The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot. 

Whichever you prefer:
1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code
2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room
3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks

Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.

Considering the options, Megamind’s next response takes a bit longer to be decided on. “Either the first or third.” Not recognizing the restaurant’s name erring on the side of caution seemed the best possible choice to make.

She’d still bring her own contingent of Brainbots, naturally.

Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.

At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.