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1. "Hurry up! The sun is going down!"
2. "Some excellent judges think that I resemble Satan."
3. "Also auch diese Wirtschafterin has du so weit gebracht!" (So you've had your way with this housekeeper too!)

Edited 2021-09-18 23:47 (UTC)

1. "Dodge the black cats and I'll buy you a new gold tooth."
2. "- I will give you anything you ask - if you will have supper with me -."
3. The most infamous type of man.

On th'condition that I don't find myself trapped underhill.

1. "I'm not what you think I am. I was just pretending."
2. "It is my duty to protect you, Your Majesty."
3. "It's wonderful - the way you've progressed..."
4. "He's mine - I tell you - mine!"

( y/n, if y⏤do you have a preference? Bonus question: is this a text meme or action meme? :D..? )

a] "You know what streets we worked today?"
b] "I'm coming back! — Remember - I'm coming back!"
c] But even professional assassins have hearts and mothers.
d] or bring your own

[ Special bonus round for YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ]

Edited 2021-09-19 00:44 (UTC)

- "You are not wanted here."
- Vous ne rêvez pas (You are not dreaming)
- "I know what it is - you're ashamed of my baking."
- "Maybe I will."
- or bring your own

Edited 2021-09-19 00:42 (UTC)

➊ "Bᴜʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ!"
➋ "I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴏꜰ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ⏤ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ!"
➌ "Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ."
➍ "Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ʙʏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ."
➎ [ Bring your own! ]

[Galen wasn't surprised that Kylo Ren knew he would like to escape. He was good at towing the line, of not letting on his surreptitious plans, and of keeping his head down. That didn't erase his past nor the obvious conclusion that he would miss his daughter. Indeed if he tried to escape directly he had no doubt he would be killed but the cruel, if poetic, warning was unexpected however.]

Of course. Although ...if I were to die I should hope it would be by your lightsaber and not a blaster, Sir. That would be far more beautiful.

[He manages to keep his composure somehow, and he even allows a small smile for the force-sensitive man. Galen steps aside, silently inviting the intense youth inside should he care to.]

Though I wonder if you know something I don't? Is someone planning an escape for me?

( Kylo crosses the threshold, leaving Galen to the door as he enters the room with a quick step. The cloak breathes behind him, flowing enigmatically behind his heels. His dark eyes search the room as if he were to find the evidence of his accusation.

Conspirers are few within the Order, but when they surface, they are always bold and foolish. To think that Galen would be alone in this endeavor would only make Kylo the fool which, is the second most loathed feeling, next to feeling weak. Kylo likened himself to be far more prepared for betrayal than he was when he was a child. Galen, though charming and attractive, would poison their somewhat pleasant encounters. Once he's satisfied Galen's alone, he turns to face the hall, his dark eyes heavy on the older man. )

You know there's a whole rebellion fleet orchestrating your liberty.

[His eyebrows raise and there's a hint of amusement at the corner of his lips.]

Is there? I don't see how they could possibly hope to accomplish such a thing.

[Which is the absolute truth, and he is somewhat surprised. So far as he knew they all saw him as a traitor and conspirator. If nothing else than at least deserving of having to remain in the Order for the work he had already done and might continue to do for them. Even if he somehow manages to get out his secret plans for sabotage that doesn't mean he isn't still responsible for hundreds, thousands, millions of lives.l

Galen shakes his head and lightly rests his hands on his biceps.] Well now, more foolhardy than I would have guessed. Such an endeavor is bound to failure.

( Kylo's not impressed with Galen's feigned surprise. Although, he has more proof of Galen's inability to contact anyone outside this room, let alone conspire with the rebellion to organize a rescue. The younger man cannot accept that those around him are not conspiring against him. He had been suspicious of Galen from the first moment the older man reached out to him. )

It is. ( To which, Kylo revisits: ) You'll die here, before your body leaves.

[As disturbing and cruel as that is for Kylo Ren to say, it earns merely a small smile from Galen. If he focuses too long or too often on his mortal predicment then he would be bound to misery and depression. That was no way to live. As ironic as his pacifism is it does extend to the taking of his own life and he would never do such a thing nor allow himself to get to that point of despair.

There was still much he could do while alive and he was in a position to possibly do that, and so he would try. Still, he knew full well that he was never getting out of here alive.]

Of course. Hopefully that's later rather than sooner. May I offer you a drink?

one two three!

