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IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...

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Are you thinking about apping to to Cape & Cowl, but you want to get a feel of the setting and how your character will fit in it? Then you’ve come to the right place! Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, and don’t be afraid to throw yourself at anyone’s thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

1. As you exit the Porter Building, the ambient noises you heard, so faint back inside where you found yourself at the center of glowing platform alone – save for the black screen and the female voice who greeted you – erupt in every direction. Every corner you look is bustling with people and cars and bicycles; people going about their everyday life, unaware you’re one of them: an imPort.

2. Or perhaps your bizarre behaviour or appearance catches their attention. Maybe it’s the communicator you picked up before leaving. Either way, several Cityzens headed your way come to a full stop immediately, each one eyeing you differently. Some looks outright afraid, others seem intrigued, and then there are the others whose surprise fades quickly and they carry on past you without as much a second glance.

3. Confused? The Network seems like a good place to start with soliciting information. There appear to be three functions for you to access: AUDIO, VIDEO, and TEXT. Make some friends while you’re at it!

4. Maybe you’re just thrilled to be here and help. The night time is a great time to scope out the underbelly of the City and its criminals. There’s always something going on in its more troubled corners: breaking and entering, drugs or arms trafficking, an attempting kidnapping... the list goes on. The question is: what will you do, Hero?

5. Make up your own scenario, if you wish! You may have discovered the Porter has granted you the ability to make it hail cats. Or that your power of super speed is gone entirely. Maybe you’ve noticed the Statue of Liberty’s sporting a new look. It’s up to you!

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No, not you. [ She sounds mildly exasperated. ] It's the machine that brought you here.

A few months myself, but there are some people, such as the Mayor, who have been here a few years.

As if even his name is all that important. [Spoken so dryly -- hey, Eddie's regard is earned, not given. And even if Eridan has technically earned it on multiple occasions, well!! Eddie can be quite fickle.]

Don't worry, you'll learn. Possibly.

[And you thought Chilton was a dick. But at least Chilton can be manipulated.]

[ Of all the things that didn't make sense to him, it's the one thing that he can say is vaguely familiar to him that bothers him the most: the city around him would have caught his attention in a heartbeat, eyes wide in as much awe as excitement and he would have been able to wander and see everything he could for countless hours before he had to start to deal with trying to understand what exactly was going on and how he got to such a place to begin with. That's how it would have been normally and probably should have still been regardless of anything that were to happen. Nothing could possibly happen in such a short amount of time to pull Oz's wonder away from his surroundings.

Except this had.

The moment he'd stepped into the city, out of a void colored darker than black all around him, he'd shielded his eyes, lifting the item he'd ended up taking with him in the same hand to help add a little more protection as his eyes adjusted to the proper light. He'd stood a few seconds until the strain was gone from his eyes, lowering his arm only to find his gaze locking with a stranger approaching that has suddenly stopped dead. Oz blinks, unsure of what the person sees and far too little self-conscious to think it may be him that is the person's target to the point he has to glance over his shoulder to see if he can spot who or what has caused the sudden cease in movement.

Nothing.

It was only after that and turning back to look again that it was clearer the individual was focused on him. Unable to pin a reason as to why, he did the only thing he knew how to do—talk to them. ]

—Uhm, excuse me...!

[ His voice was friendly, and while him breaking the silence seemed to get the individual to react, it was only that they did so in a manner of walking on by him without bothering to answer him. They never took their eyes off him once, however, until they were past him and gone.

All Oz saw was someone underwhelmed and offering nothing to him other than belittlement. And while he'd had his fair share of stares and looks from his father over the years, something about a completely stranger acting in such a way unsettles him to a point he finds himself preoccupied with it more than anything else.

Which is how he's wound up where he is now, finally having given up on trying to ask people things. Almost everyone he tried to talk to either didn't acknowledge him or reacted in some funny way that Oz continuously failed to properly identify. A few individuals had offered him some words that meant nothing to him (directions, maybe? but directions to where?) and ultimately he'd come to slump against a wall of a brick building and parked himself down on the ground, hugging his knees to himself and somewhat bitter he couldn't seem to shake the heavy unsettled weight settled in his stomach that was preventing him from being able to explore a place with so many things to see. ]

...Do you have to do this all day?

