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goshdarnspam2013-08-31 05:37 pm
erewhile) wrote in goshdarnspam2013-08-31 05:37 pm
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IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...
TEST DRIVE MEME
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 eridan just kind of shrugs again, watching hannibal angle for that garlic with mild interest. the fish in his bag is probably approaching room temperature by now, but man what do rich kids even care for wasting food? they're too busy bullying nerds with their water polo buddies and smoking that mary j, or whatever teenagers are doing these days. ]
My people inwented murderball. The sport. [ what he doesn't want going warm on him are those snow crab legs, which is why he's chewing on one now. yep. ] I got a world class orphanin' count under my belt, myself. Surprised humans don't get up to it more often.
You ewer had a barista go light on the foam six days in a row? That'd be grounds for cullin' where I'm from.
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This went from "oh yeah murder" to "I'm from a land that's fucking crazy don't you want to get in my head METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING" really really fast and oh my]
I can't say I've ever had a barista do that to me, no. [Hannibal makes all that stuff himself #elite] But I would imagine it would be grounds for a write up here, if there were complaints. Culling in the form of termination of her employment, but it's certainly not worth ending a life.
[unless you're hannibal
you know how cannibals be]
I can see you're very proud of leaving your own people to be orphans. Seems a bit of an issue, though, if you want your race to survive.
[Orphans. :c Hannibal was an orphan. It's a touchy subject but he weathers it with ease, sweetly scented clove of garlic give him strength.]
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at any rate!! he's shrugging at that barista talk - because wow, what a lame pacifistic doctor thing to say, this guy is probably dull and domestic all the time, wow - but orphaning talk, goddamn he loves orphans.
or just making orphans. same difference. ]
We got enough to spare - had, whatewer. Nobody's gonna miss a couple hundred dirtscrapers. [ look how proud he is of this, smirking to himself like the little shit he is. eridan shifts his weight from one foot to the other idly. ] I mean, considerin' that's the sorta business my ancestor - Orphaner Dualscar - got famous for, killin' folks' parents is practically swimmin' in my kickass purple blood to begin with.
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his heart's a barren frozen wasteland anyway he doesn't care about nothing anymore
and it doesn't remind him of dead and consumed sisters gosh way to be a thing, eridan.
he'll make fried fish ears and sauteed troll with a beautiful purple garnish just for this memory. all for you, bb. he'll treat you right. don't ask will or abigail, ONLY TRUST JACK AND ALANA]
Orphaner Dualscar. [Has he told Harvey this story? It sounds potentially triggering. Maybe he shouldn't. That would be a real dick move.] Do you usually go into this much depth [this is Mariana Trench levels of depth, or getting close] with strangers? Some people would most likely find this off-putting.
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AUS FOR DAYS
but no he just stands there, raising an eyebrow a little. tmi? man he tells total strangers about how he misses stepping on alien bug babies for kicks, the very idea of not talking about himself to uncomfortable exhaustion is entirely foreign to him. ask him about that time he murdered the mayor. (actually, don't.) ]
Am I puttin' you off?
[ this is one of those rare, rare opportunities eridan sometimes offers someone to extricate themselves from a conversation quickly and painlessly. this is rare because usually you have to forcibly disconnect the comm or shut a door in his face to get him to stop talking about himself.
FREEDOM IS SO CLOSE, HANNIBAL. ]
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It's a possibility.
[Doctor Magic 8 Ball, check back later.
He's been putting him off since he came out of his momma and started breathing, Hannibal just hadn't realized he was alive. (Do they share the same mother is this possible because his fishface drives me crazy slap some GILLS ON HIM IN PHOTOSHOP hannibal lecter as a homestuck i dig it)
Also please Hannibal is a free bitch he doesn't have to have permission to leave a conversation, even if it's about something he cares about. Even opera gets tiring when the other person doesn't know their shit and Hannibal can't call them out on it without being rude.]
Did you already purchase your items? [or is he one of those dickwads that eats before buying and oh no sorry does that make checking out harder????] Because I really should do that with mine.
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i could buy it tbh ]
A course. [ wow does he look like one of those dickwads that eats before buying??? GOSH. also dipping his head to the side casually, like oh yes hannibal, you should do that, i'm glad i allowed you to leave this conversation right about now that's a good idea go do that (you're welcome). amporas are just obnoxious like that. ] Nice makin' your acquaintance, Doc.
[ he turns like he's about to leave - even takes one whole step! - before stopping, glancing back over his shoulder. ]
Right. And if you ewer need, I dunno, deep sea salwage work done, throw me a line. [ a little wave of one obnoxiously ringed hand over his shoulder, for absolutely no emphasis. he's just kind of swinging his hands around rn is it obvious yet. ] Kinda my specialty and all.
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Oh boy, that offer. Yes, Hannibal is going to get a place on the water and call on him whenever his deck chairs slide into the ocean. Please go fetch my chair, I can't swim that deep, can't you? Please, my good troll man thing, help me out. I'll be forever grateful.
Totally possible (no it's not).]
I'll keep your offer in mind, Prince Ampora. [Oh snap, using his official title. Gonna leave a confusing but somewhat good impression?? Try to, at any rate. Even if he's calling him Doc, Hannibal will extend that courtesy. For now.] Nice to make your acquaintance as well.
[Totally gonna scoot on out right now if he can, walking away with this look on his face he just needed some groceries good Goddamn!]