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Syx shook his head, “This is just getting trippy now,” he waved his hand around, “This could easily be one of my Evil Lairs over the years. Hell parts of it look identical,” he looked at his counterpart, “How is this,” he waved between himself and her, “Even possible?”

“That I’m still working to figure out.” With everything else, however, that particular project didn’t get as much focus as it should have and Megamind knew it. “From what I do know, however, part of it is related to multiverse theory.”

Syx crossed his arms looking around then back at her, “So you really are me then? Or a version of me?” he frowned, “I want to ask for proof but I suppose I’m standing in it…” he sighed then bit his lip, “Does that mean you have a Metro Man and a Roxanne too? Or…” he looked at his very obviously female counterpart, “Are they not the same?” how much did his life differ from the woman before him.

“Yes, I am.” Whether he wanted to hear that or not, from what Megamind had found it was true. “And naturally, of course. They’re both as you remember them.” For the most part; the differences between her Roxanne and his were likely rather obvious.

Syx wandered over to find something to sit on and rubbed at his face, suddenly exhausted. He summed up, “So you’re me. There are more then one Wayne Scott and Roxanne Ritchi now. There is a multi-verse thing going on. But wait! There must be more then just the two of us because I’m surprised and you’re not. You’ve done this before, correct? Of course I am. Dear Evil God! This is going to be a nightmare,” he grimaced, “I’ll have to warn Wayne about this too. The bumbling idiots bound to blunder into something and make a mess of it,” as much as he chided the hero, Metro Man wasn’t actually stupid, but he also wasn’t likely to ask as many questions as Syx was.

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YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”

It was neat that he brought his umbrella along with him on his stroll just in case, suspecting the bright day wouldn’t last very long. The rain came in and it was his queue to crank open up his umbrella and raise it above him so it now kept him safe from becoming soaked. And the man now next to him. Since he slid towards and made sure he was covered from the displeasing weather. He responded to his thanks with a kind smile. And walked along with him. “Not a problem.”

Syx whipped a bit of the water from his face, he was soaked through. His leather jacket only having done so much to block the downpour. He eyed the strange man, not really sure about him. Syx kept his shoulders back, in a confident self-assured pose. He wanted to ask about who and what the strange man was, after rejecting several approaches he settled on, “So who are you anyway?”

His smile faded a bit but still showed that he was content with the other alien beside him, kicking the puddles they passed and kept his gaze in front of them as they walked. “Ooooh I’m just…a newcomer to the city exploring around. It is surely gorgeous here.” He answered following with a chuckle. “But i defenintely know who you are. And well…it’s strange, but nice to meet you.” He said now looking at him with a bright smile returning.

Syx gave him a look, “There aren’t very many people how would be,” he frowned not sure what part of the game this man would be on or if he was neutral, “And it’s not gorgeous, Metrocity is full of coruption and rot,” there were some beautiful parts, some people that shone like beacons, but most days it was hard to see it.

“Ohh..well that also makes the city extremely interesting doesn’t it? Not so one dimensional.” He beamed. “Back where I lived not much events went on, you know, but everything here always seems..so coated with excitement and adventure!” At the moment, loud thunder roared from the sky startling him a bit. In his own head, he saw it as his point being proved. “I hope the rain doesn’t become any heavier though.” He admitted.

Syx cocked his head to the side, curiosity growing, “It’s Michigan, hard to say what it’ll decide to do,” he’d lived on the streets long enough in his youth to know just how cruel Michigan could be, “What was the place you came from like? Where did you come from?”

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.

The little bot bounced and bobbled and flew back to Syx, the blue alien trailing his fingers over the long ribbons, “I built it, yes.”

Now that he had the man’s attention he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. This whole going out at meeting people thing was horribly awkward. Still. things were changing. He’d dressed down in just his studded biker leather and tall boots. His blue skin no longer was the oddity it once had been so he’d forgone any kind of disguise generator.