[ His chin is rested on his knees, staring at the large dog that is laying directly across from him on the other edge of the sidewalk, tied to a bike rack. The animal seems to be indulging Oz's question, tilting its head before going to scratch at its ear and give a final shake. ]

Aren't you bored? Why are you tied up here, anyway? Your master should have taken you with him! ...Or at least left you some food and water, right...?

[ the dog yawns, as if to get its point across that it is indeed quite bored but well used to things. However, if someone doesn't come relieve it of babysitting the lost blonde kid soon its going to expect higher compensation from the parents than a simple pat on the head. ]

[He probably should've just kept walking, but when he heard a familiar voice, Elliot found he couldn't just ignore it. He just wasn't that kind of guy! As he approached, however, he soon realized that was also a familiar lump sitting on the sidewalk and he slowed down in his walk as it hits him.

Are you kidding him?

...no. Of course not. It doesn't work that way anymore, does it? Elliot frowns (like... always...) and calls out to him, as if there's nothing unusual about any of this whatsoever.]

What are you doing on the ground, shorty?

( Direction is a wonderful thing to have! As much as Gilbert might be flushed with embarrassment, the reasoning behind it is all the more reason to be off and moving. Whatever strangeness passes as normal for this world aside, forward momentum, and apparently willing, cheerful company, helps allay suspicions, if it can do nothing about curiosity.

There's nothing for it but to gather her skirts in her hands and head off the way Gilbert indicates, fully expecting he'll fall in line, if not take up the lead on merit of knowing where they're actually headed. )

Why Mister Gilbert, you make it seem as if you've dreamed about me before. How scandalous.

( Delivered with a tease, tone even and kept low enough to not travel to those in the immediate vicinity. Sharon resists the urge to flinch when a motorcycle booms past. Ahahahaha hahahaha where do you live Gilbert this is ridiculous and she hope's it's magically, somehow, nearby! )

[ Before he can proceed any further, Sharon's comment startles him and his sears with embarrassment in spite of it not being true at all. Until then, he had forgotten how cruel Sharon could be. With Break, the two were a devastating blow to his very little (and non-existent) ego.

He pivoted around fast, the blood rushing to his cheeks and his eyes wide again. ]

THAT'S NOT IT AT ALL! SHARON!

[ His bellowing catches the attention of more Cityzens and he nearly buries his face in a gloved hand. It's the same gloves from home, should Sharon notice. It's the only piece of clothing that looks out of place among his more casual wear. ]

I don't think nothin'.

[frederick do you read comics, incredible.]

I don't like when people laugh at my medical credentials, Doc. Makes me real antsy.

I believe names are important.

[Why would he say everyone's name 5,000 times a day if it wasn't? It's not like he's going senile and has to say them every few minutes or he forgets. Really. It's also not some crazy manipulation tactic so that their name starts sounding less like a name and more like a regular word.

Like a thing.

He just likes names okay don't read too much into it.]

Thank you for the faith in my ability to learn.

[This is the least sincere thank you in the history of Hannibal's life.

And God maybe he could manipulate him if he wasn't a walking lie detector! Don't come for cannibal dinners at Chez Lecter, Eddie will vibrate out of his chair during the explanation of pure bullshit.]

[ The dog seems to think what Oz is doing is pretty obvious as it turns its head to look up at Elliot, tail starting to thump again at the presence of another person. While Oz might have been with it for some time now and gotten to a point of trying to have an actual conversation with it, it doesn't mean the dog isn't actually fond of the opportunity to be in the vinicity of human contact.

Oz blinks, his babbling trailing off into silence with that voice being way too familiar to ignore and further too much of a wishful source of company, particularly in a place so foreign as this. Eyes wide, he looks from the dog towards the voice's direction of origin, landing sight of Elliot (—which isn't possible, because isn't—hasn't—?) almost instantly. Everything internally is an absolute mess of confusion and uncertainty, giving him just one more reason now to find an odd situation odder, but it only flickers over his expression for a second before he forces it away to allow the preferred beam of smile at seeing the other here to shine through. While his smile may not be the entire truth of himself (and obvious to someone like Elliot, at that), there's nothing particularly untruthful about it, either. He's happy to see Elliot (...really happy, actually, the realization sinking in the longer the other is still in his line of view). He's so happy he can't even be bothered to puff his cheeks up at the nickname, it only adding validty to the chances this isn't a bad joke being played. ]

Elliot!!

