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Clasping his hands behind his back in a way he knew made his cape fall nicely, Syx nodded,

❝I assume I’m still the newest but with this city, who really knows? Hmm?❞ he gave a wave to the table with the prepared food and drinks,

❝We met once before when I first arrived… At least I’m nearly certain it was you. You’re the one Harrison calls… Girly?❞ he cringed even as he said it. That was unlikely to be a nickname that she would be happy to have spread around. He rushed to continue on,

❝In a time-out, non hero/villain setting like this, Syx will be fine for me.❞

That he already knew Harrison made this quite a bit easier. Megamind finds herself nodding in acknowledgement, having to hide a smirk of understanding on seeing the stance he’d chosen. “We had, and you know there’s no reason to doubt our memory.”

Syx, again. His pronunciation was at least distinct enough that she could hear the difference between which person was being mentioned. Still, she’s careful to not bring up Six as well, not just yet. “Yes, I am.” The nickname had taken some adjustment at first, but Megamind could see the use of it regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

For now, however, down to business. “So, about the reason you called?” She hesitates before that last choice of word, but it’s the closest she could get.

❝Right,❞ Syx clapped his hands together and pulled out a chair for himself. Pouring them both a glass of wine. It wasn’t terribly fancy, a twist off, but very sweet and fruity and had been a staple of his all through his villainous career to celebrate success, ❝I’ll cut to the chase. But please do try some cheese.❞

He offered Girly a glass, ❝Do to unfortunate circumstances I find myself without a nemesis and that is rather… boring. But the city is hardly devoid of heros. But a villain such as myself it just wouldn’t do to just… hope someone shows up. I could get some hopeless amateur who doesn’t know how the game works. So I’m doing interviews. For a new nemesis. Temporary. Trial basis,❞ he rambled at the end, ❝In case Wayne comes out of… whatever he’s doing,❞ his face fell, his mask slipping off to show a flash of true worry before he recovered, ❝I have a few others I’ll be interviewing as well,❞ he added, just to make sure she didn’t think she was his only option. So far he only had 2, but neither needed to know that.