IC Contact (Duplicity)

[mysterioisthetruth]

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text; un: crimson

[toplieutenant]

Your new contract belongs to me. I'm going to have to insist you keep him unharmed and well taken care of until the paperwork can be sorted.

You will, of course, be paid for your time and any expenses.

[mysterioisthetruth]

I didn't make any contracts yet.

[He hasn't gotten that mistaken notice as yet.]

text; un: prime

[choosebeauty]

It would seem the city has decided to grant me a gift... Or rather I presume it was from them.

A repair kit from home has found its way into my possession and while it's not mine, it will certainly work for me.

I would like to teach you how to use it at some point.

[mysterioisthetruth]

Sounds good.

We can meet up any time you like. My apartment or yours?

text; un: daddy (backdated to day after he receives that citation)

[varnish]

ccan yo pic me up

[Belial never types this poorly, so that might be indication enough that something's off. Well. That and he's reaching out to Quentin at all after saying he was pissed.]

[mysterioisthetruth]

Where are you?

[He's concerned but also suspicious.]

delivery;

[varnish]

[Several boxes arrive on Quentin's doorstep on Christmas morning, wrapped in rich purple wrapping paper and decorated with golden ribbon. The largest of them holds a cleanly pressed new suit, complete with golden buttons and even his name stitched into the inner label. Another box holds a black dress shirt while a smaller one reveals a satin emerald necktie.

Two smaller boxes remain, one containing a golden tie clip and cufflink set, each custom embellished with a small etching of the Eye of Providence. Within the last: a black and gold wristwatch to finally tie the entire look together.

A little note attached to the wristband of the watch reads:]

"We'll both need to look our very best for this grand finale.
Who says I don't spoil you?

♥"

[alwayskayaking]

[In time for Christmas a package will be delivered to Beck. Included is a very LARGE neon sign that Tim had commissioned from someone. The colour is bright green and reads out: Mysterio. He's also included a tiny cape with a little bit of elastic around it that he's placed onto a bright green dildo to make sure that Beck understands that it's designed to be a small cape for his cock.]

Merry Christmas,

Now whoever visits your room will know exactly which name to shout.

Tim Stoker

voice;

[varnish]

[It's taken a while, but he's finally able to send a message out after a bit of tinkering and fiddling with his device. Even so, the connection isn't stable and his voice frequently cuts out, replaced instead with loud static and the occasional, disturbing sound of distant conflict. Screaming, running, gunshots... that sort of thing. Things are picking up in the Down and he doesn't have much time.]

Hm. Still not--Hahaha... Let's see--or not--?

[Finally, one complete sentence:]

Miss me?

voice;

[mysterioisthetruth]

Bel. Bel?!

Where the hell are you? What's going on?

[That would be a yes. It's been a while and it wasn't like Belial to just not be home for extended stretches of time. He's been concerned, despite himself.]

CITATION

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 06062021 Violation: Continued same designation relations Fine: Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

voice;

[varnish]

[It’s late. Way late. Later than anyone has any business being out and about. But hey, he was kind enough to leave a written note just in case Beck went looking for him, you know? Even so, Belial decides to have a little ‘fun’ with the rest of his evening, or as much fun as he can have after something as convoluted as all that.

When he calls, his voice is hoarse and he sounds as if he’s been running for miles, yet somehow there’s an air of satisfaction laced around every word. Exhausted. Warm. Perhaps very, very familiar.]

Heyyy~ You awake?

[mysterioisthetruth]

[It takes a moment before Beck replies.]

Bel? What's wrong?

delievered first week of novemeber —

[seaboard]

— Master Quentin Beck,

A gift for the winter, to keep you warm.

In my home, we give gifts at the end of harvest - to keep us in good cheer all through the long dark to come. You have been kind to me, even though I am sure I seem so strange at times, and I wish you to know how I will always treasure it and hope that in this small way, you can remember it. The wreath is usually given at midsummer, then they are kept until mid-winter when we burn them on the longest night to ward off bad omens for the new year.

In all regards, yours,
Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity

[ With the note comes a box that has been carefully packaged, scented faintly with lavender and rosemary. On the top is the wreath of leaves, flowers and berries, bound together with twists of herbs and ribbons that make it faintly sweet, with how it has all been carefully dried. Below it is the main gift itself. A black scarf scarf of bright colours she thinks will suit him, and her own intricate embroidery done in bright gold and silk thread. ]

Note sent in return

[mysterioisthetruth]

Gilia,

Thank you for the gifts and potential good fortune. We should get together again some time. I'm sure that we'll have a memorable time.

