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revivalproject2021-05-18 07:47 am
itsamysterio) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-18 07:47 am
Don't ever apologize for being the smartest one in the room
WHO: Mysterio, OTA
WHERE: Billy's City
WHAT: Time to prove Beck's tech can change the world
WHEN: Mid/Late Event
WARNINGS: MUCH PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA, UPSETING IMAGERY, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK
Stark Industries
Super villains attacking the building was almost just another Tuesday at this. Not that Mysterio necessarily considered himself to be a villain. A strange green mist spilled through the halls, Beck couldn't help but play up the theatrics a little.
His ultimate goal was Stark, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with his coworkers as he made his way to his dear boss. Or any other unfortunate visitors to the building.
Before you had time to be surprised by whatever it was he was wearing, you were plunged into a world of illusion, your deepest fears and greatest traumas uprooted and unearthed into an unsettling hellscape.
The Masses
Why not spread the fun around? Mysterio ventured out into the streets, confident no one could stand in his way. After all, what kind of threat could you really be to him when he could twist the very world around you into a personalized hell?
That green mist ventured out, flooding the city block, chaos erupting as people went running and cars veered off course.
Just the Two of Us
It was just the two of you now, and Mysterio chuckled inside his helmet, palms raised in mock surrender.
"You really think you can stop me?" he asked. Sure- they'd put up a good fight, but Beck was barely getting stated.
That mist became almost suffocating, and the world seemed to shift, rewriting itself to plunge you directly into your very own personal hellscape. Even knowing none of it was real did nothing to stop your mind from reacting as though it were. You're just a puppet on a string, and Mysterio's going to enjoy playing with his toy before he breaks it.
WHERE: Billy's City
WHAT: Time to prove Beck's tech can change the world
WHEN: Mid/Late Event
WARNINGS: MUCH PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA, UPSETING IMAGERY, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK
Stark Industries
Super villains attacking the building was almost just another Tuesday at this. Not that Mysterio necessarily considered himself to be a villain. A strange green mist spilled through the halls, Beck couldn't help but play up the theatrics a little.
His ultimate goal was Stark, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with his coworkers as he made his way to his dear boss. Or any other unfortunate visitors to the building.
Before you had time to be surprised by whatever it was he was wearing, you were plunged into a world of illusion, your deepest fears and greatest traumas uprooted and unearthed into an unsettling hellscape.
The Masses
Why not spread the fun around? Mysterio ventured out into the streets, confident no one could stand in his way. After all, what kind of threat could you really be to him when he could twist the very world around you into a personalized hell?
That green mist ventured out, flooding the city block, chaos erupting as people went running and cars veered off course.
Just the Two of Us
It was just the two of you now, and Mysterio chuckled inside his helmet, palms raised in mock surrender.
"You really think you can stop me?" he asked. Sure- they'd put up a good fight, but Beck was barely getting stated.
That mist became almost suffocating, and the world seemed to shift, rewriting itself to plunge you directly into your very own personal hellscape. Even knowing none of it was real did nothing to stop your mind from reacting as though it were. You're just a puppet on a string, and Mysterio's going to enjoy playing with his toy before he breaks it.
Just the Two of Us (You and I)
He tilted his head, his long green ears raised curiously at him. He might not look much, but this kid has more skills than looking cute. Thus far, the mist seemed to have had no effect on him. Focusing on Mysterio's mind, he knew that the visions were false and were thus not afraid of them. He smiled, sending his thoughts directly to Mysterio's mind.
I was hoping you would surrender so I wouldn't have to.
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Inside his dome Mysterio blinked. This...was not an avenue he'd considered. How the hell did you account for a tiny alien...psychic??
"Go home to your parents before I step on you, you little bug," he dismissed, narrowing his eyes, "This is for big boys."
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He giggled, sounding like a toddler. Quite a contrast from his words. I'm not afraid of you, magician. I'm older than you think, and I can see straight through your illusions.
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Maybe not his finest moment, but Beck was well past worrying about the morality of punching a possible child at this point.
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Thankfully, The Kid is able to fly up and away from Mysterio's fist. He lands on top of that stupid fishbowl on his head, looking down at him between his bare feet. That wasn't very nice. Do you want to try that again?
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"You'd think someone so small would have the sense to stay away from people who were bigger than him," he threatened, attempting to hurl the kid away with a violent toss.
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He tumbled briefly as he was thrown before righting himself and turning to face him again in the air. Seems to me like you need a taste of your own medicine Closing his eyes, he held a hand out towards Mysterio. He doesn't know if the guy is impervious to psychic attacks at all, but he's going to try to fill his head with some of the nightmare images he's making people see.
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"No- Nooo!" he howled, fighting off phantom fears. "Noooooooo."
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The Kid intrnded to keep up the assault until someone could restrain Mysterio, or the villain was incapacitated.