Post by scallop on Sept 4, 2024 1:56:58 GMT
New York City.
The epicenter of innovation, the city that never sleeps, the global city of finance. How it had earned so many titles was beyond Beck's reasonable interest in the city's history. Love it or hate it, none could deny the importance of New York City, it had earned its place on the global stage, and it didn't look like it was anywhere close to giving up the glitz and glamour it had earned. In a way, the spirirt of the city was contagious, as within Quentin Beck, a similar flame raged furiously.
And at the heart of the heart, lay the most prolific shrine to media and consumption known to man. Times Square. Beck had always admired the sheer sheen of commercialism that resonated around this sector of NYC, this ever glowing, nonstop spectacle, one he was very keen to recreate, create his very own multimedia complex that would enthrall the masses. In a way, it represented what had torn him asunder, the misdeeds of his beloved industry that had turned him into a joke. A joke that festered, that learned, a joke that surpassed those expectations. And gone further and further until he had become the very thing he sought to bring to life.
Mysterio.
And so, it would be at Times Square, where this eye-catching spectacle would be carried out. With heart, gusto, direction and cohesion. A brand new masterpiece was about to be born. And himself, the creator. As it turned out, the connections to these street looming monitors were more heavily secured than one might think, but the detail behind those access points, well, underpaid and not committed to their bosses it seemed.
Seven Screens, all at once, turned to the multicoloured loss of signal display that had become synonymous with failure, panic and confusion. And quite the confusion it was breeding, a veritable swarm of gawkers had begun to form, a shoal of fish, ripe for the taking.
Screen One - shaky camera footage, showcasing the rubble of a bank, within it electricty buzing, the hum of lightning all too familiar to some of NYC. Electro entered centre shot, and the shot froze.
"Spider-Man!"
The shot continued, showing SPider-Man eterring the frame.
Screen 2, began displaying Hydro-Man, engaged in a foray with the webbed menace.
"The magnificent hero of New York City, once fought a group known as the indomitable, Sinister Six!"
Screen 3 began suddenly, smash cutting to an extreme close up, Bushmaster's grinning face, before the camera panned out to reveal he had been webbed up by the arachnid.
"The Sinister Six were broguth together with one goal, squash the Spider!"
Screen 4 assisted the message, showing the wonderful Magpie, in a dutch angle shot, suddenly freezing as the shadow of the web swinging vigilante ap[eared across her face.
"They lacked focus, cohesion, a true clear purpose. Thematically dull and unclear, their goals and actions became a jumbled mess, and thus, they were axed."
Screen 5 showed a scrambling Tinkerer, clearly bad mouthing the camera pointed towards them.
"But the Six were never just a group, but an idea, an idea that was never allowed its true flourish, its true birth! The webbed defender of New York has once again and again fought off all threats to the city, but never forget, he could not defeat the Six in full. In spirt. For one remains, one who will see this dream to its true fruition. And show you all, the good people of the City, just how far a hero can fall!"
Screen 6, showed a much older version of Mysertio's suit, the colors didn't pop, the helmet was remarkably foam looking despite its glasses composition. Surrounded by smoke, in the center of the Square, the screen showcased the helmeted figure floating slowly before the screen before. BAM. Mysterio lowered himself down with security wire, encased in his own mirror foundation, rendering him totally invisible. As the screen showed the figure rushing towards the screen. Beck sprayed a perfume, negating the effects of the makeup as he burst forth. To many, as the cut succeeded, it would appear he had burst from the screen himsel. Now floating before them, feet secretly placed upon two drones.
"The Sinister Six! Is reborn my fellows!" The bellow sounded out from the various speakers that had been hacked. Mysterio gazed upon the confusion, the people fleeing the scene, barreling over walls and cars just to be safe. Oh, how wrong they were.
"You gaze now upon Mysterio! Weep at my glory my adoring audience! This is no test, simply, working out a formula." He slowly began to move, before swooping down into the crowd, still appearing as if he was floating normally.
