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“I’m sure you do.” She did herself on realizing where she was, the Brainbots zipping ahead to wait by the entrance of her Lair. “You should know where the entrance is,” Megamind answers simply, already leading him to it on the off chance that the way what he knew was set up was different from her own. In any case, she’d be needed along with for him to get inside.

Her set up was very similar to his own, Syx looked over it as he followed, spotting the subtle differences. It shouldn’t be surprising really, not seeing that blue skin and how similarly she was dressed and behaving. It was unnerving really. In another though Syx found his excitement and curiosity growing. Blue skin. He hadn’t seen blue skin that wasn’t his own since he was eight days old. 

That curiosity brought his steps closer to the female double then he would otherwise have done with someone who was potentially hostile towards him. The larger part of him, though now that he was growing calmer, wanted to see if she smelled right. He wasn’t sure how else to put it, but he remembered his parents smelling different from humans.

While partially distracted by ensuring they’d be able to get inside, Megamind doesn’t consciously notice Syx moving closer at first. Though she does pay some attention, most of her focus is on directing the Brainbots. One of them zips off further into the Lair to alert the other inhabitants that they had a guest if any decided to make an appearance.

When she does turn her attention to the new alien next to her, Megamind at first looks startled by his having stepped closer before quickly disguising that emotion on her face. Not soon enough for it to be fully hidden, however.

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?”

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Syx rolled his eyes, “That’s what I was doing,” he crossed his arms in a huff, “So are you going to keep threatening me in the street for painting graffiti or shall me go somewhere and talk. I have a lot of questions.”

He didn’t like being so exposed as this with his new possible threat, all to aware the cops could be drawn here at anytime. Plus he didn’t want to speak openly where there might be ears.

“I’m sure you do.” She did herself on realizing where she was, the Brainbots zipping ahead to wait by the entrance of her Lair. “You should know where the entrance is,” Megamind answers simply, already leading him to it on the off chance that the way what he knew was set up was different from her own. In any case, she’d be needed along with for him to get inside.

Her set up was very similar to his own, Syx looked over it as he followed, spotting the subtle differences. It shouldn’t be surprising really, not seeing that blue skin and how similarly she was dressed and behaving. It was unnerving really. In another though Syx found his excitement and curiosity growing. Blue skin. He hadn’t seen blue skin that wasn’t his own since he was eight days old. 

That curiosity brought his steps closer to the female double then he would otherwise have done with someone who was potentially hostile towards him. The larger part of him, though now that he was growing calmer, wanted to see if she smelled right. He wasn’t sure how else to put it, but he remembered his parents smelling different from humans.

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Huffing a breath of annoyance despite knowing he had good reason, Megamind rolls her eyes. “You’ll have to learn to be, then.” is her response, one of her Brainbots now hovering at shoulder level.

His own bots moved defensively around them as Syx glared at her. It was a gamble, but he kept his own weapon lowered. Looking her in the eye, green eye to green, he put the de-gun into its holster and raised his hands, “Well he-ro,” he overemphasized, eyebrows raised, “What now?”

Syx seeming to settle down made this easier, Megamind waiting until his de-gun was holstered before lowering hers, meeting his eyes in turn. She’s notably not arguing with the name, not calling attention to his pronunciation. “To begin with, get familiar with this world.”

Syx rolled his eyes, “That’s what I was doing,” he crossed his arms in a huff, “So are you going to keep threatening me in the street for painting graffiti or shall me go somewhere and talk. I have a lot of questions.”

He didn’t like being so exposed as this with his new possible threat, all to aware the cops could be drawn here at anytime. Plus he didn’t want to speak openly where there might be ears.

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“Easy…” This wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with something like this, though seeing it from someone who looked so much like her is still a new occurrence for Megamind. “You were the only reason. Not now.”

It wasn’t as if he was the only person working to contain the man here. The reminder is familiar enough, remembering thinking the same herself before, that she has to fight that memory back down.

