Blood and Bonding

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Lyn growled angrily as Syx pulled at her, making a loud noise of both pain and frustration, “Like fuck I’m a damn hero!” She bit out. His actions didn’t give her much time to find her own footing, stumbling a moment with it, the action forcing her to rely more heavily on his support to continue on.

“Ya need ta go, fuck tard,” she growled, glancing back as the people rounded the corner they just went around. She hissed, her eyes flashing crimson just before the entire opening was consumed in a curtain of black hell fire.

“Ha! Good thing too fuzz brain, you’d-” Syx grunted under her weight “-a horrible hero.”

“NOPE!” he shouted at the wall of fire appeared, “That is essential for the escape plan. Even if my damn tool went and got herself shot, I still need you,” he certainly wasn’t going to admit any sort of feelings toward the woman.

He blamed his biology. The sex had screwed everything up in his head. It was less that he’d stopped hating her and more that… he couldn’t picture his life without her a part of it. She was his now, for better or worse.

Tightening his arms around her side, Syx took a deep breath and readied himself, “Alright, buckle up and here we go!”

Dragging her with him, Syx took her good arm and wielded her finger like a gun, knowing full well that wasn’t how that worked but the guards didn’t. Pointing their hands at a hall to the side, he said, “Bang!”

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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.

“Hi! I’m Dana!” A tiny alien smiled up at him. “How are you?!”

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Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”

“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”

Blinking owlishly down at the small child, Megamind considered the request, his fingers tracing over the M clasp. To humor the small child or not…

Huffing out a breath he pointed a finger at the girl, “This is a super villain’s cape, so you had better not!”

Spinning the cape off his shoulders he dropped it over her head, spiked mantle and all.

“I am…not big enough.”
Dana tried to move in the cape, but it was much too big.
“…I can’t see.”

Pulling it back off of her, Megamind sighed. She was cute, and she was an alien. Pulling a knife out of his boot, he slashed the cape in half. Kneeling, the blue villain tied the torn off portion around her neck, requesting solemnly, “You’d better tell everyone that you stole this.”

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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.

Syx pulled his wrists up against his chest even though his gloves already hid the scars, “Well it is a form of artwork isn’t it?” he looked out the window, the full truth too uncomfortable to admit openly, “Most of my Uncles have tattoos that they either got in prison or outside of. Though honestly, I hadn’t ever really thought about it until hearing you talk so passionately about it.”

Paige smiled a true and genuine smile at that, looking over at him as she drove still. Her dimples showed on her cheeks as she did so, her eyes warming just a touch. “I’m glad I can help you see it differently,” She spoke genuinely, truly happy that she had been able to help him see it in a better light.

Syx grinned back, “I’ve always been one to apree-ciate art and passion,” he over enunciated, hands on his knees, “Oh, turn here.”

He directed her to his uncle’s place, “Park in the back, he’s expecting us.”

“Hi! I’m Dana!” A tiny alien smiled up at him. “How are you?!”

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Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”

“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”

Megamind frowned with a tip of his head, “Irken? I’ve not heard of that one before,” though if she was listening off alien races, he’d be clueless regardless. He didn’t even know the proper name for his own species.

“Cape yes…” oh no, this one seemed very young. Megamind had always been happy to leave the strange babies to Metro Man, “It’s an essential staple of any villainous costume.”

“Can I try it on? I wanna try it on!”
Dana hopped up and down in her glee.
“I promise not to hurt it! Promise!”
Her antenna twitched as she giddily hopped in place.
“Oh pretty pleasasee.”

Blinking owlishly down at the small child, Megamind considered the request, his fingers tracing over the M clasp. To humor the small child or not…

Huffing out a breath he pointed a finger at the girl, “This is a super villain’s cape, so you had better not!”

Spinning the cape off his shoulders he dropped it over her head, spiked mantle and all.

She arrives. (Celly)

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Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…

He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.

“Ah… yes… well… that makes sense?” Syx’s wide green eyes where still glued to where the bomb had been. A hand pressed firmly over his hammering heart, he stood on unsteady feet and eased backwards, “T-this way.”

Celestialess followed along obediently, now holding her hair in against herself as much as she could and mutedly observed the curious blue creature in her own time.

He was very scared, it seemed. She didn’t want that. Perhaps a promise of never coming back?

“…I will try not to get… Displaced in your habitat again…” The celestial being tried softly.

Syx swallowed and keyed up the main door they used to exit the large bots through. At least the ceilings here were tall, but he still eyed her hair nervously, “I… just don’t want you to… swallow anything I love.”

His voice was barely over a whisper. Desperately he tried not to picture the hole that had swallowed his entire childhood.

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1000liveslived:

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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!.

