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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] etcelsior2020-02-22 04:02 pm
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F is for friends


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.

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Billy Cranston | Power Rangers 2K17

[personal profile] blewupmylunchbox 2020-02-22 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Heropa was almost small enough to remind him of Angel Grove. It was bouncy, and busy, but there was a friendly feel to it, and his import status made everyone smile and wave at him, which was nice. The bad part was the people trying to touch him and hug him and wanted pictures close with him. That was... who said that was okay? Why did people do that?

He quickly got caught up in the Camp Midnight Challenge. Which, was, he felt, better than the hugs, but worse than the waves. Dancing was... well, he felt he was good at dancing, but others sometimes disagreed. So, he normally did not do it where others could see, nott since the chair incident of 2K15, anyway.

But people here seemed to like his dance and cheer him on and they were dancing with him! That was... that was new. Since when had that been a thing? But he found himself getting into it, dancing some his own custom amalgamation of the Robot and the Funky Chicken and the Slide.

At least until he looked up, realized the fact that hew as surrounded by a massive crowd of strangers, and panicked. Oh no...

***

He came to De Chima because he heard they had the best schools and tech and he wanted to see it. He was soon lost in conversations about quantum fluxes and extremis endeavors, and not minding that people were taking pictures of him talking to the science and tech geeks like him. The cameras and microphones being shoved close got him yelling or backpedaling, but once he had shown he actually knew his stuff, the other scientists and geeks were helping make a buffer for him. Sometimes, it was nice finding your own kind.

Somehow, he got led to the convention centre park for the Closest Love Match scan thing. He was dubious, asking lots of questions and not entirely satisfied with the answers. Soon, he had managed to beg, borrow, or lay his hands suddenly on a copy, maybe, of suspiciously unfinished possibly(absolutely) fake blueprints, and was making notes and changes on it with a marker and some hmmming.

When the scan went off and they turned him to face his 'match'*, he stared. "Wait, this actually works? What?"

[ ooc: *Women only for this, thankee. ]

***

Billy was asked to come to Maurtia Falls for the Winter Welcome Festival by one of the science guys he had been talking to in De Chima who lived here. He was pleasantly surprised by the special sales, the friendly faces, and the coupon book. he was a little critical over the free goodies, because he had very certain tastes in sweets and some of these sweets tasted weird. Not that he was not going to eat them, because free, but still...

He was not surprised when something went wrong, because this was his life, but still, when the explosion happened, and he sighed.

"Ah, man!!! Now?" He dropped his cookie, and snagged out his Power Coin. "It's Morphin' time!" Yeah, okay, that was seriously corny, but he loved it. It was fun!

He changed, morphing into his Blue Ranger form, and charged in against the... copies of Santa Claus? "What?"

Come help the confused and shocked superhero face evil Klauses.

***

Wildcard!
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Gabriel Lorca | Star Trek: Discovery

[personal profile] lovesdiscovery 2020-02-23 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Heropa

[This isn't the first time he's been in an alternate dimension. It's the first time he's been in an alternate dimension with superpowers but he's got that under control and pacing the streets of his new home right into-

Right into Someone trying to make a roktok of that stupid fucking dance move. Tiktok and those other useless social media crazes went out after one of the first conquering wars. Though in his defense it's not entirely his fault. The kid is flapping an arm and bumps into him and the arm is grabbed.

Grabbed, spun, and the boy is held in a choke hold. The teen begins squirming as everyone begins filming with Lorca growling like a cornered animal.]


Don't. touch. Me.

[The moment one of the other children speaks You see this guy? You guys see this let Daniel go!- He drops the boy and holds up his hands. Still have to pretend to be star fleet.

Fuck.

His smile is forced and brittle as he holds up his hands and breathes.]


Sorry, I am so so sorry...

[The kids don't even realize he's using that manipulative ability of his - in large crowds naturally - but they go away all smiles and he breathes, trying to calm down. Crowded places like this make him anxious.]

Maurita Falls

[When the robots jumped in he grimaced. These things didn't hit nearly as hard as the klingons.

He draws back, hand wincing before looking upward and pointing at the nearest person. Up above them is a large decorative ...art piece? Who the hell knows?]


