so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
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.”
[TXT] no way I typed it wrong! Uncle numbnuts don’t know is own # lol
[TXT] Snakes are gay. And this donut. It has rainbow sprinkles.
[Text] You sure? You wouldn’t be the first person.
[Text] That makes sense. Always wondered about my boa.
[Text] What kinda donut?
[TXT] I’m not? Do you get wrong # often?
[TXT] !!!!! is your phone hooked to like a time shift where you get all the calls that never get answered and you get like feedback from all over the many planes of existence?
[TXT] that would be so fucking cool
[TXT] okay I checked the math and even allowing for time paradoxes it’s super unlikely but I still like it as a concept
[TXT] Boas are cool. and my donut is now gone
[TXT] but look! I have more!
[attatched image]
Megamind tickles the goblin, making him very uncomfortable
He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.
Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.
WHAT?!
Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.
“Relax? I am relaxed!” Syx hunched his shoulders and glared at the person in his body, “And stop lying. You have gooooot to be lying,” turning his glare to his new flesh he poked at the pink skin.
He followed Anna’s direction and backed off muttering to himself. Glancing up he informed her, “Just… keep her? from leaving. I’m going to the idea room,” he scowled, “And changing. These clothes are stupid. And I need to overwrite the security protocols to accept commands from this form for however long this lasts.”
Flinching when Anna’s hands are on her shoulders, Veda blinks up at her, green eyes wide and standing out against panic-pale blue skin. “I- I am not. Lying.” she manages, forcing the words out even as her mind is racing, first one worried thought then the next.
Frowning momentarily on hearing Syx’s comments on her clothing, she keeps a careful eye on the man currently stuck in her body as he backs away.
Anna smiled gently, trying to look assuring as she nodded, “I believe you, I promise,” She assured Veda. “We will all figure this out together, yeah? Do you want something to drink? Something to eat?” she prompted, keeping her voice steady and lower in a soothing manner.
She would try to get Veda to calm further before she did anything else, before she tried to ask questions on what exactly she remembered.
Grumbling the whole way, Syx was disappointed when the brain bots refused to help him change. Frowning and more hurt by their rejection than he’d thought he would be, he skipped his normal suit worn on official business and dressed more casually. The tight suit wouldn’t go on without help. He was insanely thankful that this woman was his same height and roughly similar build. He pulled on his spiked leather jacket for comfort. Once dressed, he ventured back out to the main areas.
On the way, he passed by a dressing mirror near Minion’s sewing area. He froze looking in the mirror. His eyes… they were the exact same. If he didn’t know better he’d swear he was just looking at himself using the holowatch! Leaning forward and peering closely at himself, staring hard at his eyes, the subtle twitch of the iris caught his attention- and let out an unholy screech.
Screaming he ran back to where he’d let Anna and the intruder. Jabbing a finger wildly in her direction, he accused, “CYBORG! BODY-SNATCHING CYBORG!”
“Well on a scale of 1-10 of how fucked tha child is, I’m gonna go with 20! Tha dad? Well. Take a wild guess!” Lyn snickered, following her usual methods of never fucking cooperating
“Hahaha that’s not biologically possible! And uh… I would never, uh, have relations! With another villain! Yes… ha haha…”
“…..Riiiiiight. Then how do I know ya got a scar on yer ass?” She prompted with a rise of a single brow, a smirk on her lips as she crossed her arms. “Tell me again how ya don’t have any relations.”
“Lots of people have scars, it’s a lucky guess! shutupshutup.”
[ TXT: Well… that’s a problem. Can you get to an intersection and tell me the street names? I’ll come get you ]
[TXT: K so I got trees and trees and road and its been road for a while and asparagus what that means and a house with a ducking bell? ]
[TXT: ….That’s not helpful, Syx.] [Txt: Take a picture of a street sign?]
[TXT: this road is unhelpful ]
[TXT: how to i make this thing ducking truck in all caps when i shout minion knew to do that and i forged pissed now and this stupid road is dirt and i was at a party but now im not and i don’t know what happened in between but now im cold ]
RP backup 