[ He doesn't want to get is hopes up too far, he could be hallucinating, but he braces himself for the disappointment as best he can and swallows it, pointing to the dog as if there might be some confusion as to whom (or what, take your pick) Oz is referring to in his following answer. ]

—This guy needed a friend! He was all by himself so I thought I could help him out a little bit. [ Whch can only mean that Oz needed someone to talk to so badly he'd taken advantage of a poor unsuspecting animal being held hostage by a leash. Nowhere to run...!! ]

( And these are the kind of people you miss, Gilbert?

If he had any doubt at her really being there...!

Sharon's hand (with communicator this time) comes up to her mouth as she laughs. It's not so much that he even makes it easy, but whatever is going on, and if it is more real than half of what they can find themselves caught up on back home, then getting past wondering if either were an immediate illusion or jest played by who knows who in this place. )

So lively for this weather! Come now, you're making a scene.

( The hand holding the pamphlets makes a swirling motion, an invitation for him to move. If she sees his gloves (and she does), there's no mention of it now.

She moves off again, not precisely inclined to be standing around waiting for Gilbert to decide how functional he wishes to be. )

He's simply fond of hearing his. Much too much, in fact.

[As if Eddie isn't guilty of the same thing. But there's his shrug, there's his sharp smile and his unrelenting eyes taking in Hannibal's details. His manner is aloof, but not outright unfriendly.]

Oh yes, you're so very welcome. [He's a little amused at Hannibal's reaction, that was some professional wryness there.] It isn't something I can say about all of my constituents.

[Yes, because someone actually appointed Eddie as deputy mayor. Someone who is not crazy appointed Eddie to be deputy mayor -- and it wasn't just because of Eddie's falsehood detection (which is actually quite uncomfortable in a political sphere! It's why the mayor does elbow greasing and the deputy mayor does legislation.)

All thanks to Lachesis and her power-giving self. Now he's not allowed to Hannibal's dinner parties, cruel fate.]

Edited 2013-09-04 19:54 (UTC)

Buddies. [Oh, he latches onto that word. It has a melodic ring coming from Bullock's mouth, doesn't it? Well, okay, Eddie would only argue that because his reformation is causing the detective some stress.

Morally reformed, but still a jerk.]

Yes, that's rather apt. Not everyone in the department seemed to enjoy me solving all those cases, however.

[Honestly the hardest thing is choosing powers for Chilton, because it's so much funnier keeping him depowered for this very reason -- but obviously he has to have some gift. Maybe he'll be able to mimic the voice of any character's mother.

OR SISTER.]

A healing technique? [Chilton pauses, considering the content of that context. Quite obviously, Chilton is a doctor who doesn't give a shit about healing patients, or helping patients -- which is why he's such an unfit psychiatrist. It's just not as profitable, making them all well again. Cracking their psychoses is one thing, but if they've been rehabilitated then they're no longer in his hospital, and no longer under his power and...]

Quite interesting.

[Sort of spent a moment just staring off into the tangential distance there.]

What happens when you're antsy?

[Look, he made mistakes, as a teenager.]

Do you start killing bystanders?

[Oh, he thinks he's funny, bless.]

Constituents.

[That gets the smallest, tiniest of smirks out of him, a blink-and-it's-gone-like-it-was-never-there-ever-what-an-ugly-face-this-man-has-my-God sort of thing. Constituents as he's picking up things for dinner, isn't that just the funniest thing?]

Are you angling for an easy vote? [ANGLING YEAH HE WENT THERE clearly this guy and actual merman have some sort of thing going on, he's already figured that much out, he'll run the fuck away with it right into the sun] I'm afraid I don't have any children for you to kiss on the forehead, if that's more your thing.

["welcome to my table this is a blah blah super long explanation of what it is when it's not anywhere near what i'm telling you it is shh and where it came from and where it originated cooked in stuff that i don't even have in my kitchen and forget seeing me baking a cake there's ice cream for dessert oh dear it looks like our beloved deputy mayor is having a seizure my bad"]

Edited 2013-09-04 20:12 (UTC)

Innocent bystanders was never really my gig.

[The Joker, on the other hand? Well, yeah. ]

Ah. And what might your gig be?

[Look, he's humoring.]

[The gift of gab. Tower of Babel, the man: he speaks every language, even animal. All day long, voices. Voices everywhere. Even the lobsters in the tanks at the grocery stores are talking to him. "Help us, help us...no wait actually don't help us actually you should go to the other side of the store or actually the country I'd rather die without you being here thank you."