Hey! You! You have a phaser-

[pause]

Gun? Some kinda weapon?
Edited 2020-02-23 04:02 (UTC)
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Quentin Beck (Mysterio) | Marvel comics (616)

[personal profile] makeanentrance 2020-02-23 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
De Chima

[There's a costumed figure in the crowd and people have been pestering the new imPort for pictures and interviews. Mysterio stands out, so of course they think he must be important. At least, that's what he likes to think of all the attention. He's not sure at first why he's being scanned but then he looks at the results.]

Well, what d'you know. 90% compatibility!

[With somebody here... He looks around, seemingly a little embarrassed and wondering if it was a scam. But free lunch? Might be nice.]


Maurtia Falls

[Oh, a festival! Mysterio is sampling foods with his free coupons when the chaos erupts. He ducks behind a chair and peers out. Santa clones? This looks like some super-villain robbery nonsense that right now Beck wants no part in. But maybe he could get away with... No, don't even think about it, he reprimands himself.]

No, no, no... I'm retired!

[He protests aloud, but then peers out uncertainly again, internal debate continuing.]


Network

[There's a craggy faced man with a black-haired bowlcut staring awkwardly at the screen. He holds what looks like an empty fishbowl in his hands and is wearing a bright green bodysuit with a large purple cape and golden gloves.]

I... think there's been some mistake. Does anyone know the timetable for the next bus back to Hollywood?


Wildcard!

For anything else!

[ooc: Testing this version out. Poke me on [plurk.com profile] grindelwald if you want to plot anything.]
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Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher (Netflix)

[personal profile] surly 2020-02-23 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( 01. Heropa )

Geralt, looking as unfriendly as ever, is as likely to partake in this strange ritual than he is in a masquerade ball. The coin has to be right and the ball - and whatever it is that's happening here - would be a means to an end.

Standing steadily, unmoving save for the deepening scowl pulling his features tight, he doesn't need to tell any of the foolish children that get close enough to read his expression to go away. They take themselves away, some of them crying. Maybe it would move some men to guilt but Geralt, not looking for company, is glad for it. Easier to keep watch, to focus in on his witcher senses that have led him here.

Crowds swell and noises are amplified, deafening almost as he attempts to pick apart what his gut is telling him. He's almost pinpointed exactly what to examine first when his attention is yanked back hard, a person colliding with him at speed, assumedly hitting the floor thereafter. Looking over his shoulder, he stares down at his assailant, immovable.


( 02. De Chima )

Lip curling as a pink piece of paper is thrusted enthusiastically into his hand, Geralt can feel his patience slipping ever more from his grasp. How and why he's here is still a mystery and his general opinion of suffering this foolery is dire. No, he doesn't want to know who his Closest Love Match is.

Crushing the pink slip in his fist, he drops the offending item to the floor, paying no attention to where it lands. Maybe someone will accuse him of littering. He'd like to see them try. Or maybe someone will discover that they have just matched higher than 90% with the world's surliest, white-haired mutant, currently casting a large and foreboding shadow over proceedings.


( 03. Nonah )

Given a choice to get involved in human matters, Geralt rarely does without compensation. Usually coin, sometimes other things. Surprising things. Law of Surprise kinds of things. He is, however, more than capable of striking down this... monster? He isn't certain yet, his mind darting from one theory to the next as to what this foe might be. A mage, perhaps? Wielding ice abilities against innocents with seemingly no value placed on who he strikes.

"Hm."

Taking action only when the ice stream strays a little too close to a small child, he stalks closer, casting an Igni sign and fighting the ice and snow with fire. The force of the sign knocks the mage down leaving Geralt a lengthy window to draw a sword and press the tip threateningly - pointedly, even - to his throat.

"Don't," he advises as the mage squirms under the sharp point, making a move to try and get up. Apparently somebody didn't get the street-urchin-delivered letter about vigilantism. Maybe somebody should let him know.
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heropa!

[personal profile] borntobebard 2020-02-23 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, yes, I'll be with y-- huffff!

[ And hit the floor he does, the wind knocked out of him as he barrels into an immovable object that most definitely isn't one of the many teens teeming excitedly about the place. Jaskier's left stunned for a lengthy second or two, sprawled on his back and left peering blearily up at the solid form he'd collided with, confusion etched on his features.

Surely he's knocked himself too hard on the head in the collision, because he can't possibly be seeing who he thinks he's seeing. ]


G-Geralt?! By the Gods, is that really you?

