✉: What is something your muse would write about?

Other then his inventions and drafts it would be about the state of the judicial and prison system. He’s written full essays and thesis on the topic, sent opinion pieces to the papers and news. Written government officials. All under pen names. Anything to draw attention to how badly broken the system is. How many good men had forever labeled criminals for stupid crimes. Turning productive members of society into dead weight on the system or permanent thugs just to survive. He is very passionate on this topic.

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

Syx’s favorite scent is well worn leather. The couch Warden had when he was growing up was old leather. It reminds him of softer times in his life.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

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ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Megamind narrowed his eyes at the woman, his gun didn’t move from her, “Intruding? This is my territory!” his eyes slid across her nearly identical brain bots and de-gun, “How?” the confusion palpable in his voice, “This… has to do with the anomalies, doesn’t it?”

A deep frown set onto his face as he eyed his counterpart, “Who are you? You can’t possibly expect me to believe…” his face paled, “Please don’t be a clone. They can’t have been that stupid.”

“Megamind, clearly,” is the frist question she answers, not hiding her response to the situation. Still keeping her de-gun trained on Syx, Megamind isn’t likely to lower it until being certain that he wouldn’t try anything. “Though why that is the assumption you’re going to make…”

Trailing off there, she sounds insulted as well, not asking yet who he’d meant by ‘they’. It was clear that whatever Syx meant, it was a potential threat.

“Because you obviously aren’t me! Oh god this is going to be like some horrible science fiction b-plot isn’t? Oh dear god!” Megamind glared accusingly at her, “I do NOT need my life to be any more complicated!”

Seeing the setting on the other’s gun was the same as his own, he lowered de-gun slowly, “How?”

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