1. "I do not care for unhappy endings. In that respect I fully agree with the motion picture audience."
2. "My life is my own - and I'll live it my own way!"
3. "I'm not what you think I am. I was just pretending."
4. "Wake up - the movie's over."
5. "I will be noticed!"
6. ( DRAMATIC PAUSE )

[OR BRING YOUR OWN. This meme was made for Beck though, damn.]

Edited 2021-09-19 06:37 (UTC)

"I wouldn't have it any other way." The tentacles were a buzzing hive of activity around the machinery, monitoring various dials and knobs, keeping the Faraday-cage-esque device's competing needs perfectly level.

"No one treats a member of my organization with such complete disregard. No mortal, no god, no demon." Otto's goggles hid their eyes, but their smirk said it all, approaching Mysterio in the protective enclosure. "Soon your life will be your own again. And you will owe it all to your good common sense and courage in trusting the great Doctor Octopus!"

"I knew that I was correct... to accept your offer to rejoin the Sinister Six."

It had been for practical reasons and they both knew it. Mysterio knew what fate awaited one if one stayed under Kindred's thumb, and how difficult it would be to escape. If anyone could help one... Mysterio trusted that Ock could even more than someone like Dr. Strange.

But it wasn't just practicality, not really. Yes, they had... not parted ways on the best of terms, before. But the very fact that Mysterio had this trust in Ock simply reminded one that one had missed being, as they put it, a member of their organization. A member of the Sinister Six, under Doctor Octopus specifically.

One held oneself still in the enclosure as Otto approached, not trembling. "My life will be my own, but I will owe you greatly, Octopus. Mysterio does not forget."

"It's fruitlessly difficult to struggle alone." Otto remarked, "And we all make mistakes." That was huge for someone like Octavius to actually say with their mouth, to admit that they ever made a mistake - but really that was more comfortable in a scientific setting and in a setting where they could see that Mysterio regretted the betrayal.

One had obviously been soul-searching without success for some time, and Otto, while bequeathed of an ego almost as massive as their intellect, was not without pity.

"I have no higher calling than to oppose the tyranny of small-minded, unambitious beings," Otto mused, pressing a button that opened the front of the cage, "Unfortunately we won't know if I've succeeded until he returns to collect. But when he does, he will contend with us both."

Rather than offer a human hand, Otto snaked one of the tentacles out to hover around the same height and distance as a handshake.

With time and distance, yes, Beck regretted betraying Ock to the Spider. It was true that one had been soul-searching and striving for years now, from the moment one had been given a second chance at life -- as constrained and controlled as it was -- and...

One did not want to die again. One hadn't even really wanted to die the first time, for all that it had been by one's own hand. The thought of losing this second chance terrified one.

"I have made many," Mysterio admitted quietly in return, because yes, it was huge for Otto to admit that to one, and if one could trust anyone to be privy to one's weaknesses now... They reached out a tentacle as if for a handshake, cautioning that they couldn't be certain Mysterio was truly free, and only the slightest tremor in one's gloved hand as one reached up to grasp it gave one away. "After everything you have accomplished, your success seems assured. But-- in the event that... I am not free..."

It was difficult to say, and Beck closed one's eyes behind the helmet. "You still have my gratitude, Octavius. Don't court his wrath too boldly."

Ock was brittle, after so much time forged in the cupola of abuse, disappointment in men, tragedy in their personal life. They mingled successfully with supervillains and had even in some instances been close to the Arachnid, but never so close as to fill the gulf inside that gnawed away at them in every non-scientific arena.

Beyond that, supervillains were often predators. It didn't do to get too close to them. The truly monstrous, like Osborn, would always make one regret the intimacy, and the others...

Well, Beck had done far better than most.

"Only small and trivial people make few." Otto ventured more boldly, shaking the hand as Mysterio grasped it receptively, less a keen eye than feeling the uncertainty down through the adamantium arms.

"Otto Octavius does not leave tasks unfinished." Ock promised, and then the tentacle twined up around Mysterio's arm, over and across one's shoulders, and pulled one in for an embrace - inside the maelstrom of arms, into the flesh core that was Dr. Octopus, the more vulnerable part. "Come here, my fellow fool. Let us be defiant together."

Many of the other supervillains had proven... disappointing. Not all, perhaps, or at least not all consistently. Their arachnid adversary had also been inconsistently disappointing. Perhaps Beck judged too strongly, as one felt that one had been disappointing in one's turn, to the rare civilian one teased at getting close to, to other supervillains on occasion.