[ He's already holding out a hand expectantly for a pull up, his confusion swiftly making way for an eager, beaming smile. ]
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[personal profile] surly 2020-02-23 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Nostrils flaring and jaw tightening, Geralt doesn’t appear to be surprised at all. In fact, he looks somewhere between riled and irritated, lips pursed into a tight line as he looks down at the familiar man. Of course it’s Jaskier.

"Up," he grinds out, his usual gravelly tones harsh and maybe with a hint of exasperation. He’s more likely to leave the man where he is than not, it’s his own fault that he’s on the floor. But a stampede of roving humans makes his mind up otherwise. Reaching down to roughly grab at Jaskier’s wrist, he pulls him back on to his feet, the unimpressed grimace deepening further.

"Ran into me. Why?" He’ll give the man the barest benefit of the doubt, briefly willing to consider that Jaskier is running from a monster and not just not paying attention. He stares expectantly, waiting.
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[personal profile] borntobebard 2020-02-23 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a small noise of indignation at being dragged to his feet quite so swiftly, but Jaskier doesn't complain, not beyond the soft huff of a sigh as he dusts himself off, his clothing a little more modern than he's seen in back home, but one must adapt and overcome in a place like this.

"Oh, I was... well, there's this dance, you see. All the rage with the youth at the moment, and I've no qualms with putting on a performance but it gets a bit much after the twentieth request." He's trying not to sound too defeated by the entire thing, but as he catches sight of another group of teens that may be headed their way, he's quick to place a hand on Geralt's shoulder and suggestively try and steer them both in the opposite direction.

"I wouldn't call it running away, just a tactical retreat, that's all. You'll thank me later when we're drinking cool ale and not stuck with a gaggle of children trying to get us to do the neon shuffle."
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Izaya Orihara | Durarara!!

[personal profile] deviant_flea 2020-02-24 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Maurtia Falls

[Izaya doesn't partake in any of the festivities, only watching from a distance, from above as a large raven. observing his "lovely humans" and their mannerisms, seeing how frantic some were and the calmness of others while they were going about their day. It was beginning to bore him, until...

Until the chaos erupted with those gaudy individuals in horrible red and white suits. This entertains him as he watches above, circling, croaking in delight. He lands nearby, but far enough away from the men, perching on a railing and taking on his human form again.]


Ahh~ Humans never cease to be so predictable! Now~ Why don't I add some fun to this bore of a show!

[With a flick of his wrist, small shadowy tendrils come up from the ground around both the gaudy santas as well as those trying to fight them. He takes no sides, after all, what fun would that be to take sides and aid one where both sides being chaotic would be far more entertaining to watch?]

This is better! Oh humans, you pitiful creatures, how I love you so!



De Chima

A ninety percent chance of being a perfect match? How peculiar, but oh well, I could try. Not that any of these would be my match, I don't care for things like love or sex, not when I can just love all humans without bias. So long as Shizu-chan doesn't show up... disgusting man.

[This both amuses him yet bores him at the same time, not believing in or needing things he deemed useless such as love for one specific person. He still decided to try this out, even if it was just for research of his own and studying others. He'd do his best to dig into others' minds, as he usually does as someone whose far too observant for his own good. It comes with the territory of being an info broker back home after all, and he did so enjoy gathering details about others.]

Free food with a match is too good to pass up as well, ahh~ whoever'd like to try is more than free to come dine with me!

WILDCARD

[(Wanna harass him, or at least attempt to or even attempt to get him to dislike you? BE MY GUEST!)]
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the crystal exarch | final fantasy xiv

[personal profile] allagacy 2020-02-24 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
de chima
Ah..! [That's accompanied by an old man pulling his hood further over his face-- a feat to be sure, when it already covers more than half of whatever facial features he has, until only his crystalline jaw remains.] Apologies but I--

I am not comfortable with having my likeness taken, or revealing my face.[He has to turn again, simply to foil whoever would like to take his photo. He's so glad for the massive cowl now, and it's certainly not coming off any time soon.

Halp?]

maurtia falls
[Ah, locals with abilities those around them do not have, eh? It sounds rather like the spontaneous emergence of the Echo... though the Exarch is no expert in such things. But he's nurtured many people before, and grew into his own new magicks. Thus, he feels compelled to assist, no matter how hostile they may be to newcomers like himself.

