Anna had been there for Syx every step of the way through the entire adventure of him trying to get over the heartbreak of Metro Man. It had been an interesting journey of healing, one Anna refused to let him do alone. She gently coaxed him to tell her what it was that happened, and once he got it out? She did anything she could to make it clear to him that she loved him with all her heart.
She was glad for Minion’s help as well, helping the fish as well to make sure that he wasn’t overwhelmed with everything. All through it, Anna found that it helped her find herself, as well. She felt as if she had settled more firmly into her own skin with all the things that happened.. and while she was far from an angry woman. What Metro Man had done to her mate wasn’t something she would easily forget. She kept that part of it to herself.
She was walking around the lair in her typical skimpy clothing, the fabric hanging off breasts in a manner that made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Why should she when she was at home?
She froze when the sound of an alert sounded, turning and trotting her way to the computer screens on light feet, seeing a woman standing before the secret entrance. She frowned deeply, though she wasn’t worried. Not truly. It was a secret entrance for a reason, afterall.
Roxanne walked the perimeter of the building. She had to correct herself as she looked it over. It didn’t just say go away in English, it said it in Spanish as well. She didn’t know any of the other languages, but she was beginning to suspect the blue villain had written the same phrases in every language he knew on the building. It was rather an obvious giveaway. As much as the complete lack of police reports or electricity usage. Signs of very obvious record tampering, the lack of any info standing out like a neon sign.
Not seeing a clear entrance, Roxanne suddenly froze. Complete lack! Like the records and the invisible car. He always tries to just make things disappear. She looked over the wall again, with greater scrutiny. There wasn’t a single entrance to the building save a rusted out fire exit. Every building had entrances and a large warehouse like this should have several including large doors to get trucks in and out of.
As she ran her fingers along the brickwork, she gave herself a quite pat on the back as the texture changed. The wall gave a slight glimmering ripple around her fingers, one she’d gotten used to seeing with the invisible car. That didn’t tell her how to get in, but he definitely had the right place! Closing her eyes to block out the confusing visual input, she felt out for any sort of catch or mechanism to open the hidden door.
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Accepting the donuts, Roxanne took a cinnamon sugar one and put the bag back, “She works for my station, but I’ve never seen her accept on the broadcasts… There are really that many blue men in the city? My research hadn’t turned up nearly so many,” she frowned, having estimated about half that number, “So, you really are Megamind? Or a version of Megamind?” she had to cringe a bit at herself, “I can tell you’re not based on your walk and speech pattern, but you look remarkably similar. I was really hoping that wasn’t just unconscious racism.”
“I would say that Megamind is a version of me,” Harrison replied arrogantly. “But it’s clear we are connected. I’ve done genetic tests and I share at least an 83% similarity with every blue man I’ve tested. It’s not enough to be twins, but more than the average sibling. Accounting for those genetic differences in personality and temperament, plus the differences in upbringing, yes, we all seem to be versions of each other pulled here from across dimensions. Welcome to Metro City. Cheers.” He taps his donut against hers before taking a big bite.
Roxanne mulled over the new information as Harrison knocked their donuts together, belatedly echoing, “Cheers.”
Munching on her donut, she wiped the sugar from her lip, thankful for her smudge-proof lipstick, “So this has been going on for a while if you’ve had time to get used to it and do genetic testing. How long? I just don’t understand how this isn’t huge national news! I would’ve thought there would have been national coverage or… something!”
She waved her hand about as she looked over the man beside her. It was strangely easy to talk to him, she suspected it was because despite the differences he did remind her of Megamind. Only a nonvillainous one, which if anything only made it easier.
“It’s all made me feel a little nuts,” she lamented, “…especially with how strange Megamind and Wayne have both been acting.”
“I really have nowhere to go from that… but! As you say, I should know who you are instead of comparing you to your dimensional counterparts. Very well,”
“Perhaps some sort of peace offering is in order? A breaking of bread. If Italian is suitable, there is an available restaurant that might serve as at least semi-neutral territory.”
“ ‘Fraid I have’ta pass on tha’.”
“Truly your loss, my Uncle makes the best tiramisu in the city.”
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