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.

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“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 couldn’t help but bark out a laugh before covering his mouth, “Oh I hid something inside of it!” the hollow center of it had proved to be a fun hidden place for a quick tryst with his nemesis in the middle of battle. The danger of being caught had made it all the more thrilling, “The horn was the point of an EMP that disrupted the surrounding electrical devices that weren’t properly insulated. I piloted it from the top but it had it’s own onboard A.I. as well. A true A.I. unlike the Brain Bots which are actually cyborgs.”

Oh, he was doing it again. This was the problem he always had with Roxanne, having too much fun talking about his inventions and showing them off. But this wasn’t breaking villain rules, these were already used after all and he wasn’t in threat of getting blindsided or thwarted. 

“That one had worked out rather magnificently if I do say so myself,” the servers for the First Bank of Metro City that had been in range had never caught onto just how many of their records he’d had altered while they were trying to restore their systems. He’d made out quite handsomely ass while getting his ‘ass kicked’ by the hero once again.

Syx expression totally catches zagam’s attention, that soon draws a slight smile over his thin lips, Glaring to the blue man with soft amusement. Whatever he was trying or not to kick that information and replace it by technical details, the devil might have an idea of what he was really thinking. after all, mortals have so many addictions.

-”you seems to admire pretty much this one in particular. Glad to see that your inventions leaded to have good memories.” – Zagam decides to not ask about his private thoughts, giving some steps forward to observe the rest of the inventions. “You always worked alone? seems to bee lot of work for just one person”- the question came when he was observing a huge panel with apparently some codes he couldnt read.

“Never alone. I did tell you I have a legion of Brain Bots,” Syx arched an eyebrow, “But no, I could never do all of this without Minion. He’s… my companion. We’ve always been together,” it was hard to even describe what Minion was to him. His fish was everything. Minion was home.

Syx looked over his various creations in an array of destruction, letting slip, “Besides it’s easy to make them when they are made to be destroyed.”