1000liveslived:

Anna had been there for Syx every step of the way through the entire adventure of him trying to get over the heartbreak of Metro Man. It had been an interesting journey of healing, one Anna refused to let him do alone. She gently coaxed him to tell her what it was that happened, and once he got it out? She did anything she could to make it clear to him that she loved him with all her heart. 

She was glad for Minion’s help as well, helping the fish as well to make sure that he wasn’t overwhelmed with everything. All through it, Anna found that it helped her find herself, as well. She felt as if she had settled more firmly into her own skin with all the things that happened.. and while she was far from an angry woman. What Metro Man had done to her mate wasn’t something she would easily forget. She kept that part of it to herself. 

She was walking around the lair in her typical skimpy clothing, the fabric hanging off breasts in a manner that made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Why should she when she was at home? 

She froze when the sound of an alert sounded, turning and trotting her way to the computer screens on light feet, seeing a woman standing before the secret entrance. She frowned deeply, though she wasn’t worried. Not truly. It was a secret entrance for a reason, afterall.

Roxanne walked the perimeter of the building. She had to correct herself as she looked it over. It didn’t just say go away in English, it said it in Spanish as well. She didn’t know any of the other languages, but she was beginning to suspect the blue villain had written the same phrases in every language he knew on the building. It was rather an obvious giveaway. As much as the complete lack of police reports or electricity usage. Signs of very obvious record tampering, the lack of any info standing out like a neon sign. 

Not seeing a clear entrance, Roxanne suddenly froze. Complete lack! Like the records and the invisible car. He always tries to just make things disappear. She looked over the wall again, with greater scrutiny. There wasn’t a single entrance to the building save a rusted out fire exit. Every building had entrances and a large warehouse like this should have several including large doors to get trucks in and out of. 

As she ran her fingers along the brickwork, she gave herself a quite pat on the back as the texture changed. The wall gave a slight glimmering ripple around her fingers, one she’d gotten used to seeing with the invisible car. That didn’t tell her how to get in, but he definitely had the right place! Closing her eyes to block out the confusing visual input, she felt out for any sort of catch or mechanism to open the hidden door.