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“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx glanced up at Wayne with a frown, “I wouldn’t know,” being so new to the multiverse he’d only met a small portion of the new players.

Sheldon just shrugged, “Harrison knows a lot of people, especially blue people. It’s bound to happen,” he stepped closer to Wayne, not really sure what to make of the man before him.

Slumping back on his bike Syx just shrugged sullenly. He didn’t know how to deal with this situation. These people. He waved a hand, “Yeah, well… I won’t keep you from your date then.”

“Fair enough. Then again his building is pretty hard to miss. Got his little fingers in everything too, just like you.” Wayne smirks and pokes Sheldon in the side playfully before looking over at Syx and scratching the back of his neck a little.

“ Mm… I’d say you owe me ice-cream but…” He didn’t know how well this guy was going to be around them, even with little jests like that.

Syx just blinked at him, “I don’t buy ice cream,” especially not for pigs, but he bit his tongue on that part. 

He felt far too unstable right now. This wasn’t his Wayne and it was throwing him off horribly. He struggled to find some kind of balance, but was failing horribly. 

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70. ( Anna visits Syx in prison )

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Anna held the phone to her ear, pressing her hand flat against the glass that separated them. She was wearing his hologram watch.. she had changed her features just a bit, so she didn’t look as who she normally was. Her expression was warm and tender, swallowing. 

“..I miss you..” She murmured softly. Hyper aware that they were being listened to and watched, she sniffled, “..I found the car.. you had left it at the corner of Night’inham..” she told him softly

Syx was hungry, but other matters felt far more pressing. He squeezed her hand, “I think a few mammal moments are in order first,” he laughed at Minion’s awkwardness, “I really want to change and get clean,” he always felt horrible coming out of prison and unlike himself. He leaned into her, “Come with me?”

Anna smiled softly, her arm moving around him as he leaned into her again. Humming happily, she breathed in deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. “Of course,” She assured him. If he thought he could get her off his side for the next 24 hours he was severely wrong. 

Moving with Syx to the bathroom, she shut the door behind them both. Looking into the mirror a moment, she smiled some, “..You know I like this form a lot,” she mused, grinning over at Syx. The lack of ears and tail helped her feel.. normal. More like the Anna she was becoming rather than the Emma she had been. 

Turning from the mirror and looking down at the watch, she took it off, laying it on the counter.. but her appearance hadn’t changed in the slightest. 

Syx grinned back at her in the mirror, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into the fluff of her short hair. Breathing in her scent, she smelled like the lair, wild and earthy. His Tiger. It didn’t matter to him what she looked like, as long as she was happy. He would always know her by her scent. 

He opened his eyes again just it time to watch the flickering blue light wink out around her… and for nothing at all to change. 

“What the…” Syx grabbed her wrist and inspected the watch, expecting to see it had malfunctioned or gotten stuck on. Yet it was off. Baffled he ran his hand through her short spiky hair, “Anna… what wonder is this…?” he laughed, “It wearing off,” it must be, whatever it was that had made her not herself.

Blue Paint

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Syx frowned, “As far as I know everyone I knew is here, or rather that ‘my universe’ appears to have been invaded by yours or well this multi thing anyway,” catching her concern he groaned, “Oh fuck,” he dropped his face into his hands, “There’s going to be more than one Doom Syndicate now isn’t there?” 

“Unfortunately, with some of the group.” Having only encountered or heard rumors of barely a handful having alternates, the relief over not having to deal with the entire group in multiple incarnations is slight, considering who Megamind was familiar with.

Syx swung his legs and huffed a sigh, “Alright then,” he rubbed his temples, “You are a hero I take it? I’m not even going to question how that works,” he couldn’t imagine ever being accepted by the citizens, not like he was, “But if you are and even if you aren’t, I feel the most pertinent discussion is going to be the rules of the game. Acceptable?” 

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.

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“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.

Syx beamed at the reaction and did a little spin, “That’s the whole point, blend in and not be noticed. Just don’t mess with the afro, it’s not real.” 

He was much calmer now that he wouldn’t be drawing attention for being blue. Looking around to orientate himself he tipped his head towards the heart of the city and where he’d noticed what he assumed was the museum, “His mate? I’m going to assume you met Harrison’s husband then. I know he’s mated to a Metro Man. Just not mine. And yeah the sheeple are constantly showering the dolt with gifts and praise. I swear he couldn’t do anything wrong if he tried,” he rolled his eyes and blew out a breath, “It’s obnoxious. Not really his fault though.”

“But your blue skin was so pretty. I doubt you have to worry too much about it. You’re not the first blue pretty man I see.” – he breathes a short chuckle and waves his tail. Delighted by the new image but missing the other one. 

“You know harrison too? Well. Harrison was nice, as much as he could, with me, due his situation and Wayne… he, like I said before, tried..” Zagam shrugs lightly remembering the interrogatory that ended in disaster. “What do you mean with not yours?” suddenly Syx was speaking strange and he couldnt follor completly. Was he assuring that there are two waynes?

Syx shrugged, “It’s hard to lose old habits. It wasn’t so long ago that being blue in public meant that every pig in the area would point a gun at me,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked, “And not mine as in he’s not married to my Metro Man. The whole multi-verse thing just makes things confusing and complicated. Though for some reason there the vast majority of the duplicates seem to revolve around me or people close to me. I can only conclude that it must be my fault somehow, being the hyper-intelligent alien with a habit of making things that defy human science. A version of me likely caused this at some point. But it’s impossible to ever really know,” he was admitting a lot, but nothing that wasn’t easily found out or assumed. So he wouldn’t worry about it.

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“A walking weapon,” Megamind mused with a twitch of his lip, “You’re as bad as Hot Flash. Do you enjoy leveling the city just as much then?”

Damnitdamnit damnit! Syx cursed at himself, heart racing as he tightened his fingers around the small gun. He did NOT want to escalate this fight if he didn’t have to, but he wouldn’t leave himself vulnerable either. He just needed to buy time until his bots arrived, so he ignored her question. How much he could or couldn’t trust this villainess was still entirely up for debate. 

Calling her a weapon Alixon starred at him a moment before chuckle softly onto the back of her hand. Finding description near comfort compared to Harrisons often pinching ones. “We have the same interest in distruction i guess. A great women!” She agreed, starting a wide circling around this new Megs. Not because she thought she see what he hid, even if a wish, but to test how close she be allowed. Twirling bomb stick playfull in her hand.

“Theres a certain difference between explotions and fire though” She add dreamy. “Noicy, leave little trace if wished, can be sooo soo pretty. Oh, not to miss.” Turn on her heel pinks slimming dangerusly gentle on Megs. “Everything can burst into pease’s~

Folks less amusing alive and action not staining my family I’ll have my work cut out testing this power daily on people~” She sang, studying him close.

He shifted into a more defensive stance, that stick could be very dangerous even without her powers. Syx was well used to uneven fights. Prison yard battles and getting beyond bloody. Fighting dirty and doing anything to win.

Gritting his teeth be dropped the vast majority of his super villain act. She was too dangerous for games. His eyes tracked her, ready to react the moment he sensed an attack. He’d let her get close, close enough to gut punch her with his gun if needed. So she couldn’t dodge. So she’d lose the advantage of her staff.

“You’re a dangerous thing Explosive Existence,” his green eyes narrowed, “But we’re all monsters here,” his voice low in threat. 

It’s alright
You’ll be fine
Baby, I’m in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I’m the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I’m a work ya ‘til your totally blown

No escaping when I start
Once I’m in I own your heart
There’s no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it’s over

Do you like what you see?
Woah
Let me entertain ya ’till you scream

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