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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

Jun. 3rd, 2020

iceheart_imperial: (flowing)
[personal profile] iceheart_imperial
[When the camera came on, it would show her seated at an older wooden desk. And she allowed herself to look significantly more relaxed.]

Well, a number of you who said I'd move on quickly...you're right. This [she gestured around her with just a note of pride] is my new office. Bit of a risk, I know, but it's what I'm good at. And can do some good with, for the moment at least.

So I've opened up a private detective agency, the Iceheart Agency.

[Oh she loved that name. She had a good cover story for it, but it was an open reminder to any Imperials out there of who she was, and the authority she held. A coded gathering signal, really, all things said and done.]

It's early days yet, but I've been handling a few cold cases, and I'm hopeful to coordinate with local law enforcement to take more of that off their hands. I'm also in the business of locating whatever you need. Anything else you can think to bring me, please do.

[She leaned forward, hands folded in front of her, her entire attitude helpful and open.]

As I said before, I'm here to help.

[OOC: Corresponding log is over here]
codeoracle: (Work is never over)
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[The video opens up in the early dawning hours. Futaba is still clad in pajamas, her hair mussed from sleep. But there's a wild grin stretching across her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.]


So...it's my brother's birthday. [Her voice is a hushed, but excited, whisper.] If you know Goro, make sure to say something.


As for me? I'm going to be obnoxious. He better appreciate it; I got up early.


[And with that she starts sneaking through their home, taking careful steps towards a closed bedroom door. She holds a finger to her lips, winking at the camera before sliding the door open. It's still dark in the room, the fingertips of dawn just now slipping through the curtains--


And then Futaba throws on the light.]


Wake up sleepy head!!


[The next few moments of the clip are chaos. A shout from Goro, Futaba running--and was that a glimpse of another person's curly hair? It's hard to tell with the camera motion putting everything into a high-speed blur before it finally cuts with a yelp from Futaba.]

onederfulhero: (normal - one more thing!)
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[Toshinori's had this post percolating in his head for a while, but he's been hesitant to talk about it, not in the least because he's sure Midoriya, Momoyao and Present Mic would know right away that it was him and would (rightfully) be upset he didn't talk to them first. Heck, anyone he's told his story to might be able to piece it together.

But he has to know, and wants to hear the perspectives of people for whom he isn't All Might. So here he goes.]


I know there are some people here who come from worlds where superheroes are common, so you may know best how to answer this, but then again anybody from any world might have some insight.

Say that, back in your world, you were a great hero. Your life was dedicated to saving people, you loved to do it, and it was all you could ever see yourself doing.

Except something happens, your body just isn't strong enough to support your heroism any longer, and then you have to retire.

What do you do? How do you spend your time when you didn't plan on giving up the proverbial cape so soon? How do you still feel useful?