Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

“Because you obviously aren’t me! Oh god this is going to be like some horrible science fiction b-plot isn’t? Oh dear god!” Megamind glared accusingly at her, “I do NOT need my life to be any more complicated!”

Seeing the setting on the other’s gun was the same as his own, he lowered de-gun slowly, “How?”

“And I suppose I should just allow mine to become more complicated instead?” Megamind shoots back, still watching Syx closely and keeping a careful grip on her de-gun even as her double lowers his. Only lowering her own when she feels more comfortable doing so, which takes a little longer, she keeps it at the ready despite that.

“How what, exactly?” He really was new to this whole business, it seemed.

“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!”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Megamind narrowed his eyes at the woman, his gun didn’t move from her, “Intruding? This is my territory!” his eyes slid across her nearly identical brain bots and de-gun, “How?” the confusion palpable in his voice, “This… has to do with the anomalies, doesn’t it?”

A deep frown set onto his face as he eyed his counterpart, “Who are you? You can’t possibly expect me to believe…” his face paled, “Please don’t be a clone. They can’t have been that stupid.”

“Megamind, clearly,” is the frist question she answers, not hiding her response to the situation. Still keeping her de-gun trained on Syx, Megamind isn’t likely to lower it until being certain that he wouldn’t try anything. “Though why that is the assumption you’re going to make…”

Trailing off there, she sounds insulted as well, not asking yet who he’d meant by ‘they’. It was clear that whatever Syx meant, it was a potential threat.

“Because you obviously aren’t me! Oh god this is going to be like some horrible science fiction b-plot isn’t? Oh dear god!” Megamind glared accusingly at her, “I do NOT need my life to be any more complicated!”

Seeing the setting on the other’s gun was the same as his own, he lowered de-gun slowly, “How?”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

One oh his brainbots dropped down to him bowging, Megamind turned to it in confusion, “What? Let me see.”

Running through it’s video feed he saw the strange brainbots. Fuck him sideways, they looked like his, but he knew ever one of his bots. Frowning he waved #53 off to return to guard duty. Barking out, “You and you,” he pointed to #112 and #99, “Go scout and assess the situation.”

Tapping his watch he brought up Minion, “Code: things are weird.”

“Code: Sir that’s a very unhelpful description,” the watch chirped back.

When the female double appeared #112 and #99 circled her as the very loyal and dog like #53 who was noticeably more decorated then the others dropped near Syx’s shoulder with a confused bowg.

“What trickery is this?” Megamind murmured, green eyes going wide. His de-gun appearing in his hand in a flash and pointed at his female double, “Explain yourself impostor!”

As soon as Syx’s de-gun is drawn Megamind has her own trained on him in return, held in one hand tightly and set to de-hydrate as a matter of course. She isn’t taking any chances, and this particular version of herself’s reaction pushes away the last bits of doubt that they might not be new in the city.

“You’re sadly mistaken if you think I’m an imposter.” she retorts, equally bright green eyes watching Syx warily. “Considering you’re the one intruding, you explain first.” One of the Brainbots that accompanied her has it’s eye-stalk focused on him as well, the other keeping an eye on the unfamiliar ‘bots that are surrounding her.

Megamind looks irritated; the past year or more had been quiet, things having settled somewhat, and now everything looked to be starting again.

Megamind narrowed his eyes at the woman, his gun didn’t move from her, “Intruding? This is my territory!” his eyes slid across her nearly identical brain bots and de-gun, “How?” the confusion palpable in his voice, “This… has to do with the anomalies, doesn’t it?”

A deep frown set onto his face as he eyed his counterpart, “Who are you? You can’t possibly expect me to believe…” his face paled, “Please don’t be a clone. They can’t have been that stupid.”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

The first indication that Syx wasn’t going to have an easy time retagging the area is an additional pair of Brainbots, hovering above his own group and surveying the ongoing scene. One of them sending an alert to the woman who’d built them, giving her time to investigate the issue for herself.

Megamind’s response is at some delay, having been checking on one of her own in-progress projects when the signal had arrived; when she does realize something was going on impotant enough to have been called in, she’s immediately on her way to see what was going on herself.

Letting Minion and Roxanne both know she’d be back soon, she herself is in a similar costume when she appears, a look of annoyance stamped on her face. That the person involved is familiarly blue doesn’t surprise her, though their behavior does. So far, none of the others had tried anything like this. Wary because of it, one hand is resting on the handle of her de-gun as a precaution.

One oh his brainbots dropped down to him bowging, Megamind turned to it in confusion, “What? Let me see.”

Running through it’s video feed he saw the strange brainbots. Fuck him sideways, they looked like his, but he knew ever one of his bots. Frowning he waved #53 off to return to guard duty. Barking out, “You and you,” he pointed to #112 and #99, “Go scout and assess the situation.”

Tapping his watch he brought up Minion, “Code: things are weird.”

“Code: Sir that’s a very unhelpful description,” the watch chirped back.

When the female double appeared #112 and #99 circled her as the very loyal and dog like #53 who was noticeably more decorated then the others dropped near Syx’s shoulder with a confused bowg.

“What trickery is this?” Megamind murmured, green eyes going wide. His de-gun appearing in his hand in a flash and pointed at his female double, “Explain yourself impostor!”

Blue Paint

Megamind handed up another can of spray paint to the waiting brain bots. Things were getting ridiculous. There had been a growing number of strange occurrences and anomalies around Metrocity. Things finally seemed to have settled, but they settled wrong. The city wasn’t how he expected it to be. There were buildings where there hadn’t been before, one’s he thought should be there were gone. He’d begun reconfirming with contacts and he’d found most… but he’d also spoken to a shop keep that normally sold to him and Minion and the man had just groaned ‘not another one’. What the fuck was that suppose to mean? Either way he wasn’t loosing the territory he’s so painstakingly fought for. It was hard enough to run the complex and shifting underworld as it was, he didn’t need more headaches.

With that in mind, Megamind set out to retag is territory. His mark not for himself as a super villain, but as the self proclaimed over load of Metrocity’s underworld, Mr. Blue. His mark that of a stylized signature, a blue 6 turned on it’s side to look like an always watching eye. He went out in full costume however. It was a very blatant rumor that Megamind worked for Mr. Blue and Syx did his best to make sure no one further connected the shadowy overlord with the flashy and easily defeated super villain Megamind.

A brain bot behind him carried a bag of empty cans as he shook another blue can and started spraying. He’d chased of some teens earlier with a glare and dehydrating their bike. It might have been the gun more then the glare, but he was very proud of his death glare. With a sigh he started in on his twentieth tag of the night, the five brain bots with him either doing their own tagging, watching for trouble or holding bags of cans.

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