07-19-2016, 05:03 PM
The Earth's mightiest heroes sailed overhead, Doctor Octavius’s rockets being torn apart mid-air by superhuman strength, the might of the gods, and the unparalleled technical acumen of one Tony Stark. Like deities of old, they waged war against a many-legged foe deep within the Abyss.
Beck took no part in this. The more unfortunate half of the Avengers laid upon the grass, the humid heat of the Guatemalan Isle unheeded by their comatose forms. Captain America, the Perpetual Patriot, the soldier who had waged war against evil in two separate eras of history, was slumped next to two other exceptionally skilled Heroes. Who were they? He’d make a note to do his research later, their unpowered skillset would make them exceptionally easy to replicate for the next gag.
The Silver Sable stood before him, her disingenuously coloured clothing gently shifting in the breeze, every detail of the vista before Mysterio, the Magnificent, The Maestro of Mayhem, The Man Two Billion Dollars richer after recent events, her eyes locked on Spider-Man.
The Wallcrawler spoke, glimpsing out at the azure expanse of ocean before his beady, cretinous little eyes. “They’re out cold. What do we do now?”
The Great Mysterio was incredulous at this thought. “Do?” They’d done all they could. They’d freed the Avengers from Doc Ock’s control, and let them loose upon the precious toys the Sinister Six (Well, two now) had worked so hard to acquire over the previous months. They’d done their job, and now it was time for the glory boys to take over.
“Half the world is in danger. We don’t have a choice. If Thor, Hulk, and Iron Man fail, we need to find Octavius and shut him down at the source!” Spoke the sable, a glimmer of anger visible in her eyes as she glared at the Super-powered Showman.
Oh, get over yourself princess. It wasn’t like I actually burnt your precious country to the ground. It’s hardly my fault that thirty blocks of pyrotechnics, some heat lamps, and some method actors could convince you that your entire civilization was annihilated.
The voice modulators of his helmet activated, granting his voice a suitably melodramatic tone. “Why? The avengers are here. We don’t have to do a thing! They’ve got it covered.” It was logic as infallible as himself. The Avengers were Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, as they never failed to remind everyone, and it only stood to reason that they could handle it.
“Nice try Beck, but my spider-sense is ringing overtime. We don’t leave anything to chance. Now where is Ock’s base?” Came a barely suppressed snarl from Spidey. You’d almost think he held a grudge about framing him for… What was it now, fifty-seven different crimes?
Statuesque muscles rolled under his scaled suit, as he gestured with a finger atop a bracer-clad wrist towards the deceptively calm sea. “All right. Four miles out to sea and straight down. Can’t miss it.”
“And how exactly are we supposed to get out there?”
Jeez lady, keep this up and next time I might actually take a swing at razing your kingdom to the ground. All it would take would be a few key dignitaries shoved in a broom closet while I worked my magic…
But of course, that was a plan for another day. Right now, he had Two Billion Dollars and a world full of places to spend it to save. Throwing these fools a bone was the least he could do, if only so he could enjoy his pina colada in peace.
“My ride's parked inside the fake Mayan temple. Key’s in the ignition. Good luck.”
Speaking of lounging on the beach, it’s time to exit stage left. Smoke pellets tumbled from his right bracer, soundlessly detonating upon impact with the luscious green grass, sending up plumes of concealing fog laced with magnetically charged fibers, obscuring him from the omniscient technology on the field.
“Good luck? What’s that supposed to--”
Mysterio applied pressure to one of Spider-Man’s ever-present tracking ‘bugs’, its electrical innards crackling as it was forcibly deactivated. The world was in anarchy, and there was no way in hell any supervillain worth their weight in death rays wouldn’t seize the advantage.
“See you around, Webs.”
Long before you see me, I wage-
His leisurely stroll was quickly interrupted by the sudden upheaval of reality, his Adonis-like frame plummeting through emptiness, beginning a meteoric descent through the void.