WOW CHILTON YOU WANT HANNIBAL SO BADLY YOU'D GET POWERS BASED ON HOW YOU COULD FUCK WITH HIM BUT HA-HA-HA MISCHA ISN'T HERE YET THIS IS A NO MISCHA ZONE THIS IS A HANNIBAL RISING NEVER HAPPENED

EVER

ZONE

but hannibal can stay because cordell is the shit we just don't need lee pace mason verger]

Yes. One of—here. Watch me, I'll show you.

[Pfff like Hannibal has to ever say those two words to have Chilton's eyes on him but hey, he'll be nice. Look at him go, holding up that finger like he's demanding the attention of an entire room (when is he not come on children in Chilton's office step up to the show) as opposed to just Chilton (don't feel too special now). He pulls down the sleeve of his jacket so that when he runs his finger along the palm of his hand—thus cutting a line deep enough that blood can be easily seen—there's no chance it'll drip onto his clothes. Abigail already ruined one, why would he do it himself? But he just does it enough so that Chilton can pick up that he's bleeding, drags his next finger back over it, and bam.

Doctor Awesome.

Who is currently pulling out a handkerchief to get what little blood he drew off of him.]

Do you see now why surgery was the most logical choice?

Edited (what would i ever do without an edit feature how did we function on lj before) 2013-09-04 20:28 (UTC)

Angling.

[He quirks an eyebrow, having zoomed to the pun. The context of Eridan makes it all the more apparent, of course, and Eddie can't help but take interest in how Hannibal says it. There's no betrayal of amusement in his facial expression, it's an interesting grasp on control.]

I delegate all child-handling to Bradbury. What else might a head of security do? We all have enhanced powers anyway. [Yeah Eddie thinks so highly of Mitchell's good friend Bradbury.] Your kind consideration of the matter is much appreciated, however.

Angling, casting nets, bringing the catch home, reeling them in—whatever's the most nautically appropriate and potentially obnoxious for it is probably subjective.

[He's just upset he had to walk around the store before he realized he was missing a tomato and had to double back while trying to make sure the other fishface (ugly man) didn't see him. That's an awful lot of work to do for a guy who just wanted some tomato soup, okay. Life is hard.

So is this tomato. Where are all the good ones? He doesn't know, but he's going to be methodically checking them while totally avoiding looking at Eddie ie. not paying him full attention ie. being potentially possibly maybe hopefully obnoxious.]

He mentioned names that weren't his—dare I ask if you are Osborn, Stark, or Nygma?

[Eridan emphasized it, it's perfectly legitimate for Hannibal to do it, too, in the exact same manner as he first heard it which is probably obnoxious but so is all that purple. So much purple today, so little Mischa to be found.]

Wait, did you - years? I mean, I've got to get home at least in time for graduation. It would be better if I got home before my parents noticed I was gone.

Please, do not panic. When you return home it is as if no time has passed at all. You, nor anyone else, will ever notice you are gone. It happened to me once before in the past.

[ He takes a deep breath, counts to three in his head, and proceeds once more, but slowly as to match Sharon's pace. He knows a dress like hers isn't going to be easy to maneuver about in a tightly crowded city like this one. Compared to Reveil, the City must have had double... maybe triple the population of their home.

He grips the plastic in his hand and it softly crinkles. After a moment, he finally looks back at Sharon, though his cheeks are still a faint pink. ]

Have you read those pamphlets? Admittedly, they're not very detailed, but they answer some questions about where we are and what that machine that brought us here wants us to do.

( Excellent control of temper, Mr. Gilbert. She takes the moment to steel her shoulders, instructing herself carefully to not react to the loudness of all these strange sounds around them. The press of people, the heat, the scant insight the pamphlets had actually offered, though she supposes it to be a sight better than coming out with nothing but the hideous voice with shocking tendencies pestering after a name and some other... name of a sort. )

There was a very straightforward plea not to make things worse in the City.

( She says mildly. )

The odd note or two about being productive citizens, and to learn to control our new powers.

( Oh, hadn't that been a half minute of pausing to understand the depth and breadth of what that could mean. She arches an eyebrow, smile still in place. )

Something about dog tags and finding work.

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NGL, that was my favorite part of the movie. Even a freaking PROP SWORD becomes Excalibur.

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Oz Vessalius | Pandora Hearts

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awww yeah she's got the magic touch

Oh, down the line, Saber here should see if Allie's Excalibur can fire laser beams like hers can.

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