The giggling was the first thing that could be heard. Childish glee and big slashes. The little blue child stood in the shallows of the river outlet, laughing and clapping excitedly. A large very round fish swam up to the child and was quickly scooped up. With all the strength in their body, the child threw the fish out into the deep area of the river where the fish made a big splash. This resulted in more clapping and squeals of delight before it all repeated. On the shore were the discarded shoes and a perfect ‘glass’ ball of water.
Should Bell have pulled from Lyn’s grasp at all, she would have immediately released her… though as it were, the feline girl merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ya don’t have to trust me at all, girlie,” She informed her, releasing her grip on her as she spoke. She didn’t care if Bell took her offered help or not, she wasn’t about to stick around long enough to be anywhere near this place by the time the cops got there. She had heard the sirens before Bell did, her urgency in the actions to get away fueled by the subtle sounds her ears could pick up before most others.
“Yeah yeah that’s what I thought,” Lyn mused, smirking just a touch before letting the sound of her chuckle die down, looking over at the girl with a raise of her brow. “Tha more you threaten me, girlie, the less inclined I am ta help you. Now, unless ya wanna be handed right over to the boys in blue, I suggest you get that stick outta your ass before you really piss me off,” she was already skating on thin ice. Lyn was honestly growing very tired of the tough chick act, and wasn’t likely to even think twice before she showed just how bad of an idea it was to piss her off.
“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
Bell had no choice but to slow clap. The blue woman had been on her way back from visiting the Scott Manor. She always took the long deer trail through the pine forests that bordered Metro City and allowed the rich gated community of the ‘Lord and Lady’ lived in the be utterly secluded. Normally Bell’s walk home was nothing but peaceful nature and the loud music streaming through her headphones.
Walking towards the fallen woman, Bell pulled out her headphones and crouched, “You alive? If so groan painfully.”
Having just spent the last four hours with her secret girlfriend, Belle was quite a sight. Besides generally being disheveled in her tight leather pants and skull tank top, her face was covered in sharpie. The drawn on villain mustache at odds with her glittery gold eyeliner and deep purple lipstick.
Having already groaned painfully earlier, Xhuuya instead sighs in exasperation. Though granted the sigh came out a little strained, still winded from the fall. Her head turns enough to look at the girl, cheek resting against the ground, fully intending to shoot a glare up at her, but stops to take in her appearance. A brow quirks up slightly.
“What happened to your face?” she tries to laugh. It comes out rasping and she coughs.
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.
Taking a sip of the odd wine, Syx played with his fork, “Well, to be honest, I haven’t done a whole lot of kidnapping since Wayne and I broke up… there isn’t a possible way that won’t be… well… horribly awkward,” he sighed, sagging in his chair, “but god! I didn’t realize just how much I’d miss it! Not getting sent back to that horrible cell is nice, but just!” he gestured sharply with the fork, using it like a tiny fencing sword, “The thrill! The banter! The adrenaline!”
He sagged, dropping his cheek to the table, “I’ve built so many things with all this new free time, but what’s the point? It did give me the chance test out some new fabric I’m making for Anna. It has to adjust for the shapeshifting after all. That fine detail work is incredibly rewarding when it is finished but it gets so tedious and frustrating when I hit blocks. I just need to- to-” he his hands waved as he sought for the words he couldn’t find, finishing lamely, “expend energy.”
Harrison’s grin widened as he watched his date play with his fork. Yep, Syx was adorable. He let out a happy sigh. “You know my Wayne would love to go toe to toe with you any time. His Megamind is…. well… more reclusive than usual of late. I don’t think they’ve had a proper battle since before Devin was born. You’re not the only one who misses the thrill, the banter, and the adrenaline. Plus I’m always game for a little rope burn from a cute boy.”
He picks up his spoon to get the last ravioli, but instead offers it to Syx to challenge his fork to a swordfight. “You know, you can always go straight it you need something to occupy your mind. Join Shelly and us in the lab sometime. He’s doing amazing work with bioprostheses. We should be ready for clinical trials in a few months.” He thrusts with the spoon, curious to see if his companion will parry.
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.
“If ya say so, bu’ I think ya overblowin’ jus’ how high.”
“You’ll find, Mrs’ Delic, that you’re the one underestimating ME!”
With it being relatively early, Megamind is still in. At first concerned with finishing up adjustments to her holo-watch that had been interrupted by Wayne’s little diversion some days before, the delay nothing she minded but it had still put her behind somewhat. A group of her Brainbots flying into the room seeming agitated, however, is more than enough to once again get her attention.
“What is it?” she asks, not expecting any answer that would be recognizable to anyone besides her. Taking note of the pitch of their electronic barking and the one now behind her and trying to push her forward once she’d gotten up. The insistent push at her back has her laughing cautiously.
Following their lead to whatever it was they’d found, knowing that it was something important, from the way they were acting. Seeing a mostly unfamiliar ‘bot as the cause of it however, she’s at first tense before the name tag stuck to the front of its dome catches her eye. Recognizing it quickly enough, she chuckles. “Why were you sent?” Megamind asks levelly, keeping a careful eye on the Brainbot and still trying to keep it at the entrance.
#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.”
Belle slouched behind the counter, headphones on. She was working, just not very hard. But then again, the owner didn’t care. Belle was here for her music knowledge and because she was a whiz at the accounting and inventory. As long as the place stayed neat and nothing was stolen, he let her do whatever she wanted. Considering that music was going more and more to digital with most people, they sold to more a specialty crowd. They carried vinyls, cassettes, CDs, and any number of ways to listen to the music. But the real selling point was, as the boss man said, was the knowledge of their staff.
With her coffee beside her and her large headphones covering her ears, Belle used her sunglasses to block everything else out. She was watching the shop, but she was mostly listening to Missy Elliot with her feet kicked up on the counter. Her dyed blue hair stuck up around her headphones, the only color she was wearing besides the dark poison green lipstick. Her studded leather jacket hung off the back of her chair and her t-shirt proclaimed her to be an Alien Sex Fiend.
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