Of all the days to leave the pocket parachute at home…
After what seemed like an eternity, the Dome-headed Desperado landed on empty air, the echo of his impact resounding through the featureless expanse. Beck quickly leapt to his feet more sluggishly than before, the alterations to his suit seemingly damaged in the fall. A quick check proved that miraculously, all of his bones and internal organs had escaped a similar fate.
“Where the hell am I…?”
Quentin span around, an eyeless porcelain-skinned being watching him, a manic grin spread across its otherwise featureless face. In one of its alabaster appendages, a limb that was at once titanic and as small as a child, it held a sphere of swirling iridescence, all the colours of the rainbow coming together in one solitary orb.
A flick of this insufferable Omni’s wrist flung the ball towards Mysterio, his gloved hands reaching up to grasp at this penultimate power, only for it to dissolve upon contact, the slivers of shining pigment coalescing around him, slowly melding with and dissolving into his skin-tight suit. He could feel the strength coursing through him, every nerve within his body screaming praise and exultation at this Child-God’s gift, his heart hammering within his chiseled chest, every beat spreading the intoxicating substance through his veins.
There was the stick to this gold-plated carrot. There are others. There always were, wasn’t there? It doesn’t matter whether you had created pyrotechnics so astounding there wasn’t even a word for them, or had discovered the perfect isolated volcano layer. There was always some upstart you needed to frame and blackmail into oblivion, or yet another aspiring Super-powered menace you needed to put in the ground.
But, to fear death?
He was Mysterio, of all people. He had taken the age-old technique of faking his own death, and elevated it to a damn art form. He was halfway into the next scheme before the shrapnel finally stilled, in Hoboken before the smoke cleared.
Mysterio clenched his fist, tatters of Omnillium fading into his skin as he levelled his opaque globe at his incomprehensible benefactor.
“See you never, big guy.”
He strode off into a widening portal, the shining light beyond it revealing a plane only marginally more substantial than his previous location.
He was Mysterio, Maestro of Mayhem, The Magnificent, the Man who was suddenly a whole damn reality richer.
Beck took no part in this. The more unfortunate half of the Avengers laid upon the grass, the humid heat of the Guatemalan Isle unheeded by their comatose forms. Captain America, the Perpetual Patriot, the soldier who had waged war against evil in two separate eras of history, was slumped next to two other exceptionally skilled Heroes. Who were they? He’d make a note to do his research later, their unpowered skillset would make them exceptionally easy to replicate for the next gag.
The Silver Sable stood before him, her disingenuously coloured clothing gently shifting in the breeze, every detail of the vista before Mysterio, the Magnificent, The Maestro of Mayhem, The Man Two Billion Dollars richer after recent events, her eyes locked on Spider-Man.
The Wallcrawler spoke, glimpsing out at the azure expanse of ocean before his beady, cretinous little eyes. “They’re out cold. What do we do now?”
The Great Mysterio was incredulous at this thought. “Do?” They’d done all they could. They’d freed the Avengers from Doc Ock’s control, and let them loose upon the precious toys the Sinister Six (Well, two now) had worked so hard to acquire over the previous months. They’d done their job, and now it was time for the glory boys to take over.
“Half the world is in danger. We don’t have a choice. If Thor, Hulk, and Iron Man fail, we need to find Octavius and shut him down at the source!” Spoke the sable, a glimmer of anger visible in her eyes as she glared at the Super-powered Showman.
Oh, get over yourself princess. It wasn’t like I actually burnt your precious country to the ground. It’s hardly my fault that thirty blocks of pyrotechnics, some heat lamps, and some method actors could convince you that your entire civilization was annihilated.
The voice modulators of his helmet activated, granting his voice a suitably melodramatic tone. “Why? The avengers are here. We don’t have to do a thing! They’ve got it covered.” It was logic as infallible as himself. The Avengers were Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, as they never failed to remind everyone, and it only stood to reason that they could handle it.
