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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.

bindsthedead

Hello everyone, I have a small favor to ask. [Sabriel's in a graveyard, wearing rather muddy clothes-she's making this post during one of her breaks at work, apparently.]

First- I won a car, thanks to that game at the last swearing-in. But unfortunately I have no idea how to drive it, though I'd like to learn- is anyone willing to offer lessons? I can pay you for your trouble.

[Someone, help her. Hopefully someone will teach her who doesn't view traffic laws as optional.]

Secondly- part of the nature of Charter magic is that it's a power granted by baptism, not birth- I've taken on several students here, and I'm always happy to teach more. I want anyone interested to understand that Charter magic takes dedication and training to master- the rewards can be great, but all lazy or slipshod spell casting will get you is singed fingers.

[And while there's a light in Sabriel's eyes as she speaks, it suddenly dies away.]

And no, I have no intention of teaching anyone necromancy, even in a theoretical sense. After the incident with Melkor, I trust everyone understands why. [Not that there's much theory to Free Magic- it runs on will and instinct, and Sabriel can't actually give anyone that power- not unless they already had it.]

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SUPERVILLAIN LITMUS TEST

u r probably a super villain if you -

a] talk a lot about how humans r dumb
b] it sounds poetic in a trashy twilight way
c] lots of italics
d] lots of butthurt

ur welcome.

restingstitchface

[Crane notices the willingness to discuss Father's Day amongst the community - sons have lost their fathers, and fathers have been torn from their daughters and sons. To say certain imPorts were angry about the separation; that didn't even begin to describe it.

So today, there's the opportunity to research. Father's Day offers everything he's looking for. The ritual tradition has transformed the collective human subconscious and is an annual display of feelings. Denial. Aggression. Love. All emotions that originate from one source, one word.

And that word is fear.

His tone is soft and hypnotic, with a slight lilt. It's the gentle tone he uses on his patients when he wants them to talk.]

A proverb says, "When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."

[Crane taps his comm against his knee, and then he rests it on his desk and folds his hands in his lap. He licks his lips, once - and clicks his tongue in his cheek. He crosses his right leg and sinks into his chair. These are the those parts of his body language that nobody can see or hear, but are thoroughly expected to those revealed to the man he is. He's prepared to weather any open confrontation.]

Humans cry tears of joy and tears of sorrow. But for each person who begins to weep, another one stops.

I suppose it is the warmth of the relationship that makes fathers and sons cry.

[A pause. His voice remains soft and calming.]

If any of you find today difficult, I am willing to lend a confidential ear.

[Happy Father's Day.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel's sitting in the study of her lodging in Heropa. She looks better than she has in the last few weeks, though she's still unnaturally pale.]

For those of you who recently arrived- my name is Sabriel, and last month, certain items of mine were stolen by someone named Melkor, who proceeded to use them to raise the Dead in Maurtia Falls, as well as using his own abilities to set part of that city on fire. Eventually the Dead were disposed of by our fellow Imports, and I subdued Melkor and took back what he stole. [And somehow, you can hear the capital 'D' in Dead.]

I would like to thank everyone who helped defeat the Dead Melkor summoned, and protected the people of Maurtia Falls during that time as well. I owe all of you a great debt. If you have need of my skills as a Charter mage, do not hesitate to call on me. [Her language may be formal, but there's sincerity and genuine warmth in the words.]

While we're on the subject of Melkor- I'm his probation officer. I will be doing everything in my power to keep him from causing more trouble, so please tell me if he's trying to cause trouble, or if any Dead Imports start attacking the living- I'm a necromancer, but I lay the dead to rest instead of raising them- and if that's not possible, I bind them.

belegurth

[Melkor is in his element.

Clad in his armor once more, he has a bell in one hand, one of Sabriel's, and the device in another. This isn't nice Melkor- his eyes are alight as the sounds of the undead can be heard around him. Fire glows in the background of the Maurtia Falls district but he just throws his head back and laughs.

This is going better than he could have hoped so far even if the creatures he's summoned have proved more difficult to control than expected.]

It is time for a proper introduction! I am Lord Melkor of the Valar- first among the gods, lord of Arda and Master of Fates!

[He brought the bell up, the metal gleaming in the light of the fire. He loves a touch of the dramatic after all.]

And now I claim my dominion upon this world, to shape it into my vision as I see fit. Perhaps there are those among you who believe you could stop me but Manwe is not here to save you- the Valar have no interest in your pitiful existence. There are none who will come to your aid against me this time.

[Melkor's grin is cruel as he brings the device close to his face. This time he has a message for one specific person.]

You were foolish to trust me, Sabriel but I appreciate all you have taught me of your necromancy. Due to your assistance, I will once more have an army worthy of serving me!

[The video clicks off with the sound of Melkor bringing down the bell to ring it loudly. He has a great deal to accomplish now.]

