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The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Clasping his hands behind his back in a way he knew made his cape fall nicely, Syx nodded,

❝I assume I’m still the newest but with this city, who really knows? Hmm?❞ he gave a wave to the table with the prepared food and drinks,

❝We met once before when I first arrived… At least I’m nearly certain it was you. You’re the one Harrison calls… Girly?❞ he cringed even as he said it. That was unlikely to be a nickname that she would be happy to have spread around. He rushed to continue on,

❝In a time-out, non hero/villain setting like this, Syx will be fine for me.❞

That he already knew Harrison made this quite a bit easier. Megamind finds herself nodding in acknowledgement, having to hide a smirk of understanding on seeing the stance he’d chosen. “We had, and you know there’s no reason to doubt our memory.”

Syx, again. His pronunciation was at least distinct enough that she could hear the difference between which person was being mentioned. Still, she’s careful to not bring up Six as well, not just yet. “Yes, I am.” The nickname had taken some adjustment at first, but Megamind could see the use of it regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

For now, however, down to business. “So, about the reason you called?” She hesitates before that last choice of word, but it’s the closest she could get.

❝Right,❞ Syx clapped his hands together and pulled out a chair for himself. Pouring them both a glass of wine. It wasn’t terribly fancy, a twist off, but very sweet and fruity and had been a staple of his all through his villainous career to celebrate success, ❝I’ll cut to the chase. But please do try some cheese.❞

He offered Girly a glass, ❝Do to unfortunate circumstances I find myself without a nemesis and that is rather… boring. But the city is hardly devoid of heros. But a villain such as myself it just wouldn’t do to just… hope someone shows up. I could get some hopeless amateur who doesn’t know how the game works. So I’m doing interviews. For a new nemesis. Temporary. Trial basis,❞ he rambled at the end, ❝In case Wayne comes out of… whatever he’s doing,❞ his face fell, his mask slipping off to show a flash of true worry before he recovered, ❝I have a few others I’ll be interviewing as well,❞ he added, just to make sure she didn’t think she was his only option. So far he only had 2, but neither needed to know that.

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TEXT: Im not lying about the glitter, I can prove it ]

[TEXT: I’ve never had a snake he looks awesome ]

[Text] Go ahead then

[Text] When he’s in the mood to be

Bell snapped a picture of her nails as she lay on the couch. Her nearly black nail polish in contrast to her blue skin. Layered in the gloss of the polish was glittering blue sparkles that had taken ages to get just right. It was always a shame to hide them in gloves but she also never wanted to ruin them after getting them just right.

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[ TEXT: are snakes moody? ]

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.

At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.

It was a simple matter, once Megamind knew where the meeting space was, to position her own Brainbots nearby to keep an extra eye on the area. And when the unfamiliar swarm starts trickling in, she’s prepared. Tolerating her Minion’s fussing prior to the meeting, she’s nonetheless grateful for it. Presentation, after all, was one of her foremost concerns on public appearances.Though for this one the first thing on her mind was the existence of yet another double that, until now, she hadn’t had the opportunity to meet in person. How this encounter exactly would go was up in the air, and even with the relative reliability between their personalities the fact that there was variation to begin with has Megamind understandably wary. As such, only when Syx makes his appearance does she do the same, the cloaking device she’d adapted from the Invisible Car being disengaged.Glancing about to make sure her Brainbots were correctly placed nearby, Megamind strides forward. “Ollo. You’re the newest one of us, aren’t you?”

Clasping his hands behind his back in a way he knew made his cape fall nicely, Syx nodded,

❝I assume I’m still the newest but with this city, who really knows? Hmm?❞ he gave a wave to the table with the prepared food and drinks,

❝We met once before when I first arrived… At least I’m nearly certain it was you. You’re the one Harrison calls… Girly?❞ he cringed even as he said it. That was unlikely to be a nickname that she would be happy to have spread around. He rushed to continue on,

❝In a time-out, non hero/villain setting like this, Syx will be fine for me.❞

Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Syx distressed at her whining, whimpering softly back as he washed her face and pressed his body against hers. She meant the world to him no matter what shape she had. She was part of his home. Like Minion, he revolved around her movements in their lives like gravity. She was home. Where ever they were was home. 

Never did he wasn’t her to be sad. His senses were thrown off in his wolf form, but as he washed her face he could tell it was far more complicated than just sad or happy tears. And pack… that seemed like a good word. He still wasn’t sure what sort of social groups his people formed, but the idea of having all his loved ones together, being near them in larger number than the standard human family unit… that sounded wonderful. 

