07-26-2016, 07:51 AM
A hum flooded the atmosphere as an impossibly large weapon manifested itself in Mysterio’s hands, its chrome-plated bulk draped in errant wires and tubing. The crimson glow within its barrel intensified as the recent arrival and his errant companion turned to face the Illusionist. A flick of a switch mounted upon the firearm’s flank wreathed it in lightning, as the Supervillain deigned to speak. “Now listen here, Tall, Dark, and Hideous. While I’m sure you’re used to scaring off the new arrivals, I can assure you that I have seen henchmen more intimidating than you.” The electricity coruscating about his death ray arced to the nexus, a shower of sparks accompanying the pyrotechnic display. “How about you run along, lest we decide to answer this posturing with more than just insults of our own?”
The mercenary’s ebon skin pulled back in a snarl as he turned to look upon the Superior Villain. “Just who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” His sable eyes scarcely noticed the oversized device of obliteration, beginning to suspect that there was something far more insidious occurring with Mysterio than he had first thought.
Mysterio’s weapon of mass destruction evaporated into smoke, his dome beaming as Jak began to realize his error. “Please, not anoth-”
”I’m glad you asked!”
A cane materialized itself in his hand, the rod tapping against the emptiness of their realm as he began to speak, setting a steady rhythm. “Now, this is a story, all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I’d like you to take a minute, just sit right there, and I’ll tell you how I became the harbinger of terror.
In New York City, born and raised, working with a camera is how I spent most of my days, I had never even dreamed of breaking society’s rules! But one day, I decided I’d suffered enough fools.”
As Jak stared in silent desperation, a claw still hooked into the fabric of Dominator’s shirt, the Villainess whispered to her momentary foe, holding up a jade hand to shield her query from the musical mastermind. “Do you know where New York is?” Mar could only answer with a shrug, exasperation slowly overtaking his psyche.
The emerald-clad showman tossed his prop into the air, its ebon length erupting into a crimson mask.
“So I found some infuriating goody-two-shoes, and started to show the world how he was no good. So, I began to make some trouble in his neighbourhood, one little trick, and he got all scared-”
“Why are you singing?” Queried the newcomer, his incredibly boring features contorted in a visage of confusion.
This bought everyone present a blissful moment of silence, the Magnificence of Mysterio slowly turning to face Erik, his eyes undoubtedly locking onto him in a death stare underneath the reflective surface of his helmet. ”Why?” He spoke, his voice dripping with venom and malice. ”Because someone needs to have class. We’ve been abducted by an all-powerful entity, and forced to dance upon his strings. If I’m just a player on his grand stage, then I’ll make damn sure I’m in a show worth watching.”
He dusted off his slim chest, still glaring at the two recent arrivals. “Now then, if we’ve both insulted each other enough, I would very much like to accompany an intergalactic warlord on a journey to the local assembly of victims, and see if we can’t make some magic happen.”
The mercenary’s ebon skin pulled back in a snarl as he turned to look upon the Superior Villain. “Just who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” His sable eyes scarcely noticed the oversized device of obliteration, beginning to suspect that there was something far more insidious occurring with Mysterio than he had first thought.
Mysterio’s weapon of mass destruction evaporated into smoke, his dome beaming as Jak began to realize his error. “Please, not anoth-”
”I’m glad you asked!”
Quote:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM5-i9NH0tM
A cane materialized itself in his hand, the rod tapping against the emptiness of their realm as he began to speak, setting a steady rhythm. “Now, this is a story, all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I’d like you to take a minute, just sit right there, and I’ll tell you how I became the harbinger of terror.
In New York City, born and raised, working with a camera is how I spent most of my days, I had never even dreamed of breaking society’s rules! But one day, I decided I’d suffered enough fools.”
As Jak stared in silent desperation, a claw still hooked into the fabric of Dominator’s shirt, the Villainess whispered to her momentary foe, holding up a jade hand to shield her query from the musical mastermind. “Do you know where New York is?” Mar could only answer with a shrug, exasperation slowly overtaking his psyche.
The emerald-clad showman tossed his prop into the air, its ebon length erupting into a crimson mask.
“So I found some infuriating goody-two-shoes, and started to show the world how he was no good. So, I began to make some trouble in his neighbourhood, one little trick, and he got all scared-”
“Why are you singing?” Queried the newcomer, his incredibly boring features contorted in a visage of confusion.
This bought everyone present a blissful moment of silence, the Magnificence of Mysterio slowly turning to face Erik, his eyes undoubtedly locking onto him in a death stare underneath the reflective surface of his helmet. ”Why?” He spoke, his voice dripping with venom and malice. ”Because someone needs to have class. We’ve been abducted by an all-powerful entity, and forced to dance upon his strings. If I’m just a player on his grand stage, then I’ll make damn sure I’m in a show worth watching.”
He dusted off his slim chest, still glaring at the two recent arrivals. “Now then, if we’ve both insulted each other enough, I would very much like to accompany an intergalactic warlord on a journey to the local assembly of victims, and see if we can’t make some magic happen.”
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.