"Ha. Perhaps you have a point, Octopus." Those who were bold, who tried great things, risked greater error? The theory was sound. It was only Otto's motion of a handshake that kept Mysterio from simply holding onto their tentacle in a simple attempt to grasp hold of a friendly presence. "We have tried to do great things..."

And had succeeded at some! But then Ock seemed to see one -- one had often had moments when one thought Ock really did see one, noticed one's value and brilliance and saw Mysterio the way one wanted to be seen -- and see through to one's fears and need. They pulled one inside the barrier of their metal arms and into an embrace, two arms of flesh and blood and one of metal wound around one's arm and shoulders, and one held Otto in an abrupt returning squeeze.

"I warn you, I'm too selfish to warn you away too many times," Beck murmured. One wanted Ock with one. One let go of the embrace only to reach up and remove one's helmet, holding onto it awkwardly in one hand as one had nowhere to put it but resting one's arms over Ock's shoulders again. "Allow me a little more selfishness still." Because this was not the first time one had wanted to kiss Otto Octavius but it was the first time one dared, and it was when one was afraid one might die again, which might not be entirely fair? But one wanted so badly to risk this.

In a strange way, Otto thought the Spider had let them down less than some others like Norman Osborn - former allies of convenience, former 'men of science' who had been self absorbed and too damaged to contemplate alliances. But the Six were good company. Electro was reliable. Vulture, Ock was genuinely fond of. And Mysterio's betrayal had hurt, enough to remind Ock that they probably did care about one.

More than that, Mysterio was a satisfying puzzle. One had certain needs and desires that were very different from the common crook and the uncommon supervillain.... but Otto still felt they could understand those needs, and enjoy fulfilling them.

"In many respects, I think we have succeeded." Otto remarked, and gave a tight smile, and - then Mysterio was telegraphing good reassurance of the actions they'd taken. That was a very nice thing, that Otto hadn't misread.

"Selfish?" Otto repeated, and one of the other tentacles came about to stroke its cold prongs across the back of Beck's hand. To see one's face was comfortable, and reassuring, though to see the mask was equally charming. It was a face Mysterio had crafted for oneself.

"I hardly think selfish." Otto wanted to say more, better. To elaborate that they thought selfishness was only what provably ruined resources for others, but their elucidation failed them, in the flustering delight that Beck wanted this odd thing. It was something Otto hadn't realized, either, how much they wanted Mysterio's loyalty.

"I shall have as much of you as you give me." Otto encouraged, and pressed their forehead slowly, carefully to Beck's. "I shall take that eagerly."

The Sinister Six had never again lived up to the promise of their first incarnation, though not through any fault of Ock's. Sandman had proven truly disappointing, and Kraven... Well. Kraven had never been effective and Mysterio had never particularly liked or disliked the man, and one had surprised oneself by how upset one had been to hear about his death.

Electro and Vulture were endlessly reliable, whatever their foibles; Mysterio did enjoy working with them. But it was Doctor Octopus who kept Mysterio repeatedly agreeing to join the ever-reforming and reconstituting Six. None of the replacements they had found had ever worked, not really, at least not for Mysterio, but Ock's Sinister Six...

How could Mysterio bring oneself to deny their offers?

"I think much the same." Otto was warm, comfortable, and Beck honestly did not remember the last time one had been held. It wasn't just touch starvation, though; one wanted their affection, including the cold metal gently stroking the back of one's hand, their other tentacle cool and solid wound around one. The shifting expression on their face after one kissed them.

Not selfish? Well, with that encouragement, Beck certainly wanted to indulge. And from the sound of it, Otto also considered this an indulgence. One leaned one's forehead against theirs in return and closed one's eyes, lips parting slightly with the promise of it.

"That's... quite an invitation, Octavius..." One licked one's lips. It all felt easier as Mysterio rather than Beck, less of an open book, still somehow more impressive even after one's less than ideal history. "Otto," one tried instead, quietly. Testing, and one pressed one's lips to Otto's again for a moment. Yes. That experiment was just getting nicer all the time, and one kept up a semi-embrace one-armed as one moved one's free hand to cradle Ock's jaw instead, stroke their cheek, slide one's hand back into their hair and kiss them a third time, more hungrily, pressing forward against them.

Edited (rephrased) 2021-09-20 19:56 (UTC)

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