Bank Heist

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

“Oh evil gods,” Megamind flinched back, hissing when his back hit the wall, “Fine, fine.”

Whole body tense, he folded up a wad of cape, “Get it over with quick,” he spat before shoving it in his mouth and biting down hard. Breathing through his nose as he scrunched his eyes shut and braced for the pain.

Scarborough arched an eyebrow. “You’d think someone with as colourful an appearance as you wouldn’t be so easily surprised by pyromancy,” she mused, but she did as he’d asked and pressed the red-hot needle into the bullet wound.

Megamind gritted his teeth, it was less surprise at pyromancy and more that with two fire wielding rivals, he’d had many a poor experience with fire. Grunting and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not to jerk too much under the burning needle. The pain a white thing in his mind. Eyes watering when it was removed, he shuddered and focused on breathing. The scar would be ugly, but he had lots of scars…

Spitting out the cape, he managed a grumbled, “Thanks,” through the pain.

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

“-YOUR PRICES ARE CRIMINAL ANYWAY!” Syx shouted angrily at the distraught manager of the Hot Topic that he’d just been thrown out of. He really should have known better, but he’d been filled with nostalgia about everything that he’d never been able to do as a teen. The idea of simply being able to go and explore the mall, boldly and utterly blue, had been too tempting to pass up. Especially with all Harrison had done to tempt him out of his shell and into normal public life.

It turns out, however, that the mall didn’t live up to his quality standards, size requirements, or the daydreams of his teenage self. Maybe trying to recapture those wishes in his 30s was just unrealistic. Still, he felt utterly justified for calling them out on their horrific use of fake leather and cheaply coated metal. There was no way those prices weren’t a rip-off. Not that he was very aware what normal prices should be…

Didn’t matter. Syx stuffed his hands into the pockets of his spike covered leather jacket and turned towards the food court. Maybe that would fair better. He’d only just turned when he looked up and stopped in his tracks. That… that had to be a Glaupunk… she had to be with those shoulders… there was just something… off about the other aliens that seemed so obvious to Syx. The humans seemed so painfully oblivious but to him, the others stood out nearly as much as he did. Just… off. Not human.

He licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should approach or not… he hadn’t done anything wrong… it should be fine… right?

[That oh-so-familiar voice instantly catches Wendalyn’s attention. It’s been a while since she has heard it without the ‘civilized’ adulteration that Harrison’s voice has and she has missed it. It’s also vaguely amusing to hear the villain complaining about anything being criminal.]

[His nervous body language makes her smile wickedly and she gladly heads his way, her large dog at her heels. This should be fun.] Hey~

That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.

Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs.

“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”

💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.

Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks.

When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?”

Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”

“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.

Paige seemed amused with what it was she was seeing and hearing as Syx knocked on the door, smiling just a bit as he did so. Though as soon as the door was opened to the massive man, she immediately tensed and withdrew almost entirely. She placed a polite smile on her lips, one she used when she needed to deal with people like this at work.

“..Part of the gang?” She prompted, her tone a bit more reserved even as she followed them both into the door, looking around wearily. She tried to not fidget with everythign that was happening, her heart picking up in her chest despite the friendly nature she saw between the family.

“Uhm.. I’m fine with anything..” She assured Freddy with a quick passionless smile.

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.