“Very impressive. Never saw an artefact like this. Excuse my ignorance, I barely move from laptops and cellphones. What is it? Does it has any special use besides look pretty.” Zagam whle ask took a nice look of the blue man, mostly for like the leather attire and black boots. Pretty style for a slim man-

“Mostly it’s a toy,” Syx reached out and grabbed the small bot, it tucked itself into a ball about the size of a softball. Syx threw it as hard and fast as he could into the air. The ribbons trailing behind like a comment’s tail. At the top of the arc, the bot unfolded and spun gracefully down. Fluttering around in enjoyment of the game. As it descended it spit out sparks and did a little light show, “So mostly just pretty, yes.”

Zagam observed with attention his eyes behind the ball, following without problem, chuckling he denied with the head and smiled back to the blue man. “So, you like to play with toys” it was not a question, zagam arched his eyebrow and smiled broadly at him.-

“Are you part of the artists here or you just pass by to show you have better creations?” his honest question and calm tone made notice he was asking seriously.

Syx blushed at that, “I would call them toys but I doubt the city does,” he looked out around them, it still made him nervous being out without being disguised. He was twitching to turn his watch on, not that anyone seemed to care about him being blue, “Normally the things I make are… on a much grandeur scale,” he did like showing off though, lived for it really.

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“Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Mater of ALL Villainy!” Megamind mocked just out of spite. His games were silly. He actually made a point of making them as ridiculous as possible. It was all about the presentation and he adored the inside joke of it all. Challenging people to take his fire-breathing mechanical pony seriously. Being over the top and ridiculous was tremendous fun.

Annoyed both Al’s feathered ear and the pointy one lowered to the sides.
“I see you leave me no choice Meg’s little.” Alixon informed, smirking and raised her hand threatening toward Megs face about to grab his sniffer. Close enough one could feel the growing smell of blast powder on Alixon’s skin.
“Light in the hole’s~” She sang convincing.

“Ahahaha no no no,” Megamind danced back, his degun appearing in his hand in a swift motion, “Let’s not do anything stupid shall we?”

He truly hated fighting the unknowns. Especially as she seemed to know him or a version of him. This wasn’t a fight to take chances in.

Megamind dancing back Alixon gently pulled back her hand again laughing behind her grinning teeth, up to spotting the recognicable glimps of a Megs deegun. Breath freezing momentarily and pupils retracted the bombers powers abruptly bursting out instinctly. First catching hold of the guns mechanism who poped into smoke, and then the pipe mantel flew off.

Starring afterwards embarassed on him the blue women glares to the side, straightening posture. “Haha- yeah!
Who wants to be stupid on the first encounter.” Fuck.

Megamind stared in horror as his gun parts blew off. That had never happen before, her powers something he’d yet to encounter. Gaping he glared up at her, “The FUCK?!”

Syx completely lost his character, his villainous role dropping as he swore. He tried so hard to keep his foul prison mouth from creeping into his presentation as Megamind, but in his shock the words had slipped out. Taking a breath Syx eyed her with a new respect, trying to form a game plan. Struggling to regain his role Megamind spat out, “You don’t play nice do you?”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively. He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head. “What do you mean by ‘it’? The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

Harrison isn’t following, but he doesn’t think that matters. He knows what its like when his own massive mind shuts down, and he’s willing to bet Syx is crashing. Now isn’t the time to offer solutions, now is just time to listen and give the other blue man some much-needed affection.

Harrison continues to caress the other blue man lazily across his back, neck, and head. “You deserve nice things,” is all he says as he does his best to lull his companion to sleep.

Syx snuggled against his bed mate with a sigh, “Don’t… not really,” he was quite nearly asleep, “I’m a monster,” even if he sometimes regretted the path in life that was his destiny, it was still a choice he made and he’d do it again.

Harrison’s heart goes out to the blue man in his arms. “You’re not a monster,” he says fiercely, holding him tighter. No matter what villainous things Syx has done, he can’t see him as a monster. “You’re complex even by the standards of blue men, but not a monster. Just a man. And a good one, I think.”

Syx let out a shaky breath welcoming the strength of the blue arms around him. He could feel and smell Harrison. It let him trust those words far more then he would have from many others. Never able to accept good as a word to describe himself he at least relaxed enough to allow that he could have this. This touch and warmth. This love. From Harrison and the others that were in his life now. He tried anyway. With a soft voice and mind drifting to sleep he whispered, “I don’t want to dream.”

