“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 hummed in thought as he looked around them, “Well hardly any point in this now,” he spun the watch and revealed his true appearance again, “And no, I don’t really trust you. We’ve only just met. I’d be a fool to trust you so easily.”
Still, he moved a bit closer to the devil. He didn’t have the same trust that Zagam did that the cops wouldn’t just open fire when they showed up, “If I’m Dorthy, what does that make you? Glinda?”
“I’m the always happy Toto, you can pet me anytime” he teased and kept walking, enjoying now the blue man appearance. “See, now they will see a Megamind and they will not shot us. Assuming you are with Mr. Drake and u are another millionaire with taste for suits.
Syx rubbed his hands over his face, “I highly doubt that’s what they will think. Metrocity’s cops in my experience are horrible racists.”
This whole situation was to beyond his control and it was getting horribly stressful. Syx preferred to go into the unknown armed to the teeth. As it was he was twitchy, every shout or scream hand his hand resting on the handle of his de-gun.
Trying to keep a calm outward demeanor, Syx eyed the odd man beside him, getting used to the changed appearance, “Toto, is it? I am rather fond of dogs and those horns could hardly be more dangerous than petting my brain bots’ around their spikes.”
He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.
Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.
WHAT?!
Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.
“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 hesitated, batting his side for his de-gun to assure himself, “Metro Man might show up first but the cops always come afterward. I really have no intention of going to jail today. I have plans.”
Moving along beside Zagam, he continued, “I normally don’t go into a fight with Metro Man unless I’m prepared. I’m hardly a match for him without my tech,” he admitted as he waved a hand at all the destroyed robots on display, “Even the idiot cops I won’t fight without backup. That’s why I built so many bots. One on one? I’ll win easily. I can’t fight even five at once, though. I’m not super human, just intelligent.”
And part of being smart was knowing when to run away.
“I’m correct in guessing those are limitations that a leader of hell armies doesn’t have when faced with normal humans?” the blue man surmised, “If you get me arrested for your amusement, I won’t forgive you,” he warned.
“please! and stop a handsome officer to check me all.” he smiled playfully but kicked the smile. “Don0t be so dramatic. The police would run away just to see me. and you are with me now. Are you really thinking I’m leaving you all alone and without protection? Please!. I am a devil but not that vain.” he pouts at Syx and moved his hand away after the blue alien rejected it.
“Or we can fly away. easy. Don’t get me wrong. I love how you plan everything, but Dear Dorothy, this is not Kansas anymore. You will survive. Trust me”
Syx hummed in thought as he looked around them, “Well hardly any point in this now,” he spun the watch and revealed his true appearance again, “And no, I don’t really trust you. We’ve only just met. I’d be a fool to trust you so easily.”
Still, he moved a bit closer to the devil. He didn’t have the same trust that Zagam did that the cops wouldn’t just open fire when they showed up, “If I’m Dorthy, what does that make you? Glinda?”
“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 lost his breath as Zagam changed before him, green eyes growing wide. He couldn’t help the touch of fear that laced through him at the claws so near his throat. He tried to take everything in without moving his eyes too much, unblinking as he locked eyes with the devil.
As Zagam stepped back, Syx licked his dry lips, “Wings? So you can fly then?” shoulders back he masked his uncertainty and fear at what he’d gotten himself into, “I see what you mean about seamless transformation.”
He looked around them for the reaction of the idiot sheeple of the city, it was strange to him to not be the focus of the hushed gasps and stares as they tried to work out an appropriate reaction to what they’d seen. He was fairly certain the screaming would start soon.
“Well if we want to avoid Metro Man,” Syx cringed, “We’d best be leaving now.”
“Avoid Metro man? Why? “ he bats his eyelashes at Syx. “He is a busy man and won’t doubt in dismissing the call for help when the creature in the museum is a familiar face. I know him. “ he waved a hand like if it was a silly idea run away just for some surprised face. Zagam glared at the humans and with the tip of his fingers throw kisses of air to them. “Hi pretties” The devil winked and continued his walk along the long halls of the Museum.
“I mentioned I know Harrison and also Wayne. So ignore them. They will get bored soon or late.” he raised his hand toward Syx, silky smile, inviting him to join him to see the rest.
Syx hesitated, batting his side for his de-gun to assure himself, “Metro Man might show up first but the cops always come afterward. I really have no intention of going to jail today. I have plans.”
Moving along beside Zagam, he continued, “I normally don’t go into a fight with Metro Man unless I’m prepared. I’m hardly a match for him without my tech,” he admitted as he waved a hand at all the destroyed robots on display, “Even the idiot cops I won’t fight without backup. That’s why I built so many bots. One on one? I’ll win easily. I can’t fight even five at once, though. I’m not super human, just intelligent.”
