Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.

“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”

-”I never tried to make others feel comfortable, not with strangers at least. I could be walking in the middle of an Avenue, wearing my real shape, but honestly, some of my parts make my walking a little troublesome, carrying more weight.” He shrugs lightly, keeping his eyes on the pictures that hang front of him. Some of them, hilarious, others, with very evident planned poses. They seemed to be dancing and not fighting. How odd. –

“Mmmm, you sometimes speaks so funny.” Zagam observed, turning to look back to Syx. Smiling softly and absorbing his definition for Salty diets. “There is another explanation. You won’t add salt to a cake. I have to, and yes, maybe a little more salty than a common human diet.”

“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”

“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”

💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

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.

Paige listened quietly as Syx spoke, knowing she wasn’t being helpful.. but quite honestly she was still wrapping her mind around teh fact that the man that she had grown to know for as long as she had was an entirely different person entirely. Part of her still wondered why she was even here yet. Though she knew why…

She had seen his body posture, saw his expression.. he was sincere. There was only one other time she had forgiven a lie.. this would make 2 in her entire life.

“I have a car, and I like Italian, yes. You can buy,” She smiled some, her lips twitching in amusement as she grabbed her purse, the thing she had come here to get to begin with. She straightened, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “You ready to go then?”

“Buying isn’t necessary,” Syx gave her a confused look, “It’s my Uncles. But if you mean you get food because you’re with me, then yes I believe that would be what they call, ‘my treat’,” he rather wished he could double check with Minion about this sort of thing first.

He nodded and followed her, smoothing the high-necked mantle up as his trying to hide his large head. His hunched shoulders only making the cowl stand up more. He felt horribly exposed on the walk to her car.

dancingiidiotically:

syx-blue:

“Sander-what now?” Megamind squinted at her, “I’m a scientist. I don’t do the occult.”

“If you want to talk evil magic, you’re far better off with Hot Flash. Her and the Doom Syndicate are the only magic users living in Metrocity I’m aware of,” he blew out a breath, those elemental users were hard enough to deal with. He really didn’t want to know what she meant by ‘devil magic’ earlier.

“Hot Flash and the Doom syndicate I’ve never heard of such people and it’s Sanderson” Her brows furrow as she speaks a hardness to her tone despite her outwardly nonchalant air, she never spoken this type of way before and it’s somewhat weird to do so now.

But nonetheless she had to speak in some type of tone that she has heard her eldest sister use on many occasions. Sarah looked over the blue man and his fishy robot henchman once more and titled her head to the side. “Thou haven’t seen a black cat around here by any chance?”

Megamind raised an eyebrow at her, it seemed horribly cliche, a witch and a black cat, “Really? Isn’t that a little too on the nose?”

“You’ll have to be more specific regardless. Strays are horrible around here. The brain bots usually chase them off,” he motioned at the flying robots who were curiously circling Sarah from a distance, but growing closer as they became bolder.

dancingiidiotically:

syx-blue:

At Minion’s direction, a brain bot appeared and draped Megamind’s caped mantle over his shoulders. Shifting the spiked leather around, the blue villain brushed the high collar up into place feeling more comfortable already. His shoulders back, he moved with more confidence and he paced the witch. The brain bot nuzzled into his arms for petting.

Stroking the bot’s dome, Megamind mused, “You don’t have any family here then?” he frowned, “Do you have any plans at all?”

He tried to remind himself not to get involved. This wasn’t his mess to deal with. Minion arrived just in time, toting a plate of warm sugar cookies decorated in holiday themes. He leaned down offers the plate towards their captive.

“There you are, Miss” Minion beamed, ever the helpful and bubbly hench-fish.

Shaking her head once more, Sarah replied with a sad tone to her voice. “I don’t have any family here whatsoever, Thou see all the family that I had ever had were all in the town of Salem but now all that family art gone. First it had been mother, devil rest her evil soul” She stopped then, letting her words trail off just as Minion reentered the room the nice smell of the sugar cookies drifting right towards her.

