Quentin Beck | Mysterio (
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[Video] An accidental, personal rant
[warning: threads could potentially contain manipulation, emotional abuse, violence]
[In complete rejection of the vulnerability within himself - the sadness and weakness that he felt his unwanted shadow version had projected - Beck has become more unstable, spurred on by the feeling of lacking control. He's been working with his tech and while frantically pushing buttons, he's accidentally switched on to broadcast.]
Okay, let's do this one more time...
[He's speaking to the side, at something not seen by the camera. His voice is tense.]
It isn't enough that you made me feel like I was this small.
[His fingers close down to nothingness.]
No, not even that small. That I didn't exist.
Or that it felt like I was dead and gone and still should only be spoken about as a waste of space.
No. No, no no...
[He shakes his head, grimacing and the tension is starting to boil up and over.]
No, now you have to bring that into it--
[He points at something again out of camera range.]
Something that really, really shouldn't exist. I'm past that. I'm better than that. Despite your best efforts to keep me invisible, I'm not. People see me. People know who I am, for better or... for worse.
[He clenches his jaw at those words, fists forming at his sides.]
I'm noticed. That's what's important here.
Right? Right?
[His voice is rising, passionately angry.]
I am a known entity. I am Mysterio!
[He makes a grand sweeping gesture and his formerly regular clothing instantly transforms and reveals he's actually wearing his flashy hero suit.]
This is who I am now. It's who I'm meant to be - and you are not going to stop me. Not by your words. Not by your memory. Nothing you can do can stop me.
[He's glaring angrily past the camera then he raises his hands, green energy forming around them. His voice is quieter but now deadly.]
I should have killed you in more than just a story.
[And he lets the energy flash across the room in a bright, destructive blast. The shock of it is enough to jar the device and cut off the feed.]
[In complete rejection of the vulnerability within himself - the sadness and weakness that he felt his unwanted shadow version had projected - Beck has become more unstable, spurred on by the feeling of lacking control. He's been working with his tech and while frantically pushing buttons, he's accidentally switched on to broadcast.]
Okay, let's do this one more time...
[He's speaking to the side, at something not seen by the camera. His voice is tense.]
It isn't enough that you made me feel like I was this small.
[His fingers close down to nothingness.]
No, not even that small. That I didn't exist.
Or that it felt like I was dead and gone and still should only be spoken about as a waste of space.
No. No, no no...
[He shakes his head, grimacing and the tension is starting to boil up and over.]
No, now you have to bring that into it--
[He points at something again out of camera range.]
Something that really, really shouldn't exist. I'm past that. I'm better than that. Despite your best efforts to keep me invisible, I'm not. People see me. People know who I am, for better or... for worse.
[He clenches his jaw at those words, fists forming at his sides.]
I'm noticed. That's what's important here.
Right? Right?
[His voice is rising, passionately angry.]
I am a known entity. I am Mysterio!
[He makes a grand sweeping gesture and his formerly regular clothing instantly transforms and reveals he's actually wearing his flashy hero suit.]
This is who I am now. It's who I'm meant to be - and you are not going to stop me. Not by your words. Not by your memory. Nothing you can do can stop me.
[He's glaring angrily past the camera then he raises his hands, green energy forming around them. His voice is quieter but now deadly.]
I should have killed you in more than just a story.
[And he lets the energy flash across the room in a bright, destructive blast. The shock of it is enough to jar the device and cut off the feed.]
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I'm 99% sure you just butt dialed the network. It happens, man.
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[He sighs.]
This is... such a mess.
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[ The driest possible tone. ]
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[It's different when it's about him - and he's not even thinking clearly enough to feign any sympathy for what he put Peter through.]
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[ He says, despite getting a good laugh out of the next post. ]
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[And he's been doing similar things for weeks in private, just not usually with wall damage.]
Do I criticise things you do in private?
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That's ... weird.
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