And part of being smart was knowing when to run away.
“I’m correct in guessing those are limitations that a leader of hell armies doesn’t have when faced with normal humans?” the blue man surmised, “If you get me arrested for your amusement, I won’t forgive you,” he warned.
“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.
“Hmmm… no, but then most people look to my sugar intake the same way they’d look at adding salt to strange things,” Syx shrugged.
Walking to the next part of the exhibit. It featured a large statue of Metro Man holding him up by the neck. The blue man cringed at the sight of it. Returning to the earlier part of the conversation he tipped his head, “What sort of parts do you have that don’t fit into standard clothing? Are you… like a werewolf or something? Or… wait you said devil. You don’t mean the whole hoofed foot thing is right, do you? I always figured that was as fictitious as unicorns.”
Zagam breaks in a burst of laugh. After the moment of silence, he thought Syx was not gonna ask about his real shape again. But it seems he was wrong. “Can’t distract a cerebral mind. can’t I?” he teases, smiling mischief at him. “That curious you are, my little blue man?” – He smiles broadly and approaches at him with elegant steps until he was to just one of distance. Hand up to lay under the alien chin, now in a pitch black tone, with long sharp claws as nails. A black veil began to raise behind his back, stretching to both sides with dark feathers. His wings raised high and descended until touched the floor, joining to his tail that waved from left to right with amusement. “Careful with what you ask to a devil. We are not cheap and any request could come with an extra bill” – The devil of red eyes grinned and soon his goat twisted horns came out from both sides of his head. “I owe you the goat legs, Sweety. I really like this pants. I will show you when I’m more free and maybe in private” he steps back and winks at him.
Syx lost his breath as Zagam changed before him, green eyes growing wide. He couldn’t help the touch of fear that laced through him at the claws so near his throat. He tried to take everything in without moving his eyes too much, unblinking as he locked eyes with the devil.
As Zagam stepped back, Syx licked his dry lips, “Wings? So you can fly then?” shoulders back he masked his uncertainty and fear at what he’d gotten himself into, “I see what you mean about seamless transformation.”
He looked around them for the reaction of the idiot sheeple of the city, it was strange to him to not be the focus of the hushed gasps and stares as they tried to work out an appropriate reaction to what they’d seen. He was fairly certain the screaming would start soon.
“Well if we want to avoid Metro Man,” Syx cringed, “We’d best be leaving now.”
“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.
“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”
“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”
“Yes. human clothes don’t fit me well and the idea of walk exposed doesn’t fall into the mortal daily routine. They are a little picky when their eyes lay on you.” His lips formed a delicate grin, that could be more taken as a tease. “And no illusions, no. it works…..shapeshifting? my skin shape changes so fast that it’s almost imperceptible to the human eye.” Zagam shrugs, unable to form a more scientist explanation to describe the devils abilities.
“Haha, a spoon during the cooking. that’s just to help the ingredients to merge. Nothing has to do with chance the flavor of the cream into a salty cream. Would you add salt to your ice cream after served or salt to a simple coffee? “ he tilts his head aside to the question, fixing his eyes on Syx’s-
“Hmmm… no, but then most people look to my sugar intake the same way they’d look at adding salt to strange things,” Syx shrugged.
Walking to the next part of the exhibit. It featured a large statue of Metro Man holding him up by the neck. The blue man cringed at the sight of it. Returning to the earlier part of the conversation he tipped his head, “What sort of parts do you have that don’t fit into standard clothing? Are you… like a werewolf or something? Or… wait you said devil. You don’t mean the whole hoofed foot thing is right, do you? I always figured that was as fictitious as unicorns.”
Anna gasped softly when she saw the roses at the table, her eyes widening. Her expression grew considerably more gentle as she let her fingers ghost along the beautiful pedals, though her eyes had fallen to the blue one in the middle.
A small smile graced her features, reaching to pluck the flower from the middle, her smile growing before she went to the scissors, cutting the stem so it was shorter before placing it in her hair, wanting it to be closer to her than the rest.
When Syx saw the flower in her hair he grinned, reaching up to brush his fingers over the silk flower, “Blue is for impossible and fantastic beyond belief,” he explained, “Because there is no such thing as a blue rose in nature,” his fingers dropped to trace the line of her jaw, “As impossible as a blue man on an alien planet. As impossible as my tiger, so perfect and strange in all the best ways,” his lips found hers, soft and sweet, “I love you.”
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