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Shrinking away under that glare, Veda is trying to avoid actually getting a glimpse of the switch’s effect on her. As before, the offer of the wrench receives a blank look of confusion. This wasn’t anything that she’d planned on dealing with, nothing she wanted. “There must be a way to reverse this, correct?” she asks suddenly, sounding as if she’d take any possible chance they could think of.

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Anna easily opened her arms for the bot that flew to her arms, letting it rest there in the space she provided for it before looking to Syx.. or the woman that Syx currently was in? She didn’t know, it was confusing. She sighed, pushing her delicate fingers through her short black hair, turning her eyes towards her mate’s body.

“I’m sure there is.. we just need to calm down and figure it all out.. together..” she urged, her voice a bit more quite, but still just as calm as it always was. As soon as Syx was close enough, she easily wrapped an arm around his middle, glancing at him a moment.

“There has to be an explanation for it.. perhaps a witch?” she prompted.

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The bot with the wrench nudged ‘Daddy’ plaintively, not understanding why Daddy was ignoring it. With a groan, Syx told Veda, “Would you please just throw the wrench or tell 57 that he’s a good boy? He’s too old to know better and he won’t stop until you do.”

“And dear evil god it had better be reversible!” it was already upsetting enough to him that he couldn’t smell Anna like he was used to, he pulled in closer to her, as if that would help. Addressing his mate, he was struggling to maintain composure, “Maybe? Hot Flash gave me a book about the magic stuff the D.S. has dealt with before. It’s around here somewhere. Not sure if it’ll help, but I know there’s been magic users in the city even before all the multiverse portal nonsense.”

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“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

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“Fine, fine.”

“It’s just off the downtown. A few blocks from the Museum,” he gave her the address, “It has plenty of back rooms. I stop in there fairly regularly.”

“An’ ya really think it’s a goo’ idea ta go headin’ all the way down there?”

“The distance is hardly an issue when no one can see you traverse it.”

“You can’t see it, but I’m pointing to my invisible car.”

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“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”

Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips.

Bell rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her beer, “Metrocity’s IN Michigan, duh. Did the booze go to your head already?”

She waved a hand wildly about at Drago questioning her about the bees, “Because people would expect scorpions, that’s why! It needs to be unexpected,” she stuck out her lower lip in a glower, “Fine beetles then. They at least still fly.”

“Hmmm, yeah. I can break out the metallic paints and they can be all jewel toned and shit. Ha! That’ll be gorgeous,” she flopped back over the armrest as she continued her rambling over future plottings for causing chaos for her amusement to the citizens of the city, “I should get Minion to design an outfit to go with it. The feather cowl just won’t mix with sand.”

-”And the Jar’ Ahar it’s in a mirror of water in the middle of the Desert and nobody cares.” He rolled his eyes like if he could care about the names the people give to the mortal lands. -”Does it look like I could care?” he gestured and raised his eyebrows. No. honestly he doesn’t care.

-”I’m pretty sure people expect a storm of sand in the middle of the City too. It Storm Sand once a week. why would be that odd.” Drago chuckles, finding funny the concept.

the djinn raised a hand and gestured to her to slow down the shit about nerd talking. “Hey hey! I didn’t accept the beer to hear about your hobbies. You’re a criminal and I have some questions for you. “ Drago sips from his beer and leaned back against the back of the couch. -”Who are these guys of Doom…Doom syndicate? That weird thing people has been mentioning lately” Of course Alixon mentioned them, but he wants another point of view. A different perspective.

“Do you even know where we are? Did we move when I wasn’t looking? Otherwise, your confusing sand storms and snow storms,” Bluebell replied with a raised eyebrow. Taking another chug from her beer she waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, mister one track mind.”

“Doom Syndicate is run by Psycho Delic. Tall ass purple guy with atrocious fashion sense. Looks like someone rolled him through a thrift store from the 80s. Mostly he sells drugs. Depending on which one you get it could be hard stuff or not. There’s a few running around? All the doubles and shit. One guy has some bitching clubs,” Bell laughed, “He has a whole crew of other super villains, but the roster changes based on who you get. Either way, they have the mistaken impression of their own power. It’s funny and I just like messing with them.”

“Hi! I’m Dana!” A tiny alien smiled up at him. “How are you?!”

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Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”

“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”

“Dep…wobab.”
Dana smiled up at him and made a little wave.
“I an irken. You…an alien too?”
She tilted her head to the side and smiled wider before grabbing at the cape.
“CAPE.”
The Irken seemed to like the cape.

Megamind frowned with a tip of his head, “Irken? I’ve not heard of that one before,” though if she was listening off alien races, he’d be clueless regardless. He didn’t even know the proper name for his own species.

“Cape yes…” oh no, this one seemed very young. Megamind had always been happy to leave the strange babies to Metro Man, “It’s an essential staple of any villainous costume.”