❝ That would be me. ❞ Caspian started, his free hand tucking into his jean pocket as he rocks on his heals a little. He was certainly not offended by the man backing up a step –– having been there and knowing that sometimes the physical can be intimidating. It took him a long time to realize that contact could be warming rather than burning. His brows lifted just a touch with curiosity as the man gave him his name, instantly recognizing it.
❝ Oh Syx! Yes, Emma talks about you all the time. ❞ He urged, his ease nature flowing a touch better (especially after having a few drinks in him ––– Birthday? What Birthday?). ❝ Gods, it’s great to finally meet you. ❞ He goes on, tilting his head just a touch, hair falling into his face before a ring covered hand moved to brush it back away from his face.
❝ In that case, you can call me Cas. Most of my friends do. ❞ And admittedly, he really liked that Emma tended to use his full name when they were together. It felt so special coming from her.
“Well then! Cas it is,” Syx grinned though he had no earthy idea what to even talk about. Fidgeting with the edges of his jacket, he asked, “So you like music, right? What all do you listen to?”
He hated these sorts of interactions. It was so much easier to talk to people online when he could find out their shared topics before the conversation even started. His anxiety about coming off as either a criminal punk or hopeless nerd peeking horribly.
On his way to his daily visit to the Metro Man/Megamind Museum, Nath spotted an equally large man. Stuffing his hands in his trench coat, he suddenly regretted that he was wearing sweats. More self-conscious around another version of himself than the humans that were more easily ignored. With a somewhat sheepish grin, he said, “Hey.”
It had taken a lot of courage building and time, but Wayne Scott, currently going under the name Nath, sat out in the park with his guitar. He played a few covers and a few originals. Not really carrying about the money of busking as much as he did to just prove to himself that he could be out in public and do this for himself.
Just remember two things: She’s mine, and I can cave a man’s skull in with a piñata.
Grumbling to himself about the idiots plaguing him in this city and the horrible sheeple that refuse to even begin to make sense, Syx sat on a fire escape smoking. Now with Anna in the lair, he was more embarrassed about his bad habit before. Even before he never smoked in the Evil Lair, just to avoid Minion’s nagging.
“Shit!” Syx swore. Having been out visiting one of his Uncles under the safety of his disguise watch, his heart jumped at the sight of the cop version of Wayne. Shit! Fuck! God Damnit!
Chewing on his lip, he debated what to do. Though hovering awkwardly in the entry to the Italian restaurant hardly made him inconspicuous.
“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”
Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.
“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities.
Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?”
She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.
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 grinned back, “I’ve always been one to apree-ciate art and passion,” he over enunciated, hands on his knees, “Oh, turn here.”
He directed her to his uncle’s place, “Park in the back, he’s expecting us.”
Paige followed his directions without hesitation, moving along before slipping in to the back of the building that he indicated. She was quiet even as she parked the car, turning it off before smiling some over at Syx.
“Shall we then?” She mused, chuckling as she reached back for her purse and got out of the car. As soon as he was out she locked the doors, waiting for him to come around before walking with him to the building.
Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks.
When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?”
Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”
“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.
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