Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”
“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”
“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.
Harrison sat quietly listening. Syx’s reasons seem to make a whole lot more sense than his Megamind’s frankly. His husband’s nemesis seemed somewhat perpetually stuck in the yin and yang stage.
“I get the anger,” he confessed to his dining companion as the waiter removed their empty plates. “I think part of the reason I was so determined with my inventions in the beginning was to prove people wrong when they thought I was some amalgamation of ‘scary alien’ stereotypes.” He wiggled his fingers in a comic play at eeeeevil. “If you ask Minion, he’ll tell you I’m a CEO because I’m too pigheaded and easily distractible to ever work for anyone else. Though he’ll probably find a more polite way to put it.”
The waiter set a plate in front of each of them containing their main course.
Harrison’s face lit up. “Oooh lamb. I love lamb,” he gushed as the next coordinating drink was set next to their plates.
Harrison eagerly took a sip of the drink, getting both the liquid and some foam. “Hm, some kind of brandy,” he muttered before looking back up at Syx. “So why not pursue some kind of deal with the DA? A good lawyer could probably get you time served, especially if Metro Man was willing to stand up on your behalf. I mean, the system may be a mess, but why not use it to your advantage?” he asked before stabbing a fava bean and popping it into his mouth. “You’re the city’s most famous supervillain, not just some random drug dealer.”
“Oh my! Now that looks positively astounding,” Syx tapped his fingers together in excitement at the lamb was placed before him. He eagerly snagged a first bit and melted into his seat with a sinful moan as the bright herbs and savory sauce melted onto his tongue.
Licking the juice off his lips, he chuckled at Harrison’s question, “You must have missed the part where I don’t want to be under their rules. I have a good lawyer already. He keeps my crimes from ever warranting attention outside of Metrocity,” he shook his head, “I know I could start over clean, but that’s not the point. I don’t want to.”
He dropped his chin in his hand, looking seriously at Harrison, “I don’t buy my parts through proper channels. I like blowing things up. I have an orbital death laser heated by the sun which while not overly useful will be damn intimidating once I demo it… though I hear that one of me at least already has in this mult-verse. I employ convicts in my businesses and while I pay taxes I don’t follow the laws in any regard what-so-ever and I have zero intention to start. I know perfectly well how corrupt the DA and the judges are because I have quite a few of them in my pocket and the ones I don’t have Psycho Delic does.”
“Frankly, me leaving the criminal world would be a horrible idea. Ha!” he laughed even though it wasn’t funny, “Can you imagine the power vacuum? The infighting over my terf? It wouldn’t be pretty and the last thing I want is more area Psycho can peddle his drugs in.”
Wayne still didn’t know what to do with his life, that never seemed to change. Not these days. He slept, ate, wandered, slept again. There wasn’t much point in anything else. But sometimes the music still called to him, a flicker of spark that would lead him out to the park with his guitar. His hair was long and curly, shot through with gray. Roxanne would always tell him he looked like some sort of yoga vegan hipster thing, but mostly the large man just couldn’t be bothered. Today he let it hang in his face as he set up. His beard too was long but he’d trimmed it up nicely not too long ago. While fairly sure he was fully clothed, Wayne had no clue what he was wearing, it hadn’t mattered.
Sitting on the bench near some trees where people were close enough to listen, the ex-hero strummed his guitar, humming the first bar as he warmed up. Getting the feel for the strings, he started singing as he played Moody Blue.
{{ I’ve officially moved Wayne into Roxanne’s life to bother her. This is a very post movie Music Man who is very depressed, so there’s that. }}
We caught up with Adam Granduciel from The War On Drugs playing a Fender Paramount Parlor in his studio. We can’t wait for their upcoming record, which Pitchfork called one of the albums they’re most excited for this year!
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Bell sat back on her heels and pretended to twirl the drawn on mustache and waggled her brows, “Why my dear, the better to laugh maniacally to. Mwahahaha~”
“But daaaaamn, that looked painful. When I fall from great heights I usually try and plan on being a wee bit closer to the city,” she tapped her chin, “It’s kinda a son of a bitch to get a ambulance out here,” she gestured to the deer path, barely large enough for a buggy.
She stares at the girl, squinting up at her as if trying to see and decided how sane this one might be, but blinks and shakes her minutely before trying to push herself up off the ground.
“Do you make a habit of planning on dropping from great heights?” she grunts out, at least managing to roll herself over onto her back and sighing out a breath. “Because I certainly do not.”
Bell scoffed, “I thought I was more famous than that. The blue normally gives me away,” she preened and posed, “Megamind, incredibly gorgeous criminal genius and mistress of all villainy.”
