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Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant?

Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”

Blinking against the now brighter light, hesitation rules Azlariel’s actions. The Minion in front of him didn’t seem to be the one he’d met before, the suit new. That he so far seems to not be a threat is helpful, trilling softly to himself before returning the greeting. Waving in return. “Hello,” is his parroted and quieter, accented, response.

Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”

Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.

“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

“….Mommy and daddy are at home.”
She looked off to the side, knowing adults hated that. They hated how she went off on her own. But she didn’t see what the big deal was.
“I’m a…big girl!”

“Not very big, though,” Minion corrected, “But then I’m not very big either.”

He spun around in the tank of his suit, “When we aren’t very big, that means its dangerous to go alone. It’s alright to need help. That’s why Sir built me this suit.”

“Why don’t I walk you back home, little Miss? We can get more candy on the way back. By the way, my name’s Minion, what’s yours?”

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With that quick motion Azlariel immediately freezes, trying to keep himself out of sight. Though that effort is abandoned not long after it’s first attempted, gait slow still as he steps out of hiding.

Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant?

Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

shitpostingrick:

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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.

“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”

Dana looked down.
“Yes….Please don’t tell daddy.”
The child had wandered off to this remote location.

“How far away is your daddy, little Miss?” Minion really didn’t like the idea of a child wandering around in the evening alone. Especially not on a night like this with so much potential for young punks and candy thieving. Candy was a precious thing to a child after all.

Also, it was a bad neighborhood. Even if Sir and him suppressed the worst of it.

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With the net brought up to where he stood in the shallows, Minion crouched and looked at his catch. A mix of Salmon and Trout of varying sizes, he patted the side of the net happily, “You’ll all be delicious.”

Swinging a carrying chest from his back, Minion set about fishing them out of the net and packing the wiggling fish into the chest to take home. As he didn’t see anyone around to protest the action, he opened the done in the top of his suit and dropped one of the smallest fish into the dome with him. The fish only had a moment to panic in disorientation before Minion’s large teeth closed on it. He munched happily as he finished packing his haul up.

He recognized that voice. Or at least, Azlariel thought he did, some subtle differences even the difference of hearing it from a distance couldn’t have caused. That familiarity is enough to have him venturing closer, coming ashore some distance away and hopefully out of sight.

Trying to keep his steps sure, there’s still the sound of rocks shifting under his feet.

With his singing, it took Minion awhile to notice anything. He probably still wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for his suits high tuned sensors. Without changing his suit from the task he was working on, Minion spun around in his dome. He stuck out the teeth of his lower jaw as he hummed thoughtfully, tracking the sound the suit had picked up on and peering in that direction.

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Minion had just finished his shopping for the day, heading back to Evil Lair with the invisible car filled with supplies. Miss Anna and Sir were both out together, Sir having had ‘big plans’ to surprise his lady love and Anna hardly needing convincing to go out with him for the day. Because Minion had been the one packing at least half the supplies, it had been fairly easy to put together that they were having a picnic. Considering the time of day was wearing on and several of the wines were missing from the fridge, Minion guessed the hover bike ride was going to turn into a walk through the woods to one of their favorite stargazing spots in the sand dunes. It was a ways out from the city and Sir hadn’t been there in years, but it made it made Minion happy to see his Sir perking up so much. Anna really was wonderful for him.

Singing along to his song playing on the Hudson’s speakers, “Clap along if you know what happiness is to you,” Minion tapped his large robotic hands on the steering wheel. He nearly missed the child walking lost along the alleys. Spinning the wheel sharply and pulling up short, Minion took a closer look. Not a human child either, tail and cat ears. The only person Minion knew like that was Psycho Delic’s daughter, in fact, she looked a lot like how Minion remembered the small cat child being from their childhood.

Getting out of the invisible car, Minion approached the small child, crouching down in his large gorilla suit, “Hello there little Miss, did you lose your momma? It’s dangerous to be out here alone.”