~ Q Beck.

Christmas Present Time!

[varnish]

[It's been a while since he's gifted Beck anything. Well, anything particularly fancy, that is. It's typical for them to go all out for special occasions though, possibly as a way to try and one up each other or to show off to the rest of the city how "model" they are in terms of contract partners. Whatever the reason, Belial doesn't hold back this time around, and on that morning he'll find a couple of boxes sitting at the foot of his bed. Seems like someone's broken in in the middle of the night.

A large bouquet of black roses sits neatly arranged on his bedside table, each stem still thorned. A small black box rests beside it and inside is a brilliant ring adorned with black diamonds and two green tsavorite garnet eyes. A pair of gold and green sunglasses rest in a slightly bigger box on the bed followed by a royal purple cashmere robe in the biggest box.

Finally, a small gift wrapped with gold ribbon reveals a curious black remote control atop a velvet cushion. A few buttons surround a screen with a digital read-out of various settings and features yet to be determined. A handwritten note attached simply reads:]

I'll let you keep this for when I'm being a particularly bad boy. Who knows? Maybe we can even switch off.

Pay me a visit and I'll give you a demonstration.

Bye ♥

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck is pleased and impressed by Belial's gifts - then intrigued by the remote. He's soon turning up to Belial's doorstep and entering inside.]

Hello? Bel? Are you home?

Text - B-Crais.

[notleavingquietly]

What's the project?

[mysterioisthetruth]

I need more P.I.E. devices assembled and programmed, specially with recording capabilities.

ATTN: QUENTIN BECK

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18145 Violation: Sexual Deviancy (Dominant/Dominant) Fine: $1000 + 1 week Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

voice;

[varnish]

[It's been a long day. For the most part, everything's happened according to his expectations, but nevertheless, he feels more exhausted than he should. Is that because of his core? Were there certain parameters he missed, a few tweaks he neglected to adjust? Whatever the truth, he soars above the Up following his encounter with Jon until his wings ache and the flesh surrounding his aching wound falls numb.

He should go back home. He should make the necessary changes to ensure he has better defenses up for next time.

Instead, still in flight, he opens up his device and dials in his Dominant's number.]

I'm coming over.

[mysterioisthetruth]

Feeling frisky?

[Beck has no idea what trouble Belial has gotten into this time, even if in part he did instigate it.]

Voice; un: ShowStopper

[alwayskayaking]

[After speaking to Jon about his death Tim decides to give Beck a call.

Ring, ring 'superhero'. Ring, ring.]

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck answers the line breezily.]

You've reached Quentin Beck, also well known as the great Mysterio. Are you calling for business or pleasure?

ATTN: QUENTIN BECK

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18173 Violation: Failure to control contracted Submissive Fine: $1000 in damages to be paid to Tim Stoker Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

video; un: canary

[killersong]

[As the video starts, Dinah looks decidedly awkward.]

Uh? Beck? I... I gotta put my notice in. Two weeks, is it? Or like, I can finish sooner?

[mysterioisthetruth]

What happened? I've been relying on you, Dinah.

[He has trouble keeping staff.]

> action

[killersong]

[After everything, Dinah comes to find Beck in his office. She knocks but doesn't wait, striding in with a confidence that hides just how nervous she feels.]

Beck? I quit.

[mysterioisthetruth]

[He actually rolls his eyes at that.]

Didn't we already go through this?

[self_impeding]

[Blitzo walks into the room. He's holding a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper, all tied up with a red ribbon.]

Happy birthday, Beck. I got you something!

[It's spiders. A wrapped up box full of spiders. Blitzo went out, found all the spiders he could find, and threw them all into a box and wrapped it. Why does he think that Beck, or anyone for that matter, would like this? Who knows. It's Blitzo. And he's offering Beck a wrapped present.]

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck smiles, taking the gift. He's always pleased to get presents, especially on his birthday which has generally been disappointing.]

How very thoughtful.

[He speaks graciously then opens the box. His expression immediately drops, startling slightly - but he isn't frightened of spiders. He just hadn't been expecting a box of live ones. Still... what the hell kind of gift was this?]

... Is this some kind of impish joke?