[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: What kind of villain do you take me for! *grabs your ankles and ranks you closer, leaning over you* perhaps it’s time to break out the torture devices until you beg for mercy~ ]
[TXT MSG: *yelps as I’m yanked closer* Do your worst! *waggles eyebrows in challenge* ]
[TXT: *slowly striping you of your clothing, starting with your shoes* oh Mr. Drake~ I will have you begging and sobbing before me *running a finger up the arch of your bare foot* ]
Megamind listened from where he was, crammed inside of a hole that was dug by brainbots into the wall. He barely had enough room to breath, but he snorted. He Must be closer then he thought to another cell, “Yeah, good luck with that.”
“It’s too easy so you haven’t bothered to escape?” Megamind snorted, “Right, I tell you where I am and suddenly I’m surrounded by guards. Fat chance.”
“It’ll be easia’ if ya cooperate. ‘Sides, I can jus’ but a bubble ‘round us. We’ll be out in an instant, anyway. Believe me.” Her tone is slightly rude, as it always was.
“I don’t see any- ah! -reason why I should,” Megamind sighed as he finally wiggled his way into the small gap carved into the wall. It at least gave him breathing room.
Magic. It’s what the Doom Syndicate used. He was incredibly leery about trusting it. Even assuming the stranger was playing him straight. Besides, he already had a plan and Minion should be in place waiting for him. His fingers found the hidden cache and he began assembling the small device.
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: Entirely so~ *throws you down on my bed* what wicked things I have in store for you, my pet >;) ]
[TXT MSG: *stretches out sensually on your bed* How do I know you’re not all talk? *bites lower lip and crooks a finger to beckon you closer*]
[TXT: What kind of villain do you take me for! *grabs your ankles and ranks you closer, leaning over you* perhaps it’s time to break out the torture devices until you beg for mercy~ ]
Syx groaned and slumped dramatically in his chair, his hands thrown up into the air, “How am I supposed to gain any semblance of control over a mess like this! Most of my brain bots can’t even tell the difference between mine and the other Megamind’s Lairs! And that’s not even getting into helping Anna with whatever her curse is and Wayne being moody and I still need to talk to Miss Ritchi, and my Da- …Warden changed. Some of my Uncles did too…” he sank down further, it was just too much as once, “I feel like I’m drowning.”
[He shakes his head at Syx’s theatrics, somewhere between amused and annoyed at the behavior. If the man wasn’t being so negative, it would just be funny. As it is, well, a Megamind shouldn’t be such a quitter.] You are trying to take on too much all at once. You need to take things step by step.Your criminal activities can sit on the back burner since there are plenty of heroes and villains here to keep the new people in check. As for the brainbots, I can’t say that I understand why them getting mixed up is an issue. Most of them will listen to any blue person equally, meaning you haven’t lost any man- bot power. You’ve gained the ability to utilize the other Megaminds’ brainbots. Now, your family and friends, that is up to you to take your time to sort it out. But, again, don’t try to sort everything out at once. It won’t work.
Syx looked up enough to scowl at Wayne, “It matters because they’re mine. You might go around smashing them all willy-nilly, but they are my creations. I don’t want the old one’s getting lost just because they can’t find home anymore.”
“How can I not worry about everything?” he flung his arm out barely missing Harrison, “Everything is a mess and I have to fix it,” it was a need that had driven his since the very beginning. He could see solutions, it was just making others agree to those solutions that always got him in trouble.
Not that a Metro Man would understand or likely even care. Not that it mattered. It was his problem. His and the Blues. They’d just have to pull back and tighten up what they could control for now. Access things before trying to reclaim lost territory.
Filling those thoughts to the back burner of his mind, Syx tried to refocus the conversation. He ran the conversation back through his mind and pulled out, “So you have a Megamind yourself?” he looked at Harrison, “A villainous one? I’m assuming the one with the tongue stud you mistook me for?”
Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.
The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.
He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!
Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”
Emma led him down through the building, though she was careful to keep Syx out of her personal loft, she wound up leading him down along the metal fire escape to the ground. Though rather than push the ladder at the bottom down and then going, she jumped down, grabbing hold of a rung and brought it down that way.
Landing with a slight bending of her knees, she looked up at him with a small smile. “Come on. It’ll be in the office inside.”
Syx had come up via the fire escape so he hadn’t been surprised as she led him to it. He wrapped his cape defensively around himself as he followed. Watching her descend the ladder dramatically he sighed, “You didn’t need to do that.”
