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. 

Giving her an utterly baffled look Syx came back with his own question, “I. Am. Blue. Not huuuu-maaaan. Would you have ever even talked to me if I looked like this the first time we met?” he couldn’t even walk down the streets without screams and looks, “And a super villain in case you forgot. I can’t exactly prance openly through the streets,” he waved his leather and spike covered arm dramatically.

Crossing his arms and closing in on himself he admitted, “Of course I came to see you…” she always made him long for ‘what if’, “But that doesn’t change anything does it?” nothing had ever changed since his school days, “I’m still just the blue freak.”

At first, Paige felt a pang as he spoke, unsure of just how to react to what it was he was saying. She sighed heavily as he crossed his arms, reaching her hand up to scrub at her face in an almost frustrated manner. How in the fuck was she supposed to react to that!? 

She looked at him from between her fingers, her expression weary before dropping her hands. “..Alright, alright, quite your pity party..” She grumbled, pushing from the counter she leaned against. 

“You said you wanted a water, right?” She prompted, even as she went to get it. 

“Pity- it’s not a-” Syx started before bitterly scowling at the floor, “I like it this way. This is fine,” it was fine. It couldn’t be any other way.

He watched her disappear to get the water. Fidgeting around he took off his mantle and cape, dropping them to the floor. Oozing back into the chair, he was just so tired and sore.

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. 

Rubbing his forehead, Syx growled, “Do I look like I showed up for friendly chat?” setting his jaw he raised his chin in defiance, “No I don’t expect you to ever speak civilly to me again, but that doesn’t change the facts. Who do you think protects this shop? Keeps it from getting robbed in this god awful neighborhood? Who’s Uncle you work for?”

He knew this would come. Always knew. He only cursed himself that she would likely quite and leave his uncle without his best artist. Looking away from her accusing eyes he told her, “You… can just leave if you want. I’ll explain what happened to Uncle Mickey. You won’t lose your job… he’ll write you a reference if you prefer…“ or he’d forge it is Uncle refused.

Paige often wondered that herself.. and despite the fact that it was in a shitty neighborhood it STILL had some of the better artists she had seen.. and quite honestly this place, in her mind, had been a single step on the ladder she had in her mind, she still loved where she worked.. so leaving certainly wasn’t on her mind.. unless.. 

“..Considering you’re asking me those questions, its not that damn hard to fucking figure out, Jesus..” she grumbled, looking away as her finger tapped on her bicep again. Clasping her hands together, raising both fingers up to press to her lips in a manner that spoke of the patience she was trying to gather up as she gathered her thoughts. 

“…Did you ever truly want to be around me.. or was all of this as much of a lie as… whatever the fuck you did to change how you look..?” she asked the words quietly. She wouldn’t tolerate another lie.. and if the rest of it had been just as much of a lie as who he really was, she was gone

Giving her an utterly baffled look Syx came back with his own question, “I. Am. Blue. Not huuuu-maaaan. Would you have ever even talked to me if I looked like this the first time we met?” he couldn’t even walk down the streets without screams and looks, “And a super villain in case you forgot. I can’t exactly prance openly through the streets,” he waved his leather and spike covered arm dramatically.

Crossing his arms and closing in on himself he admitted, “Of course I came to see you…” she always made him long for ‘what if’, “But that doesn’t change anything does it?” nothing had ever changed since his school days, “I’m still just the blue freak.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

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. 

His sass had her brown eyes narrowing fractionally, her lips pressing together. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she was silent before she shifted. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the counter and began tapping her finger on her arm, simply waiting for an explanation.. mostly because she had no fucking idea what to say 

“Fuck it…” hefting a sigh Syx eased himself up and slumped into the chair again. Melting into it, bone weary with exhaustion, he wondered in an almost pleading tone, “If you are just going to stand there… could you at least get me a glass of water? Please?”

Even if Syx asked nicely, Paige didn’t move, didn’t take her eyes off him. Now that she could properly think, she was realizing several things all at once.. and none of them were good.

“..So what, you think you can just lie to me for all this time, and then come in here like we’re pals? Like you want to see more than just my art?” She threw his words at him, her finger stilling on her arm to grip tightly at her bicep. 

Rubbing his forehead, Syx growled, “Do I look like I showed up for friendly chat?” setting his jaw he raised his chin in defiance, “No I don’t expect you to ever speak civilly to me again, but that doesn’t change the facts. Who do you think protects this shop? Keeps it from getting robbed in this god awful neighborhood? Who’s Uncle you work for?”

He knew this would come. Always knew. He only cursed himself that she would likely quite and leave his uncle without his best artist. Looking away from her accusing eyes he told her, “You… can just leave if you want. I’ll explain what happened to Uncle Mickey. You won’t lose your job… he’ll write you a reference if you prefer…“ or he’d forge it is Uncle refused.

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. 

Keeping one eye on her, Syx tried to get his bearings on the room around him, “Am eye? How strange. I wasn’t aware,” he replied flatly, “What I have is a headache. Please don’t scream anymore.”

From his spot on the floor, the blue man drew his legs up. The size of his head making him seem far skinnier. Focussing on just breathing, he at least doubted he was in physical danger with the tattoo artist. 

His sass had her brown eyes narrowing fractionally, her lips pressing together. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she was silent before she shifted. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the counter and began tapping her finger on her arm, simply waiting for an explanation.. mostly because she had no fucking idea what to say 

“Fuck it…” hefting a sigh Syx eased himself up and slumped into the chair again. Melting into it, bone weary with exhaustion, he wondered in an almost pleading tone, “If you are just going to stand there… could you at least get me a glass of water? Please?”