Much like Syx felt, Anna knew that it wasn’t this warehouse they lived in or whatever building they may live in that was home. It was the two people she shared it with, Syx himself that was her home and the love of her life. Remaining there with her arms around his body, she relished in the feeling of it all before realization that he had yet to change back came to her. Opening her eyes, ones that glowed a touch brighter before settling again. Pulling from him, she shifted to gingerly thread her fingers through his fur with a small smile. 

“Can you shift?” She prompted, wondering if this was something that he was able to do now. She didn’t question why, she merely took it all in stride as she always did

Pressing into the warm comfort of his beloved’s embrace, Syx calmed considerably. He still felt horribly awkward in this form, but the panic had passed and Anna always smelled good. Better now.

As she spoke, he blinked up at her, fuzzy brows raised. He wasn’t even sure how he got this way much less how to get back to normal. He whined and shook his head. His attempt at a shrug just had him shaking his shoulders. 

Booby-Trapped

aceinthehcle:

Maybe Jack should have stayed put, let a splicer kill him so he could come back new and refreshed. But he hated dying, and he wasn’t one to give up, so instead he stumbled away from the trio of splicers he had just killed and did his best to find a safe place in which he could rest and recover.

Blood was dripping into his eyes as he made his way into what looked like an abandoned shop. With one leg sliced clean through by a splicer’s hook, he couldn’t quiet the dragging of his foot, and he could only hope that there were no splicers lurking around to hear him enter.

Was that… music? Jack followed the soft, barely noticeable sound of it until there, in the depths of the shop, he could see the figure of what had to be a splicer. Jack was still near the entrance of the shop, and he drew his pistol with a shaking hand.

“Don’t– don’t move–” His head was pounding from the blow on his head. It was difficult to aim, but he couldn’t let himself be killed now, not when he had just found relative safety.

Shouting Tony ducked down, hands going over his head as he made a dive for under his workbench. How had that crazy splicer gotten past his traps?! Oh… there was the alarm sounding. It had gone off but Tony had been so in the zone that he hadn’t heard it. He cursed under his breath, hands clutched to his face and stomach dropping out as he saw his work dripping fluid. He must have knocked over the vial in his dive and now the priceless liquid drain away. 

❝Fuck! You don’t move and I won’t either!❞

At least his traps were in place, a trip wire would spring a turret if the man came closer. Some consolation.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“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?”

Ignoring what the older pair was saying for the moment, unable to understand it yet as it was, the little alien’s focus is now more on the water inside Minion’s dome. Dipping his hands into it, at first coming close to touching the fish inside before backing off.

The fact that the other two were having some sort of conversation was enough to have Minion be off limits and afforded the same respect as one of those he considered parent or sibling would be. Again he’s chattering quietly, this time to himself rather than asking more questions.

Minion smiled encouragingly at the little guy before answering his Sir, ❝That might be best, Sir.❞

Nodding and feeling useless otherwise, Syx wandered off into their temporary home. Digging about and making far too much noise for the task he was supposed to be doing, Minion called after, ❝It’s just in the ice box…❞

Settling down, he refocused on the small fish baby,

❝Are you feeling better?❞

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] I’m not one of anything! I’m one of a kind!

[TXT] okay maybe not totally anymore but no one is as fucking sick ass as me. Im a magical glitter phenomenon!!!

[TXT] omg he’s an adorable lazy noodle

[Text] Sure sees like it!

[Text] 😂

[Text] Isn’t he???

[TEXT: Im not lying about the glitter, I can prove it ]

[TEXT: I’ve never had a snake he looks awesome ]

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

Bell looked between Lucy and the bike, “Well fine then! But it’s not nearly as fun to walk.”

She pouted a bit, having been looking forward to showing off her bike first, but the excitement of seeing this hover bike negated a lot of that. Not wanting to leave her bike out in the open for what now was seeming to turn into more of a thing than the smash and grab that had been the original plan for the day, Bell wheeled her bike around. Planning to park it in Lucy’s garage. 

“Alright! Reveal this mystery onto me!“

It’s with a wide grin that Lucy holds a hand up. “Give me a minute, okay?” She had to get things ready for that, make sure revealing her own bike was pulled off the way she wanted.

“It won’t be long, promise.” Opening one of the doors for Bell to drive her bike in wouldn’t take very long, and once it’s done Lucy’s already hurrying to make sure the lights are off.

❝Okay, okay, oh K-aye,❞ Bell huffed, bouncing on her toes, anticipation building, ❝But I’m expecting something Awe-mazing!❞

She stopped and waited as told knowing full well how important presentation was. Timing and location was everything and she wanted the full experience. Still, she was far too full of energy to stand still, swaying on her feet as she scanned the darkness for the sign that the reveal was coming.