[ooc: Melkor won't be responding but there will be a log following shortly!]

verification

[ Someone's just given her first class of the day. The white-board behind Verity is wreathed in high-school physics ("What is a Vector? A quantity that displays both magnitude (numerical size) and direction...") used to teach the kids who are now enjoying a short break in between lessons (and yelling like freight trains outside). Setting down the video so she can wipe the previous writing off, if you know her then you might notice a little effort having been put into her appearance with an actual teacher-y skirt and heels. No joggers! She showered!! Amazing.

Tucking ruffled pink hair behind an ear, she pushes her glasses back up and flashes a smile. Little awkward, but. ]

Hi, my name's Verity Willis.

If you're a student at Xavier's School for Imports, this is a quick PSA that I'll be your new student counsellor from now on — it's been rehiring, obviously, and won't be closing, or so I've been told. Should you need to talk then come and find me, you don't need an appointment! I also teach Physics and Data Programming, so if you want an intro to either of those make sure you attend class over the next few weeks. When you can't find me in the classrooms or labs, come by the offices and one of the other teachers will give my phone a call.

[ About to sign off with a smile, she remembers to flatly add, ] Oh, and if you're going to lie about why you haven't done your homework? Don't. You'll get double just like the brave soul from the Tenth Grade yesterday.

( ooc: permissions! )

nakatsu

[The feed clicks on to someone's indignant face. In the background there are bustling sounds of shoppers shopping at a mall. Anyone who frequents one of the larger malls in downtown Heropa will know exactly where this guy is.]

Oi. Someone wanna tell me what this is, exactly?

[He holds a plastic soda cup up into view, the likes of which you'd get at any fast food joint. Nothing unusual about it, really. There's the sound of sloshing liquid and ice as he shakes it at the camera for effect.]

They said this was the smallest they had. It's huge!! What the hell! I don't want this much! [Someone laughs off camera, and Nakatsu makes a face at them. Shut the hell up! He's talking to people!

The cup gets put down, and the spiky bleached hair comes back into focus.]

Anyway- that's not what I wanted to say. I want to ask about changing the stupid jobs that the government gave us, 'cause there's no way I'm coaching a bunch of elementary kids in volleyball - [Volleyball, right guys?] - and I wanna know just how these powers we got work, because I can't figure mine out. I've never had super powers before, you know?

[Okay, so that's two questions. But that's what these communicators are for, right? He's been watching everyone else post for a few days, and clearly this is just a glorified internet chat board where people talk about whatever the hell they like. It's nice.]

Oh! And what are we supposed to do if we lose our communicators because I sure as hell can't speak English if it comes to that.

dreadedone

[Mairon's hanging out at Melkor's place. Even though he was given a place to stay, he prefers to remain with his master, unless Melkor sends him off. Which he hasn't yet so this is where he stays. He's tapping him fingers lightly against the surface of a table and then he sighs, a little flame coming out with his breath.]

They gave to me a job when I arrived and I registered and yet still I am bored. [He continues to tap his fingers against the surface and sighs again.]

My name is Mairon, to start. I suppose my name may become important to recall later. I reside, currently, in Heropa. And I am looking for space that I might build a forge. Unless there be one already. I am much more used to crafting great works, like jewels and weapons, than I am selling [a faint scoff] home decor.

avorn

[ The play is brief, probably no more than 30 seconds at maximum. Tauriel is there on it's screen, looking as if she were speaking to her wrist- or that she'd found a way to strap her communicator on as such. Hands free was much easier.

There is a small amount of blood splatter on her face, though it doesn't appear to be from any wound of her own. She looks, for an elf, almost a little distraught. A common expression for her, these days. ]

If anyone has found any answers to this cure- I would much appreciate. I do not enjoy killing those who do not deserve it, but if things progress as they are, I cannot argue that there may be no other way.

[ And with that, the feed ends, not quite abruptly. She has things to do, people to protect, as best she can. This airborne sickness may have infected most, but that didn't mean she could keep the senseless violence at bay. ]

moneyballer

Okay, so this superhero gig? Best. Thing. Ever!

[Each word is accompanied by animated hand gestures and unnecessary head bobbing. Better get used to it.]

Yo, this is frickin’ awesome! I mean, I wanted to defend the law and all, but this? This is better than all the wet dreams I’ve ever had! And, phew! I’ve had some great ones. Madonna? She may be old, but that chick can get it.

[Why is he gesturing to the viewer like he won an Oscar or something? What the hell is his problem?]

Some guys wouldn’t be caught dead walking around in spandex and a pair of tighty-whities, but… You can’t deny that this bodacious badonkadonk-

[Asher sets the device on the table in front of him, doing a twirl for the camera. Oh god, is that a booty pop? It is. Someone stop this man.]

