Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

Sucking in a breath Syx became over animated as he moved to cover his nerves. Never show fear. Far better to act like you know what you’re getting into. Moving purposefully forward again, he shrugged, “The Doom Syndicate fought one once to my knowledge.”

“Oh? the Doom Syndicate? are they Hunters?” he asks interested. in case he has some future entertaiment. As demon, he hates hunters.. “Are you friend of them? what happened with the demon?” he just continued asking more and more interested for the other dimension.

Syx licked his lips, gauging how to answer, “Not friends no, we’re rivals really. It’s the gang Psycho Delic runs. It’s a joke if you ask me, but don’t piss off the fire bitches unless you like to be ‘well done’. The hell cat daughter of his doesn’t take a joke well and Hot Flash just thinks burning things is fun,” he shrugged again, not bothered about potentiality causing them trouble, “Only heard second hand, but they drove one off a few years ago.”

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queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

Eyes narrowing Megamind turned his head to glare at the mouthy woman. The Spanish he knew was the heavy slang from his uncles and the prisoners he grew up with, but he knew it very well. And all the swears. He snipped back in his slang dialect, “You have a problem with blue?”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

“I’ve only begun to look into it myself, but it would be a poor kept secret to say that Metrocity isn’t nearly pulling itself apart at the seems. Have you even looked at it?” Syx shook his head, “Duplicates of powerful and unique individuals, more magic and supernatural forces… This is nothing like my version of Metrocity. It appears to be pulling things in. I don’t have a separate city anymore,” he waved his hands around them, “My city was warped into this. One day I was just running into strange anomalies and odd readings. The next entire sections of the city had changed and I ran into an alternate version of myself!”

“That sounds terrible creepy. Your spiece is destroying our dimension?” he asks a little amused. Not finding any way to be worried for the human race. -”Dear. I’m a demon. My world its in a different plane and for the moment nothing and anything anormal happened there since…..the era of the dinosaurs. “ He waves ahand freely to the air but then he suddenly remembers…- “I have a friend, she comes from another dimension too. Are demons attacking yours?” he asks just to be sure it isnt the same as Emma..

Syx slowed to a halt, blinking owlishly at Zagam, “Demons…? You jest surely…”

He’d only heard tales of demons from Hot Flash… never met one. He’d thought he’d know… and this one new Harrison… this was the demon Harrison was afraid of?

Oh SHIT! Syx’s face paled, the hologram mimicking it.

Zagam drew a long slight smile over his lips and stared distracted to him, suddenly waving his long tail from behind his back. if the man was not feeling comfortable he didnt notice yet…

“Yes. devil to be more precise. “ he bows lightly a little amused for his change of tone. First talks so fluid and well and now he was mumbling. “So? Any presence of demons in your dimension? Would be fun to know.”

Sucking in a breath Syx became over animated as he moved to cover his nerves. Never show fear. Far better to act like you know what you’re getting into. Moving purposefully forward again, he shrugged, “The Doom Syndicate fought one once to my knowledge.”

the-explosive-existence:

syx-blue:

Megamind regripped the shock gun, the charge built back up in case he needed it, trying to ignore the sting from the staff blow and kicks. Those would definitely be bruises later.

“No casualties amongst citizens in my protected areas, my turf. DO NOT rob or threaten my protected businesses. Wars and vast destruction stay away from heavily populated territory. You want to fight with a hero, you call him out and let the cops clear the battlefield. You do NOT threaten family. You do not threaten children,” he ground his teeth as he snapped out the last, “Rapists, serial killers, and pedophiles will never be tolerated. E v e r.”

Looking her dead in the eye, Megamind out with his finger in the air a sideways 6. With a deep breath, he explained, “The mark you’ll know my territory in. In blue paint or on a plaque. It will be everywhere that is mine.”

Numbering a whole row of rules Alixon turn from the compelling brain bots and glance back at Megs, creasing a eye brown and mouth form a line. Shit.
“umm..” No word in the air Al lean on her staff to wait. Asking about rule’s apparently a flop, so many… But she act the good listener, and nod patiently when he’s finally done. Never interrupt a passionate man without a fair point.
“Fair points with

Rapists and pedophiles. Serial killer though… can hardly control who go to waist in this city crowded ci- Hey!” Straighten her back, blinking confused.
“How can you stand? Any male would lay on the ground quaking.”

Huffing Megamind crossed his arms scowling. He’d hoped she missed that part. Rolling his eyes he supplied, “I’m an alien. Do you honestly expect alien anatomy to be identical to humans?”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Pursing his lips Syx looked around the other Megamind’s lair, trying to think of anything else they needed to cover, “So… I suppose the only remainder is who are your protected people? So I don’t accidentally go after any of your loved ones. Do you have Uncles or Aunts too? Lovers?”

This question she’d been expecting, and Megamind answers it easily. “Both aunts and uncles, as well as Matron. Roxanne, naturally. And my son.” She adds the last matter of factly, less concerned with Syx’s reaction than she is ensuring the little boy would be safe.

“Matron?” Syx echoed, tipping his head, and of course Roxanne. Always Roxanne. But the last bit… “You have a son?” maybe she adopted…

💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

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.

His face fell into awe as he looked at the picture. A sunrise. A new dawn. Syx’s hand moved automatically to his wrist as she spoke. The cut where blood once poured would be a wave. Blue water crashing. Water and the lake. They had always been meaningful to him.

Biting his lip he murmured, “It’d work well with blue…” speaking louder, “Sunrise on the inner wrist and a star field on the outer?”

Paige didn’t miss hwo his hand went to his wrist, didn’t miss how he seemed to react towards the picture as a whole. THe action he did, made her wonder if he had done something to himself, things that wouldn’t leave a physical scar.. but more mental.

“Something like that, yeah. I can make it more fantastical if you would like as well, but I think that would take away from the colors of the sky, honestly. I was thinking of fading the colors into your skin, so it has no real true beginning or end,” She explained easily.

“It would likely take a couple sittings.. but it would look bad ass when I’m done.”

There was a strong longing in Syx’s eyes as she spoke, a soft smile spreading across his face. Before his eyes dropped to his brown hands. His fake hands. Face falling, Syx pulled his hands into his lap, fidgeting, “It wouldn’t work…”