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All rules she recognized, save the last. Megamind had used them herself. “Of course, those are fair enough.” She’s watching Syx carefully; at least that much had survived between worlds.

“Avoiding anything with underhanded health effects, as well.” Being poisoned once had been more than enough, and Megamind wasn’t willing to repeat the experience. Even at the hands of one of her doubles.

Syx blinked, “I never use poisons,” he cringed, “Psycho does too much of that. My only research into them has been more to combat his. Besides anything airborne or water born is too hard to control. It would be far too easy for it to accidentally effect noncombatants or have long lasting and unforeseen consequences.”

Hearing that is more than a relief, not bothering to hide that reaction from showing on her face. Though Megamind is careful to avoid calling attention to just what sort of experience she’d had with something similar. “Good. I had been hoping you’d say that.”

Pursing his lips Syx looked around the other Megamind’s lair, trying to think of anything else they needed to cover, “So… I suppose the only remainder is who are your protected people? So I don’t accidentally go after any of your loved ones. Do you have Uncles or Aunts too? Lovers?”

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Syx nodded, “The rules Wayne and I have used for years are thus: No going after family. No danger to non-combatants. Miss Ritchi is never put in real danger. No harassing or fights unless provoked. No busting into the Lair. Respect for privacy. No implicating non-combatants in illegal activity resulting from the game. No more than one fight per month. Everyone involved may call Time-Out. Time-Out will be respected by all parties.” 

He paused at the last bit, eyeing the blue hero, “This part was more unspoken than explicitly stated, but Wayne always turned a blind eye to my efforts to clean up the areas the cops can’t touch. The cops don’t go into these neighborhoods and you know it. Someone has to do something and punching a few muggers all vigilante style doesn’t do shit.”

All rules she recognized, save the last. Megamind had used them herself. “Of course, those are fair enough.” She’s watching Syx carefully; at least that much had survived between worlds.

“Avoiding anything with underhanded health effects, as well.” Being poisoned once had been more than enough, and Megamind wasn’t willing to repeat the experience. Even at the hands of one of her doubles.

Syx blinked, “I never use poisons,” he cringed, “Psycho does too much of that. My only research into them has been more to combat his. Besides anything airborne or water born is too hard to control. It would be far too easy for it to accidentally effect noncombatants or have long lasting and unforeseen consequences.”

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Syx swung his legs and huffed a sigh, “Alright then,” he rubbed his temples, “You are a hero I take it? I’m not even going to question how that works,” he couldn’t imagine ever being accepted by the citizens, not like he was, “But if you are and even if you aren’t, I feel the most pertinent discussion is going to be the rules of the game. Acceptable?” 

Here was something familiar, her relief and irritation being replaced with a more serious expression. “Very acceptable. Your side first, I suppose.”

No point in Megamind denying the obvious truth of which side she was on.

Syx nodded, “The rules Wayne and I have used for years are thus: No going after family. No danger to non-combatants. Miss Ritchi is never put in real danger. No harassing or fights unless provoked. No busting into the Lair. Respect for privacy. No implicating non-combatants in illegal activity resulting from the game. No more than one fight per month. Everyone involved may call Time-Out. Time-Out will be respected by all parties.” 

He paused at the last bit, eyeing the blue hero, “This part was more unspoken than explicitly stated, but Wayne always turned a blind eye to my efforts to clean up the areas the cops can’t touch. The cops don’t go into these neighborhoods and you know it. Someone has to do something and punching a few muggers all vigilante style doesn’t do shit.”

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Syx frowned, “As far as I know everyone I knew is here, or rather that ‘my universe’ appears to have been invaded by yours or well this multi thing anyway,” catching her concern he groaned, “Oh fuck,” he dropped his face into his hands, “There’s going to be more than one Doom Syndicate now isn’t there?” 

“Unfortunately, with some of the group.” Having only encountered or heard rumors of barely a handful having alternates, the relief over not having to deal with the entire group in multiple incarnations is slight, considering who Megamind was familiar with.

Syx swung his legs and huffed a sigh, “Alright then,” he rubbed his temples, “You are a hero I take it? I’m not even going to question how that works,” he couldn’t imagine ever being accepted by the citizens, not like he was, “But if you are and even if you aren’t, I feel the most pertinent discussion is going to be the rules of the game. Acceptable?” 

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Syx wandered over to find something to sit on and rubbed at his face, suddenly exhausted. He summed up, “So you’re me. There are more then one Wayne Scott and Roxanne Ritchi now. There is a multi-verse thing going on. But wait! There must be more then just the two of us because I’m surprised and you’re not. You’ve done this before, correct? Of course I am. Dear Evil God! This is going to be a nightmare,” he grimaced, “I’ll have to warn Wayne about this too. The bumbling idiots bound to blunder into something and make a mess of it,” as much as he chided the hero, Metro Man wasn’t actually stupid, but he also wasn’t likely to ask as many questions as Syx was.