The sound of the car was what Emma picked up on first, the tail that peaked from beneath the oversized shirt she wore puffed up in visible show of her sudden rush of fright, her pupils blown wide as her ears pinned back firmly against her skull. Her eyes darted all over the place even as the car she couldn’t see came to a stop, hunkering down in on herself as she took a slow step back, just about to bolt when some kind of… beast.. showed.

She scrambled back with an audible sound of her fright as she knelt, her eyes looking him up and down as her lips twisted as she tried her best to put on a brave front.

“..Who’re yoooou?” she drawled the word out, the irish like accent a bit heavier on her tongue as she did so.

Eye’s bright, Minion held up his hands in a calming gesture towards the scared little girl, “Oh, I’m Minion, little Miss. My boss and I live near here.”

“We’ve never seen you out here before, did you get lost from your mother?” he tried again, “Does she have ears like yours?”

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

Dana smiled and hopped a bit.
“I’m a bunny fish! I am..a bunny and a jellyfish! Isn’t it super cool?”
She suddenly looked around.
“You don’t get trick or tweaters?”

“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.

“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

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|| @azlariel || like for a starter ||

Net fishing was illegal in Michigan unless you were one of the Native American Tribes, but even if he wasn’t the hench fish of a super villain, Minion hardly felt those rules applied to him. The law refused to register him as anything other than an animal, though the Warden had managed to get him registered as an endangered species at the very least. So as far as the alien fish was concerned, they could shove it. He was a fish hunting other fish and this just made thing so much easier with his busy schedule.

Humming Crazy Train to himself, he wadded his gorilla suit out into the water of the lake and found where he’d anchored the tie. A small floating bottle making where the net was as he dragged the circular net contraption back in.

The sight of something new in his territory had Azlariel curious enough to monitor the net that had been left. For the most part he avoided the places humans usually frequented, but the smell of this one was different. Like something else had placed it.

Monitoring the area he considered his, he finds himself drifting back in the direction of the net only to find the original placer having returned. Immediately he shies back to a safe distance in order to observe without risking harm.

With the net brought up to where he stood in the shallows, Minion crouched and looked at his catch. A mix of Salmon and Trout of varying sizes, he patted the side of the net happily, “You’ll all be delicious.”

Swinging a carrying chest from his back, Minion set about fishing them out of the net and packing the wiggling fish into the chest to take home. As he didn’t see anyone around to protest the action, he opened the done in the top of his suit and dropped one of the smallest fish into the dome with him. The fish only had a moment to panic in disorientation before Minion’s large teeth closed on it. He munched happily as he finished packing his haul up.

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Not for the first time, Emma found herself with no memory, with nobody that she knew around her.. and significantly younger than her normal age. Not that the tiny feline girl knew that. She had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time and now? She was currently wandering the warehouse district alone and growing increasingly more afraid with each passing moment.

The sounds, the sights.. everything around her was so incredibly different than what the girl that couldn’t be older than 5 would be used to.

Minion had just finished his shopping for the day, heading back to Evil Lair with the invisible car filled with supplies. Miss Anna and Sir were both out together, Sir having had ‘big plans’ to surprise his lady love and Anna hardly needing convincing to go out with him for the day. Because Minion had been the one packing at least half the supplies, it had been fairly easy to put together that they were having a picnic. Considering the time of day was wearing on and several of the wines were missing from the fridge, Minion guessed the hover bike ride was going to turn into a walk through the woods to one of their favorite stargazing spots in the sand dunes. It was a ways out from the city and Sir hadn’t been there in years, but it made it made Minion happy to see his Sir perking up so much. Anna really was wonderful for him.

Singing along to his song playing on the Hudson’s speakers, “Clap along if you know what happiness is to you,” Minion tapped his large robotic hands on the steering wheel. He nearly missed the child walking lost along the alleys. Spinning the wheel sharply and pulling up short, Minion took a closer look. Not a human child either, tail and cat ears. The only person Minion knew like that was Psycho Delic’s daughter, in fact, she looked a lot like how Minion remembered the small cat child being from their childhood.

Getting out of the invisible car, Minion approached the small child, crouching down in his large gorilla suit, “Hello there little Miss, did you lose your momma? It’s dangerous to be out here alone.”