Would look great in a supersuit.

ahappyending

It would seem I owe many of you something of an apology. Even I'm not immune to whatever it was that changed our ages, and for some of us our memories.

That attitude and simplistic way of understanding was one I was glad to leave behind a very, very, very long time ago. It never really helped anyone, least of all me.

I wasn't lying about one thing, though: I am Death.

You can still call me Didi, if you'd like.

firstborncopper

[Instead of the young man everyone usually sees when Maedhros gets on the network, he looks more like he's around fifteen or so. And he's practically vibrating.]

Two hands! I have two hands again!

[He tries to mostly stay still but it's hard when he has something he thought he'd never have again.]

Does anyone have a forge or something? I want to make things. [He wants to make all the things and he wants to make sure certain people can't use them.]

restingstitchface

It appears life has gifted me quite a puzzle.

Why are the archetypal manifestations of our psyche shared with individuals and alien races we have never even met? Our civilizations are worlds apart in art, technology and culture. I cannot see how one can discredit Jung's theory of the collective unconscious in light of our shared experience. He was an enlightened man with ideas ahead of his time.

Persona? Shadow? Are these terms familiar to you? Jung gave both of these their name, and I do believe we have quite a lot in common. I understand that the psychological archetype of the destroyer, the titan, is a concept already known to some. The idea is the embodiment of repressed rage, and the feeling of powerlessness. Death and rebirth. The Greek Titans overthrew the primordial deities of sky and earth, and were dethroned by their children in turn. Those children were admired and feared, but not particularily loved. They feared Typhon in particular, and his struggle to become free was held as the cause of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.

Anyway. Remarkable, isn't it? I think we could all stand to learn from one another. Expanding the power of the human mind and shining a light on the fabulous monsters lurking within its darkness will change our new home for the better. The more we understand and sympathize with our selves, the better we can guide others.

My request is simple. If you have come across the aforementioned terms, contact me here. You're more than welcome to come to me with any similarities you think we might have. Given the shared nature of this topic, I think we can all stand to benefit from this discussion.

could_be_dangerous

In light of recent events it seems apt that I make an advertisement offering my services to the general public. I am Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, amply acquainted with the solution of murders, thefts, arsons, and the generally unsavoury, etc. Inquiries of a general nature may be directed to me at any time, though I take cases at my own discretion, and will generally request an interview to establish both the particulars and the legitimacy of the case. The suspicious may refer to Dr. John Watson for a no-doubt superfluously effusive list of my general accomplishments, and when he proves unconvincing I should be delighted to provide a demonstration of my capabilities. In what will no doubt be vastly more appealing than any of the previous to some of you, I shall add that all services will be rendered entirely gratis.

((ooc: Permissions post/opt-out here, for anything you'd rather Sherlock not pick up on. Additionally, there may be some threadjacking here and there by the aforementioned Dr. Watson since it is his lot in life to babysit this gigantic infant, and if anyone would like to address him instead of Sherlock they can note as much in their subject lines.))

verification

[ The video clicks on to a redhead in pleather, fussing as she hot-glues part of the white design on her catsuit back into place (she could sew it, sure, but that's too much effort for a single day of suffering). Verity also isn't wearing her glasses and the hair isn't hers, a wig mimicking her friend's. ]

Since I'm already in Heropa to help clean up for the weekend, I figured I'd go to that convention getting advertised. [ That explains the mostly-finished cosplay, then. ] Just wanted to toss out a disclaimer in case someone thinks I actually might be Lorelei on the way to or from the nerd gala, out of context, and feels like exacting revenge for whatever. [ Lor's shady, this is the truth. Even her pals admit it with a straight face. ] I go splat very easily, unlike a certain lady I know.

[ Cosplaying a bro? Yes. Easiest option for a human lie detector, since she knows Lorelei's awesome powers are real. ]

Is anyone else going for a breather and who will you be dressed as? I'm half-blind like this, you'll have to come find me.

databoner

[Oh look, a new post on the imPort communicator! Although this time, there seems to be no ID attached to the post, it's entirely anonymous. It's pretty late at night on the 25th, surely some people will be up.]

Heroes.

How safe do you really think you are?
( Warning: Picture heavy under the cut )

[OOC: Aaaand Inumuta is currently infected with the Hornet's Mind Clone of Miguel Rodriguez right now! So he's not exactly himself at the moment. Right now, Inumuta's doing the whole anonymous schtick, but if any hackers/people capable of tracking him down do any digging whatsoever, they'll find him. He's intentionally not covering his tracks as well as he could have because as a Hornet, he isn't shying away from any jabs he can get at Imports.

So, action is possible, but please try to coordinate with other players in this! Feel free to threadjack, whatever!

