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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.
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"I am no one's experiment!" he screamed in rage and defiance.
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"You aren't going to escape this time."
There was more screaming, distant and abruptly cut off, unmistakably his brother's. "There's no one left to come for you. Just give in."
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This time.
Wait. Wait.
Tommy closes his eyes, trying to shut the images out. He gathers his senses inward, reaches for his awareness. Can't make things explode without reaching for their molecules. And...
And there are none he can touch. Which means it's in his head. Or fake.
Tommy snarls and, keeping his eyes closed, turns toward the voice that told him to surrender.
"You. Aren't. Real."
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"Boy-! The hell do you think you're doing?!" a new voice snapped from the opposite direction, a man this Tommy shouldn't know.
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He wants to cower away from it.
"Frank," he says, his voice a whisper. Frank Shepherd. Dammit. All of him wants to cover away, wants to curl up, wants to run. Which isn't what Tommy Maximoff does.
It's what Tommy Shepherd does. Tommy Shepherd exists. Tommy Shepherd from New Jersey who had never failed his brother and didn't really even get to call the guy his brother.
Oh.
"None of this is real," he said in shocked realization, his voice full of fear. Not one bit. Which only went to say that it hadn't been Billy. Which meant he had to FIND Billy.
"Fuck this," he cursed, opening his eyes. Only to SEE Frank, and yeah, there he was, cowering aside.
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But that fear was still there, and so the illusion held, Frank raising a hand to strike him as the real villain tried to make his escape.
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The raised hand did have Tommy flinching back and away, and he was shaking to see it.
"Don't hit me, please."
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The illusion didn't seem moved, but his strike was stayed mid sweep as Frank frowned, his fingers shifting and misting away as the green gas filtered out without its source. The rest of him misted away, Stark Industries fading back into view.
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"Mysterio," he snarls. "BECK!"