Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

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never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

Syx licked his lips, gauging how to answer, “Not friends no, we’re rivals really. It’s the gang Psycho Delic runs. It’s a joke if you ask me, but don’t piss off the fire bitches unless you like to be ‘well done’. The hell cat daughter of his doesn’t take a joke well and Hot Flash just thinks burning things is fun,” he shrugged again, not bothered about potentiality causing them trouble, “Only heard second hand, but they drove one off a few years ago.”

“Anything you tell me will make me ask less. And hearing they just charged one just makes  it interesting. Believe me when I say that play with fire is more fun that anyone thinks.” he chuckles and kept following Syx, wondering if it was true that he was not friend with them. 

“Do they live in your dimension? or are they the luckies that came in here rolling through time and space? Forgive me if I ask this much but you seems those who likes questions and I love answers.” 

“The demon? I have no idea,” Syx frowned trying to recall what the old witch told him since it seemed it would be very relevant now. He closed his eyes, arms crossed and pursed his lips, “Never said where it came from. Messed up Psycho pretty bad, possession of some kind. They kicked it out and it left. Whatever it was it scared Flash enough that she bothered to spread word through the underground and tell me in person,” he glanced at the devil beside him, “That’s all I ever learned of it.” 

He pointedly left out large pieces of info including the book on combating magic the witch had given him. Not lying as much as half truths. Show enough cards to continue the game, but never reveal them all.