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She made a low noise in the back of her throat, her head lulling off to face him, her brows furrowing as her confusion only mounted. She tried to focus on him, her vision blurring enough that she was having trouble focusing on him.. and then she had to close a single eye.. why? What in the hell was going on!? She hadn’t even realized that with the shift in angle, blood had began to run over her one eye, keeping the other open to stare at him almost stupidly. 

“….Who’s Lyn?”

Syx paled, “Whose… oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” his eyes blew wide as he stared down at her in horror. Laughing nearly hysterically, he chided, “Very funny, you really got me.”

With her continued confusion he whined, “You’re Lyn… Emmalyn Douglas… your dad is Jimmy… Psycho Delic… I’m Syx? Megamind? Come on,” he pleaded, “This isn’t funny.”

Lyn listened with the same furrow in her brows, her one eye still closed. Her head swam hard enough it made it increasingly difficult for her to concentrate, his laugh piercing through to her head enough that it had her moaning in a very un-Lyn like manner. She always handled her pain well, always kept quiet. 

“..Ow..” she panted weakly, groaning again as she tried to shift. Nope.. moving was a bad idea. “..My name is Emmalyn Douglas?” she prompted, finally figuring out what it was he said to her. “..Why do you call me Lyn then?” her words were colored with pure confusion, a hand coming to her face as if to try to figure out why she was so warm. 

“Lyn is a nick-name…” one that was a bit too personal, but it had slipped out, “Like Emma or Em? A shortened name?” Syx cursed himself. Why was he explaining this why she was bleeding and in pain?

“I’m going to help you, will you let me touch you? Your head has a huge wound in it. It needs to be treated,” he urged.

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The thick accent and obvious pain had Syx dropping character completely, “Damn it, Lyn… you’re bleeding bad,” he reached out gingerly for her again, worry clear on his face, “Are you going to let me help or not?”

Considering what they’d been fighting about, he wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected his help outright, but he still felt compelled to offer it, “I know you ‘heal fast so shut up’, but that’s a lot of blood…”

She made a low noise in the back of her throat, her head lulling off to face him, her brows furrowing as her confusion only mounted. She tried to focus on him, her vision blurring enough that she was having trouble focusing on him.. and then she had to close a single eye.. why? What in the hell was going on!? She hadn’t even realized that with the shift in angle, blood had began to run over her one eye, keeping the other open to stare at him almost stupidly. 

“….Who’s Lyn?”

Syx paled, “Whose… oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” his eyes blew wide as he stared down at her in horror. Laughing nearly hysterically, he chided, “Very funny, you really got me.”

With her continued confusion he whined, “You’re Lyn… Emmalyn Douglas… your dad is Jimmy… Psycho Delic… I’m Syx? Megamind? Come on,” he pleaded, “This isn’t funny.”

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|| @1000liveslived || cont. ||

The world around her slowly came into view. Bit by bit, everything around her came into focus.. the buildings, the sky above her.. and a very very odd looking blue skinned… person? What in the hell was that? Lyn’s ears turned backwards immediately, though the action made her acutely aware of the fact that her head was absolutely pounding with the worst kind of pain, becoming aware of a rather pathetic sounding sound filling the air. It stopped when she swallowed, quickly making her realize it was her that sounded so pathetic.

“…The fuck’er yooou?” she prompted, aware that an accent was thick on her tongue. The combination of pain and the complete lack of memory had the accent she was born with coming forward in full force. It was a sort of variation of Irish, from the sounds of it. As she spoke, she reached up to push whoever the blue man was away from her, growling as she tried to sit up

Megamind froze. He’d slid out of the giant mech he’d been fighting in when he’d heard the crunch. When she’d stopped moving. The fight had been brutal. It always was when they really fought… but he didn’t want her dead. She was… important… and Psycho would kill him. Dropping down, Syx reached for her bloody form, face paling at the sight of the damage. 

Getting suddenly pushed away wasn’t the surprise. They’d been fighting, that was to be expected. The words, though… 

“Ha ha,” he cringed, “Very funny Hell Cat, playing possum is far beneath you. There are far superior ways to fuck with me,” ones that wouldn’t give him a heart attack. 

Lyn had yet to realize that her head was warm because of all the blood that was coming from the head wound, thinking it was mostly because of how much pain she was in.. but then again, she couldn’t figure out why it was she was in pain to begin with. She scowled deeply, her ears shifting to turn back but quickly stopped as she made a noise of choked pain. Damn it that hurt!

“..Right..” she slurred the word past a groan, her eyes fluttering as she let her head rest back again with a low moan. “Still don’t fucking know what you’re talking about…” she grumbled, the different accent still in full force as she spoke. 

The thick accent and obvious pain had Syx dropping character completely, “Damn it, Lyn… you’re bleeding bad,” he reached out gingerly for her again, worry clear on his face, “Are you going to let me help or not?”

Considering what they’d been fighting about, he wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected his help outright, but he still felt compelled to offer it, “I know you ‘heal fast so shut up’, but that’s a lot of blood…”

|| @1000liveslived || cont. ||

The world around her slowly came into view. Bit by bit, everything around her came into focus.. the buildings, the sky above her.. and a very very odd looking blue skinned… person? What in the hell was that? Lyn’s ears turned backwards immediately, though the action made her acutely aware of the fact that her head was absolutely pounding with the worst kind of pain, becoming aware of a rather pathetic sounding sound filling the air. It stopped when she swallowed, quickly making her realize it was her that sounded so pathetic.

“…The fuck’er yooou?” she prompted, aware that an accent was thick on her tongue. The combination of pain and the complete lack of memory had the accent she was born with coming forward in full force. It was a sort of variation of Irish, from the sounds of it. As she spoke, she reached up to push whoever the blue man was away from her, growling as she tried to sit up

Megamind froze. He’d slid out of the giant mech he’d been fighting in when he’d heard the crunch. When she’d stopped moving. The fight had been brutal. It always was when they really fought… but he didn’t want her dead. She was… important… and Psycho would kill him. Dropping down, Syx reached for her bloody form, face paling at the sight of the damage. 

Getting suddenly pushed away wasn’t the surprise. They’d been fighting, that was to be expected. The words, though… 

“Ha ha,” he cringed, “Very funny Hell Cat, playing possum is far beneath you. There are far superior ways to fuck with me,” ones that wouldn’t give him a heart attack.