Instead of taking advantage of the winter sales around, this hooded man can be found speaking to a few of the younger people-- older teens and young adults mostly, those angry enough, but are desperate and are willing to listen to a reasonable adult, no matter how suspicious he may look. And perhaps even vent to a pair of willing ears. Ah, growing pains. How he does not miss those. He's so glad his child was ever a reasonable girl, even when she was so young. But the old man persists in helping, because he knows they need it the most.

Otherwise, he's indeed at the mall, looking about and comparing it to the markets of home... though really, with how many wares this place has, it is clearly superior.

Though, he's less than amused at the attack on it-- how brazen would the troublemakers here be, to simply come? He stands before the men with his staff in his hand, and one outright threatens him with a gun in his face.]


I've more than a few tricks up my sleeve. [And out comes violet plumes of light from the end of his staff as he brandishes it.]

wildcard
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de chima

[personal profile] heart_of_the_wood 2020-02-24 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[A shadow looms suddenly, shielding the Exarch behind her as she threw a clawed hand out to ruin the view of those closest to him. Nose and ears twitching in irritation, the viera seems one snap away from smashing the closest device from someone's hand and throwing it on the ground to crush beneath a boot heel. Anger darkens her features as she scowls down at the locals, the beads and feathers strung from her hair catch the light as she glances around them, mentally calculating an escape.]

He said stop, I should think it wise to heed him.

[The unspoken threat lingers in the air, but when she glances over her shoulder at him, her expression softens instantly, one tufted ear angling towards him as she lowers her voice.]

Dear Exarch, are you well? They have not touched you, have they?

[For if they've troubled him overmuch, it would seem Mykha would likely be more than willing to exact a toll of her own from the overly enthusiastic throng that was taken in by his glittering countenance and gilded robes.]
Edited 2020-02-24 18:54 (UTC)
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de Chima!

[personal profile] gusumouthcannon 2020-02-24 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[The strange hooded man catches Jingyi's attention by being the target of a picture he does not want to be in. Reminded of his own terrible encounter last month, Jingyi immediately goes to the man's side.

He addresses the picture-taker first.]


You have already been told that this man does not want you to take his picture.

[He is not rude, but he is also not very polite. Instead, he is firm and places himself bodily between the camera and the strange man. Only then when he can show his back to the camera does he try and speak to the man.]

They will go away. And if they do not, we can run away. Do not worry.
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Magnai Oronir | Final Fantasy XIV

[personal profile] magnaificent 2020-02-25 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
De Chima; Has science gone too far? Or not far enough..?

[Being brought to a new world has its difficulties, not to mention its adjustments. Everything is alien to the Oronir Khan—from the people to the technology. He knows little and less of the Garleans, men who hide behind their creations of iron, pitiful fools all, but he cannot deny the likeness he sees. However, it's made plain that such inhabitants of these settlements are not of warrior-kind, and rather scurry about invested in their simple frivolity.

Othard might have shared a great deal of its land with Hyur, never in such numbers had he encountered them, and further yet had he found himself so irritated by their presence. Warriors or not, their fearless and bothersome approach leaves the proud Oronir agitated, but despite himself, he's found something of interest—well, rather, something that certainly aims to stroke his ego. An endeavor he scarcely finds remiss of anyone.

Further is he tempted by the claim of a device that would reveal the compatibility of a possible love, and while he has his doubts, it'd be a fool's errand to ignore such possibility. Should you find yourself among the crowd and the unfortunate match to Magnai, he will not be pleased. Seeing as the match, while higher than 90%, never quite reaches 100, and anything below absolute certainty will not do.

With golden eyes that seem to glow in contrast to his black sclera he looks to his would-be match, his face scrunching with distaste, his fat alligator-like tail going rigid at the implication he should settle for anything below perfection.

Should his match be a woman:]


Come! Allow me to look into your eyes—I will test the accuracy of this man's toy for myself.

[As he approaches, he towers standing at 7'1, his expression neutral as he scrutinizes.]

Should you truly be my Nhaama, then scant is this machine of the use they claim—but if you look into mine eyes and see not your Azim, then mayhap this device is indeed.

[Should they be a man:]

What folly that this machine would dare imply the radiant sun would ever find companionship with none other than his Nhaama. I've no use of men, for they are not the moon I seek.


Nonah; Little does ice stand against the illustrious Sun

[Magnai is not interested in being a hero. These people are not his own, and so their cries for help move not his heart nor his axe. Rather, he seems fit to ignore their pleas, ignore the rambunctious mischief this villain seems set on causing.