Offering a hand to the fallen woman, the villain added, “And fuck yeah. If you’re going to pose dramatically on roof tops over the captured damsel and do battle with the city’s defender you need two things: a good evil laugh and know how to roll with a hit and fall.”
Syx’s eyebrows climbed his forehead and he rolled his eyes up into his skull with a weary sigh, “Riiiiiight. Syx than.”
The villain curled his lip, immediately put off the the reek of the man’s superiority complex, warranted or not. It left a bad taste in his mouth, killing what little interest the man’s appearance had peeked. He was curious what relationship the odd man had with Harrison, but… it just wasn’t worth it. Not right now.
“Uh, huh, with that attitude I can’t imagine why,” Syx snatched another box of cookies off the shelf and stuffed them in his basket. He mentally revolted against the very idea of who he would and wouldn’t talk to or deal with. No matter who that advice came from. But the man’s attitude set him off. Blushing past with his basket in hand, the blue alien, “I can say the same,” not worth his breath or stress, his mate was waiting at home, “Ciao ciao.”
Exactly, Drago is a sweet piece of shit. You would need to be extra sweet to be able to swallow his Serum of spicy personality. Not for weaks, evidently. When Syx passed by to walk away, he smiled , containing the pleasure for cause a reaction. An idea wishpered over his ear suddenly. It was mean and with no defined porpouse, but still could be useful in a very late future. A blue man, that knows the other blue aliens, probably they see to each other and probably not. Who knows if this Alien has a weak spot like the other two. A small little tiny part of his might be sorry, this one has style, but then remember the species he belongs and that spark of mercy is washed away immediately. The djinn observed the other’s back, slim, covered in black, carrying a D-gun, the same weapon he stole from Harrison, now safe at home.Smirking, he shrugs to himself, before his lips began to move silently, bringing to modern times an old spell, Drago raised a hand and his finger tips caressed his lips, his breathe changed to fog, and the fog to dust. He feels the magic running through his throat, the same vibrating sensation he has in all his body, so unusual and at the same time familiar. The dust traveled like a breeze towards Syx in a second, caressing the exposed back of his crane, landing there like if it was nest for curses. It moved itself, drawing in black ink with the elegance of calligraphy, a trace, then two, a half circle, and a last touch, finishing until there was a tattoo with the size of a child’s palm…. Maybe Syx would notice, maybe not. Drago turned around and used his magic to make float all the things he needed from the displays. Humming content, smiling innocently…When he took all, he simply walked towards the door. “Excuse me sr! You need to pay for that! the register machine is on this side!“ – The poor young emplooyer called Drago, assuming that the man with vandal aspect was not going to listen to him, still he gave a shoot and tried..
Syx felt a shiver go up his spine as if eyes where on him. It centered to the back of his head, that itch of being watched, but he knew who it was who was looking at him, so he refused to give in and turn around. However when the bully of a man walked out without paying… Syx sighed heavily. De-hydrating his selection and stowing it in his pocket, he slipped out before cops could be called.
Syx bit his lip, seriously considering the offer of battling a different Metro Man… it almost felt like cheating on Wayne… but… his had basically disappeared… so… it was alright to branch out? right? A villain needed a hero to oppose him. What even was he without a nemesis.
“En garde,” Syx grinned wickedly and clanged his fork against Harrison’s. Twisting his date’s spoon out of the way in utensil on utensil action, he reached in and snagged Harrison’s ravioli off his plate, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I’m far too evil,” as he munched on the stole ravioli, he scooped up one from his plate and held it out in offer toward’s Harrison, green eyes dancing playfully.
Though Syx knew himself to be a far different sort of villain from the Doom Syndicate or other true evil sorts… he could never picture himself ever getting along with the cops. He’d much rather be a villain and be on familiar footing, than a rejected hero at constant odds with the law anyway. Besides… this way he could just flip people off and silently pay off the property damage in secret. He had no desire to have to spend even more time with paperwork and loopholes. And though working in the lab with other blue men was tempting… it also sounded far too boring to take up all his time.
Harrison grinned at their cutlery sword fight, though his mouth dropped open in exaggerated surprise when Syx stole his ravioli. “You little villain!” he chided, before opening his mouth to take what was being offered. He let the flavors of warm truffle oil and something nutty fill his mouth.
“Can I ask you something serious?” he said once he had swallowed, reaching once more for his drink. “Why supervillainy? I mean, I’ve asked several of the Megaminds this question over the years and I suppose I keep asking because I haven’t gotten a satisfactory answer….“ He sighs. “I’m not stupid, I grew up in a prison too. But all my uncles and aunties were constantly lecturing me about not ending up on their path. So why crime? Why not cure cancer or build rocket ships or something?” he asked before draining the last of the liquid, leaving only a limp leaf in gel.
Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”
“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”
“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.
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