Harrison continued his gentle caresses as Syx seemed to slip closer and closer to sleep. That’s good. It’s clearly what he needs.

“It’s okay,” Harrison replied in his most soothing voice, the one he uses when Devin is frightened and unsure. “With our brilliant minds together, we’ll make beautiful dreams.”

Syx gave a soft sound between a hum and a sigh. He was nearly gone, mind drifting. The scent of Harrison causing his mind to wander to pleasant memories as he drifted off. He shifted, wrapping his arms more securely around his companion as sleep overcame him.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him. He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder. The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles. “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed. Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.” He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally. He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively. He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head. “What do you mean by ‘it’? The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

Harrison isn’t following, but he doesn’t think that matters. He knows what its like when his own massive mind shuts down, and he’s willing to bet Syx is crashing. Now isn’t the time to offer solutions, now is just time to listen and give the other blue man some much-needed affection.

Harrison continues to caress the other blue man lazily across his back, neck, and head. “You deserve nice things,” is all he says as he does his best to lull his companion to sleep.

Syx snuggled against his bed mate with a sigh, “Don’t… not really,” he was quite nearly asleep, “I’m a monster,” even if he sometimes regretted the path in life that was his destiny, it was still a choice he made and he’d do it again.

Harrison’s heart goes out to the blue man in his arms. “You’re not a monster,” he says fiercely, holding him tighter. No matter what villainous things Syx has done, he can’t see him as a monster. “You’re complex even by the standards of blue men, but not a monster. Just a man. And a good one, I think.”

Syx let out a shaky breath welcoming the strength of the blue arms around him. He could feel and smell Harrison. It let him trust those words far more then he would have from many others. Never able to accept good as a word to describe himself he at least relaxed enough to allow that he could have this. This touch and warmth. This love. From Harrison and the others that were in his life now. He tried anyway. With a soft voice and mind drifting to sleep he whispered, “I don’t want to dream.”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him. He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder. The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles. “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed. Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.” He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally. He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively. He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head. “What do you mean by ‘it’? The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”

Harrison isn’t following, but he doesn’t think that matters. He knows what its like when his own massive mind shuts down, and he’s willing to bet Syx is crashing. Now isn’t the time to offer solutions, now is just time to listen and give the other blue man some much-needed affection.

Harrison continues to caress the other blue man lazily across his back, neck, and head. “You deserve nice things,” is all he says as he does his best to lull his companion to sleep.

Syx snuggled against his bed mate with a sigh, “Don’t… not really,” he was quite nearly asleep, “I’m a monster,” even if he sometimes regretted the path in life that was his destiny, it was still a choice he made and he’d do it again.

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“I’m not one hundred percent sure about this…”

Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.

“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.

The questions followed in their wake.

“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?”
“Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?”
“Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?”
“How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”

“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”

“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.

Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”

“Oh you villains,” Harrison replied, reaching up to straighten Syx’s tie with a mischievous grin. They’re about to walk into a room full of Metro City’s rich and powerful, and he wants the other blue man to look perfect. “So predictable.”

“Are you sure I look okay?” Syx fretted and grinned nervously, “I still have no idea what to say to these people.”

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“You’ll start with hello and go from there. You don’t even need to say that much, trust me, these people love to talk about themselves,” Harrison said, leaning in to give Syx a quick peck on the cheek. Then he took his hand and walked into the black tie gala with the villain in tow.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in. It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on. For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable. “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him. He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder. The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles. “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed. Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.” He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally. He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

Harrison smiled as Syx pulled him close possessively. He didn’t mind Syx thinking of him that way at all and he responded by nuzzling his nose into the top of the other man’s head. “What do you mean by ‘it’? The whole heroes and villains game?”

Groggily Syx took a while to respond, “Yeah… doesn’t make sense if we’re dating…” he yawned, “But can really stop or go public. Ruin everything,” his tired mind bouncing between topics confusingly, “This is nice. Really nice.”