“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”
Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”
Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”
Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.
Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety.
She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile.
“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything.
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.
“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”
Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”
Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”
Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.
Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety.
She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile.
“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything.
“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.
“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”
{{ yay! I’m tagging again! I’m still super duper behind, but I’m queueing all my threads. If I feel I need to drop something I’ll let you know. Or if you want to drop something, let me know. I’m going to do Syx and Bell’s drafts first cuz I have the most muse for them, then move to Shelly, then to my multi blog. Hopefully keeping things queued I can stay on top of it. *hugs* I’ve missed you all so much. }}
He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.
Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.
WHAT?!
Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.
“But-but!” Syx sputtered and then crossed his arms and pouted like a child. Stepping closer, he dropped his head onto Anna’s shoulder, throws off by the change in his head size, “fiiiiiine.”
He turned his head enough to glare at where Veda was in his body, still very upset at her. It was horribly unnerving for him to not be able to smell his mate the way he was used to.
“I-I am sorry.” Veda stammers out, shrinking away from Syx’s glaring. Her nose wrinkles, catching a hint of Anna’s emotions from here. The sensory change is confusing, and she isn’t sure how to react to it or how to properly ask.
Not long after she finds herself looking away, trying to force herself to ignore the look Syx is giving her even with her shoulders tense, posture defensive.
Anna was honestly very relieved to see her mate calm down further, him being the most important thing to her right now rather than Veda. Her focus was ensuring he was alright and wouldn’t make matters worse before she worked to fix whatever it was that was going on.
She wrapped her arms around Syx, looking over to Veda with a calming smile, “Its alright. Nothign for you to apologize for,” she assured her, taking in a deep breath before looking up. “Minion, can you come in here please?!” She called out, thinking he would be able to look at the camera’s and look back to see if there were any clues there.
Minion swirled around in his tank, disoriented, “Sir? Miss?”
He’d been up far too late into the night himself on his guilty pleasure the early final fantasy games. He never quite knew when to put the game down so he only let himself play when there weren’t any evil plans in the near future. The shouting and commotion had roused him, but it had taken far to long to actually get his robotic limbs moving.
As it was, Minion didn’t know what he was looking at. Seeing Anna comforting a strange woman and his Sir looking very distressed, Minion looked between them and started heading towards his Sir with a confused frown.
“Wh- Minion!” Syx shouted in panic, reaching out towards his brother, “That’s nOT ME!”
“Uhhh, Sir?” the hench-fish squawked, looking around the room in growing distress.
"Megamind’s quadruple-exhuast, saber-tooth-grilled bulgemobile with fins comes complete with monogrammed “MM” medallion, shielding what certainly must be a V-24 engine.“
Ok…… Can we all just pause for a moment and bask in the knowledge that Megamind’s invisible car is in fact a tricked out, customized, classic 1951 Hudson Hornet? I mean talk about classy! (yes I’m a sucker for good old american steel… lol) Talk about great taste!
{{ I KNOW RIGHT! It’s so damn pretty. Boy so loves those old beasts of cars. And you know that tank of a thing has to have been kitted out to handle some major beatings.
Though all the pain of it’s door getting ripped off in the fight with Tighten. Having to hunt down a replacement and obsessively reworking it and repainting it to match. Megs always sighing because he can still see that it’s not the original door. Roxanne cheering him up because it was lost for a good cause. She loops her arm around his skinny waist and he has to agree that it was. }}
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