He’d gotten up originally with a jump off the dumpster and a push off the wall. He was tired enough no to bother with showmanship, however, and simply braced his feet and hands on the sides of the lowered ladder and slid down it.
“Mmhmm, for a man who just told me that I didn’t need to bother, you are taking advantage of it,” she said with a raised brow, and as soon as he was close she poked the side of his head. “Come on loser, the stuff is right inside,” She stated, pulling a key from her pocket.
She appraoched the back door, inserting the key and turning the knob.
Megamind smacked her hand away, “Why wouldn’t I use it once it was there?” he glared at the back of her head as he followed. She was starting to remind him more of Lyn then the Emma he knew that had been Anna. Thank god.
Sitting abruptly at the table across from her, Victor lifted his chin, “My Dad’s blue you know,” well who would know, but they should know damnit!
“Why. Are. You?” he enunciated slowly. These were things he needed to know. It was hard enough with everything so different. Having to change schools. Losing… god damnit! More B L U E strangeness was just going to make everything weird!
Great, whoever this was wasn’t going away. Scowling, Lucy sets the papers she’d tugged free next to her tray on the table, partly tucking them underneath the plastic afterward. “Good for you.” she mutters, drumming her fingers on the table.
“I don’t know, same reason you’re not?” she snarks back, looking around as if waiting for someone to provide her an out of the situation.
Victor twitched his ears, the black cat ears on his head moving forward and back with the twitching of his eye, “No I don’t knoooooow. No one tells me anything hu-elp-fuuul around here,” his arms crossed as he hunched his shoulder’s stubbornly staring at her, jaw set, “How should I know why I’m not blue! I didn’t even have fucked up ears until the whole damned universe turned on it’s damned head!”
A sarcastic snort of laughter and Lucy rolls her eyes. “They’re not that weird.” The prospect of whoever this was having been blue-skinned before doesn’t escape her notice, directing an examining look toward Victor.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Victor picked at his food sullenly, face twisting up, “What’s else it supposed to mean? Everything was great and the the WORLD ENDED and it turned out my parents hate each other and are apparently super villains? Because that’s a thing?” he threw up and hands and glared at Lucy, “ You’re blue. You tell me why everything is fucked to hell.”
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.
“Holographic disguise. It’s hardly like I can just use makeup to avoid standing out. Not with his head,” Syx waved at his overly large dome. Drawing patterns on the water bottle he kept his eyes on his lap, “The safe thing to do would not associate yourself with a dangerous escaped convict and known super villain.”
He risked a glance up at her, “But I would miss seeing you.”
Paige gazed at the alien for a moment, seeing his expression she knew without a doubt that he was being sincere. She took a deep breath in, running her hands through her hair again, fluffing it before dropping her hand at her side.
“…Well you don’t have to stop seeing me… you know..” she muttered, looking away. It was a hard decision for her, one that she wasn’t sure if she was even really doing properly. Yes, he had lied.. and it was something that she hated more than anything… but being able to understand it, it made sense… and part of her didn’t blame him for what he did.
Syx rubbed his face feeling horribly awkward and he curled up in the chair, “Where you we even go from here?”
He hadn’t ever pictured this as a possible outcome. Hadn’t envisioned what he could possibly do or say. Feeling wholly unprepared he let out a soft laugh, “Well I suppose this means tattoos are no long out of the question.”
Megamind listened from where he was, crammed inside of a hole that was dug by brainbots into the wall. He barely had enough room to breath, but he snorted. He Must be closer then he thought to another cell, “Yeah, good luck with that.”
“If, ugh, you can get out so easily, then why are you still here?” Syx nearly popped his arm out of joint as he fought to make room for his large head. Curse his giant blue head, “I’ve been escaping from this prison for three decades. I know what I’m doing.”
The alicorn shrugged. “Dunno. Guess ‘s jus’ too easy fer me.” She rose a brow at is final remark. “Sure don’ sound like it. Jus’ lemme know where ya are.” She had a slight idea to where he was, but she couldn’t really be sure until he mentioned it. “Jus’ lemme help ya.”
“It’s too easy so you haven’t bothered to escape?” Megamind snorted, “Right, I tell you where I am and suddenly I’m surrounded by guards. Fat chance.”
Megamind rolled his head dramatically, finally going back to Spanish, “And why should I take you seriously per se?”
“Now I know you aren’t as stupid as you act.”
Swinging down from his perch, Megamind landed with a roll into a crouch. Standing he straightened and brushed himself off, “I act to match my opposition,” he replied cheekily, “Miss…?”
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