💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

Syx let out a breath and nodded, “Just have to… figure out transportation…” he honestly had no idea where the invisible car had been left in his haze and was certain the holowatch/communicator was in the car. He might own a cell phone, but Minion didn’t. Nor did the lair have a landline. 

As he fussed around to gather the pieces of his costume he’d shed in his delirium last night, he explained, “Minion, he’s not on camera much. We keep him more behind the scenes. Fish in a gorilla suit?” he prompted.

Paige made a soft noise as she pressed her lips together some as she hummed a bit, trying to think about if she would have ever seen something like that. “…Aaaaaaaah. No. No I have no idea who you are talking about,” She informed Syx, shifting. 

“Either way, I really don’t care where we go to eat .Seriously. Just.. yeah. Pick one.”

Seeing as she was utterly unhelpful with assisting in suggesting a means of transportation or anything else, Syx tucked all his things back on his person and began hunting for a phone. Finding it, the blue villain scowled at it for a long time before dialling up one of his uncles. He decided against taking her back to the Lair. It would be far harder to get there without the car and at this point, he feared how she’d react to Minion. 

“It’s Blue. Hit it rough on Purple Smoke’s turf. Had to crash for the night. At Green Gee’s now, yeah. Nah, he skipped out of the joint last month,” Syx slipped into his street slang as he spoke softly to his uncle, “Need food, for me and a friend, any trouble? If it was Minion, I would have said Minion. No, she works for Uncle Mickey. Okay, yeah, see you in twenty.”

Looking back at Paige, he shrugged, “We’re walking unless you have a car. I don’t know where mine is. I hope you like Italian.”