“You’ll have to forgive me for not being filled with confidence,” Syx scowled at her. He’d seen nothing but the loss of his carefully tended businesses and more territory taken over by minor gangs. More drugs on the streets. More run down buildings. He’d spent so much effort building in the economy. Improving the quality of life in the slums where he’d taken his territory. It crushed him to see his work undone.

Huffing a breath of annoyance despite knowing he had good reason, Megamind rolls her eyes. “You’ll have to learn to be, then.” is her response, one of her Brainbots now hovering at shoulder level.

His own bots moved defensively around them as Syx glared at her. It was a gamble, but he kept his own weapon lowered. Looking her in the eye, green eye to green, he put the de-gun into its holster and raised his hands, “Well he-ro,” he overemphasized, eyebrows raised, “What now?”

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Finger now resting on the de-gun’s trigger, she’s giving a narrow eyed look to Syx. “No it is not.” Megamind repeats firmly, pulling back on the trigger just enough for the action to be a warning. There’s a grimace on her face after the mention of Psycho Delic, more than familiar with the name. “You’ve had dealings with that one as well, I see.”

The last part is more to herself than anything else, a statement rather than a question.

Syx took a deep breath and tried to calm his temper, he really didn’t want to end up in jail again yet. It would throw of his plans. Taking another breath he held up his hands, “Yes I have dealt with Psycho and I’m the only reason his drugs stay out of the low income school. The only reason this neighborhood used to have a thriving local grocery,” he pointed at an abandoned building, “And low income apartments and streets that aren’t pockmarked! If this isn’t my territory then whose is it? Because they are doing a shit job of caring for the people who live here! The Scotts don’t do shit for this city except make the wage inequality worse. Metro Man is nothing but a pretty face that saves babies from burning buildings. I’m the reason Metrocity was anything and I refuse-,” he felt on the verge of a breakdown. It would be so hard to start over again. His head throbbed, “I worked so hard… to make it good…”

“Easy…” This wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with something like this, though seeing it from someone who looked so much like her is still a new occurrence for Megamind. “You were the only reason. Not now.”

It wasn’t as if he was the only person working to contain the man here. The reminder is familiar enough, remembering thinking the same herself before, that she has to fight that memory back down.

“You’ll have to forgive me for not being filled with confidence,” Syx scowled at her. He’d seen nothing but the loss of his carefully tended businesses and more territory taken over by minor gangs. More drugs on the streets. More run down buildings. He’d spent so much effort building in the economy. Improving the quality of life in the slums where he’d taken his territory. It crushed him to see his work undone.

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“How this!” Megamind waved between the two of them with his free hand, he was jittery, “How are you blue? Why did nearly half my territory disappear? How come the corner shop on Washington is an office building? Just how?” 

He made an exasperated sound, legs twitching, he wanted to pace but he didn’t trust the person in front of him. Behind him one of the older model brain bots bowged. He turned looking at in incredulously, “No she’s not your daddy!” it bowged again, it’s programming to simple and brain too dog-like to understand the difference, “No! no no no! You only have one daddy. Oh dear evil god!”

Both of Megamind’s brainbots move downward, hovering between her and the strange new person now in defensive positions. Syx’s ‘bots not realizing the difference between the two of them has some amusement invading her expression, something she’s not bothering to hide.

“The same reason you are, for starters.” she explains easily, having waited to regain his attention. “And I’m afraid you’re mistaken, none of your territory is here.”

Megamind huffed and scowled at his female double, “It was last week!”

“I’ve spent the last decade carving up this entire city and shaping the underworld in Metrocity! I am NOT having my life work be undone over night!” his voice edged on hysterical. 

This was like some sort of new nightmare. It had taken so long to learn the ins and out of every gang in the city. Build truces, fight for power. Play them off each other. Build his shadow empire. Balance his two personas. Enough to make him feel half insane and keep him up at night.