiculous things humans do nowadays.
They were ready to take the tying up as preparation for some sort of silly sacrificed to some made up god or other, or some demon who had convinced them they would give them anything they want if they only spilled blood in their name. The sort of thing some of their employees did for a lark across the centuries, placing bets on just how much Evil they could tempt them to do in the name of power and greed.
But, then, they're just...running. Just running, to some strange area as others celebrate in disgusting, pure joy and amusement, and then someone's making some sort of speech about love.
Beelzebub looks...disgusted. And confused. ]
What's the point of all of this?
Pathetic creatures and their ridiculous games.
IV. Wildcard
[ Or just do whatever you want. They are not the approachable kind, but don't let that stop you. ]
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Something slams into the prince from behind, namely a panicked Gabriel.]
We've got to-
[The energy hits him and he reels before stumbling back. It's instinctive. His hands instantly glow with electrical energy- but it fades]
Beelzebub??
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James Holden | The Expanse (TV)
It's a commonly known fact: James Holden is nothing without coffee.
He'd spent one too many cycles with the dispenser on board the Roci busted, and he doesn't intent to spend another waking minute without caffeine flooding his veins. Sitting alone at a table in the corner of a cosy, nicely decorated coffee shop, he looks on at a single cup of dark, steaming coffee. He's not brooding, exactly, but his expression might say otherwise.
With more than one way to pass time, and none of them what he wants, he takes a sip of the Americano, realizing quickly it's burnt and tries to ignore the thought itching at the back of his mind. Trying to suffocate it proves fruitless, and the creeping sensation of having too much space to move around in is back. He misses the Roci. Misses his family: Naomi, Alex, Amos.
Movement at the table next to his finally draws his attention back to the present, back from a time where everything made him feel like he had a purpose. What's his purpose here? Sitting around in coffee shops drinking coffee isn't it. With one last stab of frustration, he finally glances up, brown eyes catching on the person who's taken up residence next to his table.
"Coffee's burnt," he says, raising his eyebrows and slightly lifting up his own cup in demonstration. He'll drink it all the same but it seems the decent course of action to warn the newcomer if they haven't ordered a cup of their own yet.
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As she brought her own cup to the table to sit, the voice from beside her distracted her from her thoughts of whether that idiot was still somewhere to be found here or if they'd only gotten her. And why, considering she didn't believe a thing of what she'd already been told.
She offers the man a polite smile, drawing her own cup closer to her.
"It's a good job I haven't got coffee, then."
Though maybe they'd still managed to mangle that too. She'd find out soon.
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Commander John Shepard | Mass Effect
So, in the casual looking white tee, jeans and leather jacket, he feels loose, lazy, and a little weak. Outwardly, he looks just as uncomfortable, sitting as he is on a park bench and gazing up at the sky growing ever darker as dusk falls. Soon he'll be able to see the stars and that in itself is enough to keep him where he is, even in the crisp, slightly chilled air.
He's still looking up at the sky when a blur of movement passes by in front of him on the path. The sound of something dropped is unmistakable, and his eyes snap to the ground in front of his feet as he realizes it must belong to the passer-by.
"Excuse me?" he calls after the rapidly retreating back, already leaning forward to pick up what's been left behind. "You dropped your..."
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It's why she runs a little faster through the park, when it comes to her morning jog. The morning jog itself had quickly become a ritual, a way to let off steam and to exorcise some of that itchy, twisting restlessness that had her picking fights during the daytime and drinking herself into distraction in the night. As soon as she hits the grassy turf Starbuck lengthens her stride, digging deep to find that extra energy as she picks up the pace and tries to cut through the park as quickly as possible.
It's also why she doesn't notice when her comms device falls from her pocket. The phone hits the tarmac of the running path with a crunch of shattering glass and unhappy metal, and it's more that sudden absence of weight than the call that distracts her. She pulls up short, redfaced and sweating, and pats herself down as she realises, yep, that was her device committing suicide on the path.
"Ah, Gods damn it," She hisses with a grimace of irritation as the stranger picks up her broken phone. "It's dead, isn't it?"
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aurelia hammerlock / borderlands the presequel
[that invention is cute for valentines day, honestly. very cute. aurelia hammerlock disagrees, naturally, but she's not taking part.
not until someone runs up to her claiming that he has a 99% match with her, one of the newest imPorts. it must be destiny! his life is made!
aurelia sneers at him, then backhands him with her ice diadem. she has new powers she's been waiting to try out, and this seems like the best way to do it. ice spreads over the poor man's body from the contact point until he's entirely cased in it. aurelia wastes no time in pulling her pistol, shooting him square in the head.
the ice shatters into bloody red chunks, and she steps back to avoid the splatter getting on her white boots.]
What? It was self-defense, [she says to the horrified people near her.] What are you going to do, call the police? That's adorable.
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Hello, darlings! What an adorable little... backwards planet you all have here. Yes, just splendid. I've never seen a populated planet that seems to have come out the bottom of a bargain bin! How cute!
[aurelia claps her bejeweled hands together, expression delighted.]
It turns out you idiots have never seen a ruby formed in the lava of Hephaestus, so with the millions of dollars I now have from selling my least favourite jewel at auction, I think I'll do the universe a favour and absorb this planet into the Hammerlock mining conglomerate. I'm so sorry [she clearly isn't.] to report that by the time operations get underway, the habitability of this planet will start to drop exponentially, but I doubt we'll lose anything of value. C'est la vie! The things we do for some low-quality steel ore, I suppose.
This is your warning to make sure you can terraform another planet to live on! Do let me know if you want a job.
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One look at the scene says this bitch isn't going to roll over and let Andy slap the jewelry on her. She's already shot a man in the head. It's probably going to be messy.
With an utter lack of enthusiasm, as she approaches:
Police. Don't suppose you want to make this easy on me and put the fucking gun down.
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