Side note: Please forgive my typos, and I'm sorry for the poor choice in pictures for some characters, if I used a picture you don't like and want a new one, send me a link. Also also, I will update this post with a few more characters once I hear back from a few people to get their final approval from my plotting post.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel's sitting in a De Chima coffeeshop, surrounded by books. two are the spellbooks she arrived with- others are history books, and a few others are books about vampires. Sabriel looks lively and alert, even as she jots down notes.] I have information I want to share with everyone- as well as a question.

It's not much, but- when we attacked, the Hornet's base, one of them was unfortunately killed in the fighting. I talked to him a little bit before I sent him on his way. He wasn't that happy about talking to an Import, but I did get a little bit of information out of him. [Sabriel clears her throat before speaking, reciting the words exactly as she heard them.]

"You haven't seen the last of us, and you will regret your part in the upcoming battle." Granted, it's not much, but... some of the other Hornets escaped, so they may still be planning- something.

Also, I've been trying to learn more about vampires, but the information I've found is... odd. And conflicts with much of what I've learned about the Dead. Does anyone here have experience with them? Weaknesses to sunlight and running water make sense, but garlic and wooden stakes?

bulwank

[Gamagori appears, in his usual Goku Uniform, pressed and perfect just like his posture. His eyes closed, arms pulled tight behind him, he stands for a moment, taking a breath before-]

ATTENTION ALL IMPORTS. I, NONAH'S IMPORT AMBASSADOR, AND BOOTCAMP INSTRUCTOR OF CAPE CANAVERAL, GAMAGORI, IRA, AM HERE CONCERNING THE ATTACK ON FEBRUARY 13TH, DURING THE MOST RECENT SWEAR IN. CONSIDER IT A MESSAGE TO YOU, AND ALL IMPORTS, AND DO NOT OVERLOOK IT IN FAVOUR OF LETHARGY!

[Oh yeah. It's that voice you can't get enough of- literally. One of his abilities is to grab and keep your attention with his voice. So despite you wanted to turn this off in favour of lethargy or- whatever the hell Gamagori is talking about, it's incredibly difficult to and you might as well listen to the entire message because trying not to do so will just be more painful- some how. Damn this kid has some pipes.]
( The following addresses information gathered from two captured Hornets, asks for volunteers in locating a third in Nonah this weekend, and discussing warnings about the Lightning altering memories. The vaccine produced at StarkTech is also mentioned. Peggy Carter's information about De Chima is also mentioned.And it's Gamagori so- buckle up. )

missions

[ Peggy has been hesitant to post to the network before now, at first because she was new to the technology, later because she found reason not to trust it. But today she has information to share, and this is the most efficient way to do it. She sits before the camera, her back straight, shoulders square. ]

On Friday evening, I — along with a fellow imPort — encountered one of the Hornets responsible for the attack on the prison. He revealed that the Hornets have planned a series of thefts in De Chima to take place this coming weekend. Specifically, they have targeted engineering companies, with a special interest in those that manufacture generators. I don't know how they intend to carry out these thefts, or why. My hope is that sharing this information here will hinder their plans. I will also be visiting and warning the potentially targeted companies soon.

The security footage from the prison suggests that there were several Hornets running around Heropa that night. If any of you were able to find and speak with them, I encourage you to share anything you might have learned with us.

[ A few seconds pass, and it seems that she is finished speaking. In fact, she reaches for the communicator, ready to turn off the recording. Her hand pauses midair, then she lowers it. ]

On an unrelated note, if anyone knows of a definitive way to confirm that someone was ported out of this world, it would be much appreciated.

[ It's a long shot, she knows, but she has to ask. ]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel hasn't quite realized that she's posting a video- she has her communicator pressed to the side of her face, as she would a phone, so all that's on the screen is her unnaturally pale cheek and a little bit of short black hair.]

I- is this how you use it? Is it on? [She clears her throat, and does her best to sound like a calm and authoritative young lady, rather than a confused teenager.]

Hell, everyone- my name is Sabriel, and I seem to be yet another new arrival to this place- and since, despite my repeated requests, there seems to be no way back to the Old Kingdom, I'll have to do my best to adjust to living here. [But she's not happy about it.]

Although I don't understand why they want me to go back to school, since I graduated a few weeks ago- unless they're planning to send me to University? [Which Sabriel wouldn't mind- she liked school, but just repeating what she'd already learned wasn't appealing.]

Also, since I'll be working in a graveyard, I really ought to ask- are the Dead a problem in this world? Because while I arrived here with my bells, my sword seems to be misplaced.

Thank you very much for listening- and if any of you have seen a little white cat calling himself Mogget, or a man calling himself Touchstone, please tell me.

[Sabriel pulls the phone away, and it's possible to seen her face now- she's young- not any older than eighteen, with bobbed black hair, mail armor, and an unusually grim expression as she pokes at her phone- it takes her a few tries to hit the 'post' button.]

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