One of the more adventurous Brainbots hovers closer once Syx is seated, Megmaind herself continuing to stand. She’s quiet, letting her double work himself through the situation he was now in before speaking up. “Yes, I have, and it’s not just them there are more than one of.” Unfortunately, in some cases, a flash of irritation passing over her face in the case of one of them.

As far as his Wayne went, that topic caught her attention. “Then yours is here as well?” Interesting. Something she’d have to alert Metro Man to if the other hero didn’t already know.

Syx frowned, “As far as I know everyone I knew is here, or rather that ‘my universe’ appears to have been invaded by yours or well this multi thing anyway,” catching her concern he groaned, “Oh fuck,” he dropped his face into his hands, “There’s going to be more than one Doom Syndicate now isn’t there?” 

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Syx shook his head, “This is just getting trippy now,” he waved his hand around, “This could easily be one of my Evil Lairs over the years. Hell parts of it look identical,” he looked at his counterpart, “How is this,” he waved between himself and her, “Even possible?”

“That I’m still working to figure out.” With everything else, however, that particular project didn’t get as much focus as it should have and Megamind knew it. “From what I do know, however, part of it is related to multiverse theory.”

Syx crossed his arms looking around then back at her, “So you really are me then? Or a version of me?” he frowned, “I want to ask for proof but I suppose I’m standing in it…” he sighed then bit his lip, “Does that mean you have a Metro Man and a Roxanne too? Or…” he looked at his very obviously female counterpart, “Are they not the same?” how much did his life differ from the woman before him.

“Yes, I am.” Whether he wanted to hear that or not, from what Megamind had found it was true. “And naturally, of course. They’re both as you remember them.” For the most part; the differences between her Roxanne and his were likely rather obvious.

Syx wandered over to find something to sit on and rubbed at his face, suddenly exhausted. He summed up, “So you’re me. There are more then one Wayne Scott and Roxanne Ritchi now. There is a multi-verse thing going on. But wait! There must be more then just the two of us because I’m surprised and you’re not. You’ve done this before, correct? Of course I am. Dear Evil God! This is going to be a nightmare,” he grimaced, “I’ll have to warn Wayne about this too. The bumbling idiots bound to blunder into something and make a mess of it,” as much as he chided the hero, Metro Man wasn’t actually stupid, but he also wasn’t likely to ask as many questions as Syx was.

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Syx shook his head, “This is just getting trippy now,” he waved his hand around, “This could easily be one of my Evil Lairs over the years. Hell parts of it look identical,” he looked at his counterpart, “How is this,” he waved between himself and her, “Even possible?”

“That I’m still working to figure out.” With everything else, however, that particular project didn’t get as much focus as it should have and Megamind knew it. “From what I do know, however, part of it is related to multiverse theory.”

Syx crossed his arms looking around then back at her, “So you really are me then? Or a version of me?” he frowned, “I want to ask for proof but I suppose I’m standing in it…” he sighed then bit his lip, “Does that mean you have a Metro Man and a Roxanne too? Or…” he looked at his very obviously female counterpart, “Are they not the same?” how much did his life differ from the woman before him.

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Syx reached out to rub the dome of one of her Brain Bots, his own moving to play with them now that they were is familiar territory. Others moving to explore the area. Turning to his female counterpart Syx sighed, “This is all going to be a headache isn’t it?” his exhaustion showing heavily now that he was calm.

“Most likely.” Megamind wasn’t going to mince words about that, watching as the mixed group of Brainbots begin playing with each other. That at least was hopefully a good sign.

Syx shook his head, “This is just getting trippy now,” he waved his hand around, “This could easily be one of my Evil Lairs over the years. Hell parts of it look identical,” he looked at his counterpart, “How is this,” he waved between himself and her, “Even possible?”

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At her look Syx realized how close he was and stepped back quickly, blushing. He refocused on looking around at her base and her creations. He tried to cover but in the end asked softly, “You really are… like me though?”

“Of course I am.” Megamind answers easily, recovering from her surprise enough to respond. One of the Brainbots that hadn’t been outside hovers closer, inspecting the newcomer curiously.

Syx reached out to rub the dome of one of her Brain Bots, his own moving to play with them now that they were is familiar territory. Others moving to explore the area. Turning to his female counterpart Syx sighed, “This is all going to be a headache isn’t it?” his exhaustion showing heavily now that he was calm.