Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”
Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.
“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”
“Vink zo?” Interesting, hearing that from someone he wasn’t familiar with, but in this case Azlariel supposed it made sense.
Which most of that speech, in his opinion, didn’t entirely, but he was able to keep up with it, mulling the information over while answering. “Azlariel.” he answers shortly, taking a chance to carefully examine the stranger. “Hench-‘izh?” is his question after that, trying his best to pronounce the term correctly.
“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
“Hey!” Bluebell shouted, watching the dragon try and escape. Freeing her de-gun in a smooth motion she pointed it at the fleeing dragon, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s bad for your health to say no to a super villain?”
She put on her Megamind voice, giving him a good evil laugh as she squeezed the trigger on the dehydration setting to turn him into a little blue cube.
He wanted to shout back at her that technically speaking his mother was kinda super villain so her statement was invalid, but then he got turned into a blue cube. That was startling!
The little cube clinked over the pavement, bouncing a bit before settling down for a second and then… with burst of white light Sator was free out of it! He shook his head and bared his teeth at Bluebell. “She sure told me what to do with crazy hoots like you!” he growled inhaling deeply into his lungs and sending a gust of wind at her.
“What?” Bell balked as the dragon reappeared from the cube, “That’s cheating!” though she didn’t get long to protest before the wind hit her. Tumbling over and fighting for balance, she tumbled end over end before getting into a crouch braced against the wind long enough to fire off another shot.
Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home.
She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere.
When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”
“Hey, love,” she greeted, “Its Emma. Can you please be a bit clearer where the party was?” She prompted, her worry leaking into her voice
“And I’m double o six,” Syx laughed stupidly, “Woodridge, Anthony Woodridge. Yes… you can ride my wood, ladies,” his attempt at drunken seduction ended in a fix if giggles, “Fuck Em. Was Uncle Freddy’s kid Tom’s party. At his house. I… I rode my scooter there? I don’t know where my scooter is Em!”
Standing again and swaying on his feet, Syx looked both ways as if his scooter or the house would be visible. Neither were. Distressed, he continued, “Uhhhhh which way did I come from?”
Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”
“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”
The child hugged his waist and looked up at him with those big eyes. “Are you a super hero?”
Megamind blinked at her, “Did… did you not catch the Master of Villainy part of the title?”
Grumbling to himself about the idiots plaguing him in this city and the horrible sheeple that refuse to even begin to make sense, Syx sat on a fire escape smoking. Now with Anna in the lair, he was more embarrassed about his bad habit before. Even before he never smoked in the Evil Lair, just to avoid Minion’s nagging.
“That’s a bad habit you know~” Came a female voice from somewhere above. Before Syx could look up, a very large woman in something only a female Metro Man would/could wear and pull the look off, touched down beside him and sat down heavily with a sigh, legs stretched out and a slight lean back.
“That said, can I bum a ciggy?” She asks with a very Metro Man-like grin.
Jaw going slack as the hugely intimidating woman sunk down next to him, Syx stared openly. Green eyes bulging wide he looked her up and down, the cigarette nearly falling from his mouth, “You’re HUGE!”
Staggering up to his feet from his slouched position, he glossed over everything she said, waving off her smoking comment. He could hardly focus on something so trivial. Cigarette in hand he waved it about as he gestured at her, “Wonder Woman eat her socks off! Just look at you!”
“Ok, ok, simmer down there fella,” Nath couldn’t help the soft smirk that crept in at that wink the other gave him. He was certainly different than the other he’d met. This one was younger still if his guess was right, “What makes you the coolest then?”
“Duh. My radical personality, right?” Wayne keeps grinning before laughing and shaking his head.
“ That and i’m fairly younger than all the other version of me i’ve met. That automatically makes me cooler.” Wayne says matter-of-factly and leans his hips gently against the pole by the display they were at.
Raising both eyebrows, Nath snorted, “No, I’m pretty sure that just makes you the whippersnapper, freckles.”
His lip twitching as he tried to restrain a full grin, he reached out and poked Wayne’s nose.
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