“Nice try Beck, but my spider-sense is ringing overtime. We don’t leave anything to chance. Now where is Ock’s base?” Came a barely suppressed snarl from Spidey. You’d almost think he held a grudge about framing him for… What was it now, fifty-seven different crimes?
Statuesque muscles rolled under his scaled suit, as he gestured with a finger atop a bracer-clad wrist towards the deceptively calm sea. “All right. Four miles out to sea and straight down. Can’t miss it.”
“And how exactly are we supposed to get out there?”
Jeez lady, keep this up and next time I might actually take a swing at razing your kingdom to the ground. All it would take would be a few key dignitaries shoved in a broom closet while I worked my magic…
But of course, that was a plan for another day. Right now, he had Two Billion Dollars and a world full of places to spend it to save. Throwing these fools a bone was the least he could do, if only so he could enjoy his pina colada in peace.
“My ride's parked inside the fake Mayan temple. Key’s in the ignition. Good luck.”
Speaking of lounging on the beach, it’s time to exit stage left. Smoke pellets tumbled from his right bracer, soundlessly detonating upon impact with the luscious green grass, sending up plumes of concealing fog laced with magnetically charged fibers, obscuring him from the omniscient technology on the field.
“Good luck? What’s that supposed to--”
Mysterio applied pressure to one of Spider-Man’s ever-present tracking ‘bugs’, its electrical innards crackling as it was forcibly deactivated. The world was in anarchy, and there was no way in hell any supervillain worth their weight in death rays wouldn’t seize the advantage.
“See you around, Webs.”
Long before you see me, I wage-
His leisurely stroll was quickly interrupted by the sudden upheaval of reality, his Adonis-like frame plummeting through emptiness, beginning a meteoric descent through the void.
Of all the days to leave the pocket parachute at home…
After what seemed like an eternity, the Dome-headed Desperado landed on empty air, the echo of his impact resounding through the featureless expanse. Beck quickly leapt to his feet more sluggishly than before, the alterations to his suit seemingly damaged in the fall. A quick check proved that miraculously, all of his bones and internal organs had escaped a similar fate.
“Where the hell am I…?”
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Quentin span around, an eyeless porcelain-skinned being watching him, a manic grin spread across its otherwise featureless face. In one of its alabaster appendages, a limb that was at once titanic and as small as a child, it held a sphere of swirling iridescence, all the colours of the rainbow coming together in one solitary orb.
Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
A flick of this insufferable Omni’s wrist flung the ball towards Mysterio, his gloved hands reaching up to grasp at this penultimate power, only for it to dissolve upon contact, the slivers of shining pigment coalescing around him, slowly melding with and dissolving into his skin-tight suit. He could feel the strength coursing through him, every nerve within his body screaming praise and exultation at this Child-God’s gift, his heart hammering within his chiseled chest, every beat spreading the intoxicating substance through his veins.
Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
There was the stick to this gold-plated carrot. There are others. There always were, wasn’t there? It doesn’t matter whether you had created pyrotechnics so astounding there wasn’t even a word for them, or had discovered the perfect isolated volcano layer. There was always some upstart you needed to frame and blackmail into oblivion, or yet another aspiring Super-powered menace you needed to put in the ground.
But, to fear death?
He was Mysterio, of all people. He had taken the age-old technique of faking his own death, and elevated it to a damn art form. He was halfway into the next scheme before the shrapnel finally stilled, in Hoboken before the smoke cleared.
Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
Mysterio clenched his fist, tatters of Omnillium fading into his skin as he levelled his opaque globe at his incomprehensible benefactor.
“See you never, big guy.”
He strode off into a widening portal, the shining light beyond it revealing a plane only marginally more substantial than his previous location.
He was Mysterio, Maestro of Mayhem, The Magnificent, the Man who was suddenly a whole damn reality richer.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.