She threw a fleeting glance in Minion’s direction and she allowed what once had been a very faint smile to rise upwards a bit wider taking one of her hands from the book she took just one of the cookies from the plate choosing the one that was shaped like a black cat which reminded her of the boy she and her sisters had transformed into a immortal black cat the night they were hanged back in the 1600′s and the same cat who stopped their plans 21 years ago to this very night with the help of a child and two teenagers.

“I Thank thee” She commented before she took a bite out of the cookie she swallowed before she spoke again. “This is delicious thy a wonderful cook”

“Oh thank you!” Minion replied brightly, “The secret is al-”

“Don’t tell her all of our secrets!” Megamind hissed, glaring at his loose-lipped friend.

“-mond extract,” Minion finished, giving the blue man a sidelong look, “I highly doubt she’s going to dupe our evil plans based on my cookie recipe, Sir.”

“First it’s cookies, Minion! Next, it will be the secrets of DNA extraction!” Megamind flailed his arms around as he paced, “You mustn’t let them worm their way into your weak-willed mind.”

Minion let out a long watery sigh, “If you say so, Sir.”

Spinning back around to their captive, Megamind pursed his lips, “Well you can’t stay here. I live here,” he narrowed his eyes at her, he won’t be able to live with himself if he knew she was going to be sleeping on the streets, “I’m a super villain, not a charity.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

His attention now completely on the gorgeous woman under him, Syx cupped her cheeks as he kissed her, his tongue tracing Anna’s lips as it sought entrance. Sliding his hands down her lean form he began to strip off what little clothing she did have on. Pressing his bare chest against hers with a blissful sigh, “Anna~”

She opened for him easily, her tongue tangling with his with passionate desire. She eagerly lifted her hips from the couch to free herself from the confines of the clothing.

“Syx..” she breathed, arching to him, “Please.. please I need you..”

With her pants gone, Syx hitched her legs over his thin hips. His tentacle sliding eagerly along her folds as he continued their tongue war. The slick mobile dick adding it’s lubrication to her pussy. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it and pulling. His hands smoothing over her sides as he growled, “How do you want me?”

💙 (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.

Syx let out a breath and nodded, “Just have to… figure out transportation…” he honestly had no idea where the invisible car had been left in his haze and was certain the holowatch/communicator was in the car. He might own a cell phone, but Minion didn’t. Nor did the lair have a landline.

As he fussed around to gather the pieces of his costume he’d shed in his delirium last night, he explained, “Minion, he’s not on camera much. We keep him more behind the scenes. Fish in a gorilla suit?” he prompted.

Paige made a soft noise as she pressed her lips together some as she hummed a bit, trying to think about if she would have ever seen something like that. “…Aaaaaaaah. No. No I have no idea who you are talking about,” She informed Syx, shifting.

“Either way, I really don’t care where we go to eat .Seriously. Just.. yeah. Pick one.”

Seeing as she was utterly unhelpful with assisting in suggesting a means of transportation or anything else, Syx tucked all his things back on his person and began hunting for a phone. Finding it, the blue villain scowled at it for a long time before dialling up one of his uncles. He decided against taking her back to the Lair. It would be far harder to get there without the car and at this point, he feared how she’d react to Minion.

“It’s Blue. Hit it rough on Purple Smoke’s turf. Had to crash for the night. At Green Gee’s now, yeah. Nah, he skipped out of the joint last month,” Syx slipped into his street slang as he spoke softly to his uncle, “Need food, for me and a friend, any trouble? If it was Minion, I would have said Minion. No, she works for Uncle Mickey. Okay, yeah, see you in twenty.”

Looking back at Paige, he shrugged, “We’re walking unless you have a car. I don’t know where mine is. I hope you like Italian.”

💤💤

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.

The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.

He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!

Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”

Megamind hummed in agreement as he took the paper and slipped it into a hidden pocket. After a moment’s thought, he bit his lips and sighed.

Leaning down he took a pen and drew a sideways 6 a piece of paper so it looked more like as eye. Tapping it he told here, “I can get you a plaque or something, but just put this but in blue somewhere by the entrance or bar. Think of it as one of those security company logos and if someone does rob you, tell me. They won’t do it again.”

Any of the criminals in the area he held knew Mr. Blue/Megamind or would learn that name very fast.

Emma watched him in what it was he did, her head tilting curiously as he drew a 6 onto the piece of paper. She listened quietly as he spoke, nodding slowly to show that she was at least following along despite the time. She slanted a look up at him, examining him with a long look for a moment before taking a deep breath, her fingers closing over the paper.

“..I’ll do that..” she assured him quietly, though couldn’t help but wonder what kind of issues it would bring by having that on her door. She wouldn’t voice those.. she would accept his generosity without complaint. “Thank you.”

Letting out a breath, Megamind nodded, “Your assistance was appreciated,” he was certain he could have gotten it himself, but she had saved him a lot of time and effort.

Smoothing his cape back around him, he headed back toward the door, “Ciao, ciao, I’ll take you over the Hell Cat any day.”

📚

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

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

@syx-blue

“What in the world…” finally he recognized what the swell of her stomach must mean, “Oh? oh. OH!”

“Uh… congratulations?”

“Took ya long enough ta figure i’ ou’.”

As for the congratulations, she had some doubts about his sincerity.

“I don’t have much cause to find myself around pregnant women.”

💙 (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.

“Soooo…” Syx trailed off, unsure what should come next, “Well I don’t know about you but I’m starving?”

He’d only woken up shortly before and hadn’t had dinner before passing out here, “Minion is an excellent chef?”

Paige paused, taking her hand back and smoothing it over her clothing in more of a nervous action than anything else. “Minion?” She frowned shifting in spot with a soft furrow of her brow.

“Well.. I guess I don’t really care where we go to eat. Wherever you want is fine..” She managed a small smile, “I’m starving too, so some food sounds perfect.”

Syx let out a breath and nodded, “Just have to… figure out transportation…” he honestly had no idea where the invisible car had been left in his haze and was certain the holowatch/communicator was in the car. He might own a cell phone, but Minion didn’t. Nor did the lair have a landline.

As he fussed around to gather the pieces of his costume he’d shed in his delirium last night, he explained, “Minion, he’s not on camera much. We keep him more behind the scenes. Fish in a gorilla suit?” he prompted.

💤💤

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.

The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.

He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!

Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”

His wide grin at the excitement of getting a clear licence plate number faded slightly at her comment. Narrowing his eyes, he replied, “Careful pussy cat, I know all your weaknesses.”

Not truly brought down he bounced up, clasping his hands together, “Now let’s just hope that they were stupid enough not to use a stolen Van and it’s actually registered to something useful!”

Both brows raised at his statement, looking over at him as her lips twitched just a bit. “…Right. Because I’m so scared…” she drawled. His words had definitely sparked an irritation in her, making it hard to remember that she was supposed to be staying neutral and not trying to piss of super villains.

“Yes.. lets hope your luck keeps going. If they’re stupid enough to get caught on camera, I’m sure they’re the foolish kind all around. Good luck, dude,” She wrote the plate number down for him before closing the computer down entirely

Megamind hummed in agreement as he took the paper and slipped it into a hidden pocket. After a moment’s thought, he bit his lips and sighed.

Leaning down he took a pen and drew a sideways 6 a piece of paper so it looked more like as eye. Tapping it he told here, “I can get you a plaque or something, but just put this but in blue somewhere by the entrance or bar. Think of it as one of those security company logos and if someone does rob you, tell me. They won’t do it again.”

Any of the criminals in the area he held knew Mr. Blue/Megamind or would learn that name very fast.