That is, until said villain aimed that spray at him. Perhaps it was by accident, perhaps on purpose, either way this is not a path that ends well for the mutant menace.]


You would bid for death so foolishly? You know not whom you cross, but I shall make your folly clear.

[The ice that began to freeze him in place breaks to pieces as Magnai pulls his leg free with ease, brandishing his axe that's roughly the size of a full grown man. As he charges forward, he has little regard for bystanders around him, leaping into the air as he brings down his axe. Narrowly does his target dodge the blade, but everything and everyone in a twenty foot radius around the spot his axe impacts the ground suffers a crushing force that shakes the very ground around them.

Like a mini earthquake, the ground splinters and breaks apart, vehicles and people alike are sent tumbling—the latter of which likely needing immediate medical attention should they be of the ordinary sort. Even the meta-human who started this whole chaotic mess won't be walking that off so easily. In fact, the guy seems to be trying to crawl away after the damage he's suffered being so close to the point of impact.]


Come! Rise and face me, to be fell with such ease is pathetic.

[Magnai just...doesn't even seem to care about the destruction he's caused, his mind is focus entirely on his wounded adversary.]
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de chima cuz i gotta

[personal profile] adamantlyardent 2020-02-25 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[there really is no justice in the world, no break a girl can catch for even the barest of moments, is there? even if she wasn't going to put much stock in the likelihood of technology here having any chance of securing her some form of romance, it would've been fun to play and pretend, right?

so.

you know.

of course this tiny half-elf is now under the shadow of the most hideous beast she's ever seen.

it figures, really!

it'll figure much more clearly later when she's not about to have a panic attack right in the middle of downtown.

she gawks up at him with wide, unblinking eyes (yellow, too! huh!!), her ear twitching in time with an eyelid as the rest of her starts to go numb and her hair starts to frizz with undischarged electricity.

barely eked out of her throat:] H...Help...
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[personal profile] magnaificent 2020-02-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[That gives pause, his hearing is a bit more keen than most, what with his ears being the horns on either side of his head, picking up even the smallest bit of vibrations in the air—and that eked request for help does not escape him.

He frowns, his scowl getting worse, but he does not move to touch her, nor force her to look into his eyes any further.]


I...see...

[He sounds...dejected, his gaze cast away from her as that otherwise proud stance he held moments ago seems to deflate instantaneously.]
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[personal profile] adamantlyardent 2020-02-25 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[twitch twitch.

what...what is this ugly giant...scale-man doing? is this. is this street performance? is someone filming this?

her eyes dart around noting that, yes. people are filming. with their phones.

great.

she wants to die.

but she can't move.]

Oh no.

[if she moves, she might fall. if she speaks above the strained sound in her throat, her voice may crack. if she so much as twitches the wrong way, something awful will happen and the whole internet will know!

her eyes start to water as she's filled with this dreadful revelation. gods. why. she's going to die on this spot one way or another.

maybe she should let this giant weirdo just slap her into traffic and be done with it.]
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[personal profile] magnaificent 2020-02-25 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[When Cece doesn't draw away from him, that piques his curiosity, most the time those who reject him are keen to take their leave, but this woman seems particularly distressed. Almost like that maiden of the Qestir, whom could not speak out her rejection, allowing her tears to bear such news.

Magnai does not notice they are being recorded by observers, knowing little what those small devices do, nor what they are fully capable of. The concept of a recording is something utterly foreign to him, besides. As such, he pays them no mind, focusing on the girl who seems to have a mouse's voice and courage, frozen in place like a Dzo calf staring down the Baras that would feast upon it.]


...Is aught amiss—ah. You must seek permission to leave my presence. [With a dismissive wave:] Take your leave, for my Nhaama would scarce request help at the sight of her Azim, nor would she be moved to tears that were not of joy at my radiant vision.

[Fucking idiot isn't getting that's not the issue, but he doesn't know much about those long of ear, and cares even less when one of theirs serves not as his object of affection.]
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[personal profile] adamantlyardent 2020-02-25 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Help?

[omigods, stupid, insane nonsense happens like EVERY SECOND in this stupid city yet the one time she needs a meteor to come crashing into the street she's going to be stuck in place in front of a nightmarishly ugly beast of a man whose got scales that are uncomfortable reminders to what happened to her in November great THANKS!!!!]

Yes. Help.

