“I- really?” Roxanne shook her head, short hair fluttering around her, “Of course, I’d love to.”
There was no way in hell that she’d pass up the opportunity to get the inside scoop on Megamind’s Evil Lair and surprising unknown details of his life. A girlfriend, Roxanne still couldn’t believe it. Her brain buzzing with questions, she hardly noticed the lack of clothing on the gorgeous dark-skinned woman before her. Nearly not noticed. That… might prove a distraction for this interview that was a bit more than Roxanne was used to. But she’d done it before and could again. She would never let the attractiveness of an interviewee get between herself and a scoop.
“So how long have you and Megamind been dating?” Roxanne’s head swiveled around to take in everything about the Lair, “Are you the reason for his decreased criminal activity of late?”
Anna was very aware that something like this could potentially go badly, but she couldn’t figure out just why she could turn this woman away when the bots so obviously were commanded to not harm her. She wanted to know more about this Roxanne, her curiosity allowing her to lead the lighter woman deeper into the lair. She didn’t even think of how her body moved, hips swaying from side to side as she looked over towards Roxanne, smiling a slight, small smile as the questions were rattled off.
“I can’t say if I’m the reason he stopped his criminal activity or not.. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’m not really the proper person to ask such a question to, am I?” she mused, her smile growing as she teased the woman she was leading deeper into the lair. “We have been together for…” She trailed off, considering the question that was posed.
“…I’m not so sure. Time passes so oddly, its hard to say. I’d have to ask Syx,” she mused, shrugging her shoulders, turning to walk into the area designated to be the kitchen.
Roxanne’s face contorted a bit as her questions were given the runaround, but she really wasn’t surprised. She could never get a straight answer out of the blue alien so she wasn’t sure why she would expect different for his associates. Minion was the easiest by far to weasel info out of.
“Well, you are the only one here,” Roxanne popped her own hip in response. Megamind so often called her a temptress… but with the way this villainess? moved was positively seductive. Roxanne had to tear her eyes off the woman’s ass, luckily seeing the secrets of the Lair was a good distraction.
“Huh… I sort of expected more blinky dials,” somehow she wasn’t shocked by the spikes on the toaster… but the kitchen was also so much more mundane than she expected of Megamind.
The last statement had her turning back to face her…host.. with questioning blue eyes. There were even more people living with Megamind now? “Six? Who?”
#782 bobbed up and down, bowging at the bots that were treating it like an intruder. It recognized that they weren’t his group, but also struggled to recognize fully why he was not allowed to complete his mission in finding ‘not-Daddy-female’. Luckily his target came to him.
He dipped down before Girly and because Syx wasn’t 100% sure if his and Girly’s tech would be totally compatible, the bot started playing a brief video recording. The screen appeared projected on a nearby box.
“Greetings hero! I, Megamind, humbly offer a parley over… MINION, what time is it? Lunch? I guess lunch, to you, Megamind. That still sounds weird. Anyway! The point is that I’m in need of a new heroic nemesis and I’m taking auditions? That really doesn’t sound right but that what this is. I really feel I’m far too sophisticated in my game to accept any newbie hero off the street and as you are one well familiar with the game, I’m extending an invitation to you as well. I eagerly await your response, ciao ciao.”
As soon as the projection starts playing, Megamind is paying careful attention to it. The offer itself intriguing, and one that brings a slow smile to her face. Turning to the Brainbot again after, that same smile is still apparent.
“Let him know the invitation is accepted,” she responds, waiting for the ‘bot to dip in a nod. “And to name a place that would be neutral ground.” Hopefully one that would be satisfying to both of them.
Just what this would result in she anticipated finding out, more so for the chance to match off against someone with a similar thought pattern. How those staged fights would go was for now an unknown. One Megamind was looking forward to turning into a known.
Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot.
Whichever you prefer: 1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code 2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room 3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks
Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.
With your RP partner(s), your guildmate(s), or even acquaintances in random RP/scenes you’ve never met before! You prefer to talk OOC to establish a dialogue, a conversation, and who knows? Maybe even friendship and adventures!
“I still have some of the sunfish I cooked for you, but he may like uncooked better,” Minion mused. Seeing the little guy staring up at him, the hench-fish moved closer and knelt. He offered his arms but didn’t make any move to grab or pick up. He didn’t want to startle the little guy with unwanted touch, especially if his skin turned out to be a sensitive as Minion’s scales. He flashed a bright friendly smile filled with teeth, “Why hello there.”
“Didn’t we get a bunch of those little fishy fish things that you put in a tank,” Syx gestured around forgetting the name of the type, “he could have some of those.”
Minion cringed sheepishly, “I got hungry.”
As soon as he can, the little alien reaches up to place both hands on the side of Minion’s tank. Carefully, as if he was on the edge of bolting still, and the feel of the glass has him giving a brief flash of teeth in frustration. Not used to something being between him and what was obviously water.
Trilling another question, his focus flickers away toward Syx again, solid black eyes focusing on the teenager.
“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”
Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”
He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”
“I’d like to know more about the city, your experience in it,” she waved a hand, she wouldn’t be able to use it in a piece but this would be far more engaging mentally than the puff pieces she’d been assigned lately.
“About your childhood and so forth. My main experiences with Megamind were as an adult and in that kidnapping chair,” she put her hand on her hip, “I want to learn about the other side, the other possibilities. What do they call it? Mirror-verse? String theory?” she fluttered a hand not sure which thing it should be called without referencing notes.
“Sorry, if that seems a bit too self-interested,” she ducked her head and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, “My life has revolved around Megamind for nearly a decade… and now… I’m just realizing how much I don’t know.”
“Um, okay?” Why she was being asked this by someone who was obviously older than Lucy was the teenager didn’t know. Still used to people she didn’t know dismissing her because of her age.
“It, um- that’s okay.” Even if it sounded weird to her that Roxanne had for the most part little else going on for that long, keeping a wary eye on the brunette. “Should probably find a place that’s, um, better to talk in, right?”
“Oh of course, I was on my way to the library but they generally frown on talking. Coffee?” she registered Lucy’s age and reoffered, “Cocoa or tea? There are plenty of quiet little places around here.”
Coffee was an adult drink, wasn’t it? Though the reporter had started drinking it with her dad when she was 14. Back when finding the truth was the only thing that mattered and they’d stay up all night chasing leads. Which is rather what was driving Roxanne of late. The need to understand the city she was in now, to piece everything together. Her work was suffering for it… but she couldn’t bring herself to care about any of those trivial news pieces or the latest round of the same political garbage when a true Earth shaking mystery lay before her.
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