Roxanne gave a bright laugh, very relaxed around this person who was a total stranger but very familiar despite herself. Her fingers ran over her mic absently as her lips curled into a warm smile, “I do have to say, skipping the ropes was lovely.”
“Oh right, duh,” she chuckled, scoffing at herself. The post-heroic interview. Her cameraman sighed ‘finally’ under his breath. Straightening her shoulders, Roxanne turned to the camera and waited for her cue, “With me is Metro City’s defender, Megamind, who has once again saved our fair city from disaster at the hands the latest round of super powered ruffians.”
She turned back to the heroine, “Megamind, do you think we’ll be seeing more of their like in the future? Should the citizens of Metro City be prepared to see them roaming the streets once more?” Roxanne raised a thin brow, the revolving door of the prison system being an unfortunate reality in the city.
“I imagine it was.” Just based on what she’d heard from the Roxanne she knew, Megamind could guess easily at what a change in pace it was.
Hearing that finally, though, she directs a look of questioning amusement toward the cameraman before returning her attention to this Roxanne. Settling back into her public persona now in order to answer the expected questions.
“If we’re lucky, most likely not.” Though like Roxanne she had some doubts as to how long they would be off the streets. But in the case of them returning, she’d still be here. “If they are, it wont be for long!”
“And I’m sure all of Metro City is as relieved as I am to hear that,” Roxanne smiled sweetly, “With heroes like Megamind here to keep our streets safe, we can all rest easy.”
When she was given the wrap-up signal from the camera man, Roxanne gestured to the site of the battle, “This has been Roxanne Ritchi with Channel 8, live on site of Megamind’s latest victory where cleanup is already underway. When it explodes, where here to give you the scoop.”
Once the camera was off, Roxanne sagged, “That was cheesy, tell me it wasn’t as bad as it sounded?” her eyes wandered back to Megamind, it had been… strange and unnatural to call Megamind the victor and heroic… but really nice too. It felt… right.
Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.
The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.
Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.”
He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting.
“Would not ha’e let be overwize.” He sounds proud over the comment, more focus paid the water now that they were close enough for that. Small areas, at least, he could keep relatively clean.
Azlariel turns just enough to see the other alien. “Ha’e not zeen be’ore?”
“Oh I don’t tend to get out much just to explore,” Minion shrugged, “I did more of that when I was little, but it was mostly in the city. The lake is nice, when I have the free time,” which wasn’t very often. He always found himself with something he needed to do for his Sir… and now Anna as well. It left a fond smile on this toothy face.
❝ I know, Belle. ❞ He grumbled, a cloth being held to his face to stop both the swelling and the bleeding. He hadn’t intended to run his bike into that car –– though in reality it was a stupid idea to try and make that red light. Nothing was broken, just a nasty scraped face that he wasn’t looking forward to showing his fathers yet. He didn’t hesitate to call his friend first, and see if she could take him home. Of course she decided the hospital was best.
❝ Well I’m not dead so can we just go home? I hate hospitals. ❞
“Okay, but if your face falls off, it’s not my fault. You look like hamburger,” she looks away from his bloody face, chewing her lip and trying to keep the tone light so she doesn’t freeze up, “Actually that makes me hungry. Come on daredevil, home we go.”
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