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.
“Wha…” Syx blinked at her reaction, his blue face going pale. Looking down at his spike gloved hands he his, “Oh shit! Don’t look at me!”
Scrambling up to his feet he looked frantically for his watch and failing that to hide. Finding no options in the small room and with his heart hammering, Syx slumped back against the cupboards. Eyeing her wearily, he tentatively responded, “Y-yes?”
Paige watched as the alien sprang to his feet, looking visibly frightened.. or at least what the woman took for fright. She could see his unease as clear as day, and it only added to hers. She didnt’ believe right now that it could possibly be Syx, that it was the man who she had befriended..
Until he answered her, looking at her with those same green eyes she had become accustomed to.
“…Holy… fucking… shit…” she breathed, staring at him in disbelief. “..I.. aaaaahh… you’re blue..”
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.
understanding a character ≠ condoning their actions
relating to a character ≠ condoning their actions
never assume that only because someone likes/understands/relates to a character that they see this character as “perfect” and don’t recognise their flaws
Crouching down, Syx rubbed his hand over his daughter’s head. Larger than a human’s by far, but not quite large as his was at that age. Smiling at his ingenious child, Syx inspected the creation, “Splendid! Should we turn it on?”
He knew it wouldn’t run well, but fixing things, tearing them apart and putting them back together, was just as much fun as the building.
His eyes drawn to the brainbots he realized with a frown how hard it was to tell hers from his. Whistling he called to them, “Come to Daddy!”
A few of the bots wheeled off to him, but not nearly all that he’d brought with him. At the very least he now had footage of her lair. Exasperated, he whistled again. To her, he added, “We should discuss some communication standard for if we need to contact the other for whatever purpose. Via brain bot, or secure radio, or… phone?”
“By Brainbot would be best.” The realization that several of Syx’s brainbots had been roamning her Lair without her knowing beforehand has Megamind working to hide her annoyed and worried reaction to that.
If his Lair was laid out close enough to hers, however, that wouldn’t make too much difference. Most of her workspace wasn’t on this level, after all.
“Brainbot it is then,” Syx replied, distracted as he counted his bots, trying to remember which ones he came here with, “One-nine-seven.. where are you?”
Spotting the bot he frowned deeply, “Oh no, that’s not yours! Drop it!”
The bot in question bobbing sadly with a stolen tool in it’s mouth.
“Oh very well, if you insist of a dem-on-stration, I shall provide!” he snorted, slipping back into English.
Megamind did adore the spotlight and a chance to show off when it was on his terms. Looking around for something worthy, he grinned at her and turned. Sprinting at a nearby brick wall he pushed off of it and jumped up, grabbing the fire escape. With a contortion of his body, Megamind hooked his feet on the railing and pulled himself up. Swinging over the bar, he perched on it smugly.
“I wasn’t insisting on anything.” Even if he’d switched back into English, Rockatoo didn’t entirely feel like doing the same yet if only to be more purposely difficult.
Admitting to her own surprise over that wasn’t something she was going to do. “What, are all of you part squirrel?”
“Never heard of parkour?” Megamind replied in Spanish and laughed from his perch, quite comfortable on the tiny railing. Just to be facetious he added in Korean, “-Come at me now short stack!-”
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