[speaking of hands -- yep. right on time. they're numb! great.]
hundredmillyen: (pic#13632090)

hi sun, meet sun

[personal profile] hundredmillyen 2020-02-25 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Sun absolutely shouldn’t be at this event. He’s far too young compared to the general crowd and besides that he has zero interest in finding who he’s got ‘compatibility’ with. He is, however, extremely interested in the free coupon for lunch.

Someone must have let Sun have a go with the machine, either figuring there was younger folks in the crowd or he’d simply get a low compatibility reading. Whatever the case, he finds himself staring up (and up) at his very tall strange looking match.]


Wow! Ya sure are ugly aren’tcha? I wouldn’t call myself radiant though nor do I need whatever the heck a mamba is.

[Sorry he got lost at ‘radiant sun’, how convenient his name is also Sun.]

...wait a minute!! How do you already know my name?!
magnaificent: (pic#13811369)

gdi

[personal profile] magnaificent 2020-02-25 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[There are...too many things wrong with this scenario, and Magnai doesn't even know where to start. First off, this Hyuran child shouldn't be here. Nor should he be as disrespectful as he is, and what the hell is he even talking about? Mamba—knowing his name?

Magnai stares down at him, uncertain if he should be mad, or if he's far too bewildered to properly be pissed.]


...Child, I know not what you speak, but mind your tongue, ere I rip it from that unruly mouth of yours.

[He knows children are often foolish and stupid—even he was once upon a time. While he's not one to spare the rod, perhaps he's feeling charitable.]

Beg for forgiveness, and you may yet know my mercy.
fantasykiller: (Boss)

Nonah

[personal profile] fantasykiller 2020-02-25 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
What the hell are you doing?!

[Rising up from where he had been knocked down by the powerful shock wave was a lone teenager. Although he wasn't near the epicenter of the impact, it was obvious he didn't escape the destruction completely unscathed. His jacket was torn in many places and their sleeves stained with blood from when he had protected his head while tumbling across the pavement.

Nothing about his appearance particularly stood out. He looked no different from the countless other normal civilians wandering the city and the fact he got swept away by their attack didn't say much about his strength. And yet, there he stood, his eyes burning with determination.]


Can't you see the guy can't fight back anymore? He's no longer a threat so there's no point continuing.
allagacy: (The good the pleasure and the pain)

[personal profile] allagacy 2020-02-25 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Someone noble enough to shield him from vultures? Be still his old heart.

He keeps his hood on, however, with both hands on either side of his head just so a breeze will not suddenly yank it off of his face. He prefers the anonymity, for it's more comfortable than anything else at this point.]


Ah... My thanks. And my apologies.

I wasn't... prepared for such a welcome. [Putting it mildly.]
hundredmillyen: (pic#13632096)

[personal profile] hundredmillyen 2020-02-25 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Now it’s Sun’s turn to be confused— or more confused. He raises an eyebrow to the other, neck still craning to look up at him. He could hear threats at least and he wasn’t impressed.]

Sun. You said my name earlier— it’s Sun. What do I gotta beg for forgiveness for though? Callin’ you ugly?
allagacy: (Would simply all be erased if I choose)

[personal profile] allagacy 2020-02-25 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ah-- [With hands still on his hood, the Exarch looks up. And up. And just a little higher.

And what a saviour he has today.]


I'm unharmed, thankfully... Thanks to your timely arrival, I should say.
heart_of_the_wood: Mykha with with their hand on their hip, looking amused (pic#)

[personal profile] heart_of_the_wood 2020-02-25 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Full glad am I to hear it.

[The irritation bled away as she turned, still blocking the others' view of him as she offered him her hand, her claws dulled but no less dangerous if she had a mind to use them. Even in this strange land full of stranger people, a spark of mirth seems to light her eyes as she cocks her head, shifting just enough to at least make it a little easier for him to meet her gaze. Even among her sisters she was tall, and the Exarch's hood did not even meet the height of her shoulder.]

I suppose I am to rescue you properly then? Shall I carry you to safety?

[Perhaps she should leave the teasing for another time, but at least her smirk stayed hidden...for the moment.]
allagacy: (And now every decision I make)

[personal profile] allagacy 2020-02-25 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, er... [He tugs his hood lower in embarrassment, as if that could ever hide the entirety of his face. The indignity...!]

No carrying needed! I'm quite all right.

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