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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Despite the nearly overwhelming desire to press all the buttons, there was a smaller part that seemed a bit odd to her, keeping her back and making her rethink it. Okay so maybe she could press ONE button. 

“Can I come up there?” She asked, looking up at Syx hopefully

Syx leaned over the consul and offered her his hand, the spider bot dipping low to the ground. He waggled his eyebrows at her, “What’s stopping you Tiger?”

A bright smile lit up ‘Emma’s’ face, reaching for his hand. Accepting the strength in his hand, she hauled herself up and into the bot, careful to not bump anything. Because she was being careful, she had stepped close to Syx’s side, her eyes wide and curious as she looked around. 

“This is so different..!” She murmured, her hands ghosting along the air just above all the controls. “..Can I push one?” She asked, grinning a goofy smile at him

With a hum of pleasure Syx moved around behind her and pressed himself close. He took her hands and guided it the the controls used to steer the bot.

“I can show you how to drive it if you want,” he purred in her ear.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Laughing at the name and Syx’s dramatics, ‘Emma’ reached forward and patted the closest leg she could reach, “What can it do?” she asked, “And what kind of bickering do you do? I mean.. it seems kind of more something you would use to fight rather than argue with?” She raised a brow, looking a bit confused at what he told her. 

“Its really cool though. You built this yourself?” She clarified, despite already knowing the answer to that particular one. 

“I find it really helps to make your point when you have a giant laser pointed at someones head during an argument,” Syx hit a switch and brought the large cannon up to point over his shoulder, laughing heartily, “And yes I built it. Well Minion helped,” he conceded.

Despite the nearly overwhelming desire to press all the buttons, there was a smaller part that seemed a bit odd to her, keeping her back and making her rethink it. Okay so maybe she could press ONE button. 

“Can I come up there?” She asked, looking up at Syx hopefully

Syx leaned over the consul and offered her his hand, the spider bot dipping low to the ground. He waggled his eyebrows at her, “What’s stopping you Tiger?”

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syx-blue:

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Ducking off to an adjoined room Syx urged her to stand still, “Wait right there!”

Jogging forward he clamored up a metal girder and under a tarp. There was a click and a whir before the whole thing shifted and the tarp slid off revealing the car sized mechanized creation. Syx sat inside the bot, surrounded by levers and buttons, on it’s eight legs he piloted it over the shifting debris and stood it in front of ‘Emma’ grinning widely. The large bot had a similar bear-trap jaw of his brain bots but had  nine glowing red eyes as it tipped to look down at her, hunkering low on it’s legs.

Syx leaned forward and affectionately patted the ‘head’ of his creation in front of his dash, “This is the Speiiiider Bot,” he drawled out goofily, “I never found a use for it in a battle, but it comes in very handy in my bickering with the underworld. Yes you do.”

Laughing at the name and Syx’s dramatics, ‘Emma’ reached forward and patted the closest leg she could reach, “What can it do?” she asked, “And what kind of bickering do you do? I mean.. it seems kind of more something you would use to fight rather than argue with?” She raised a brow, looking a bit confused at what he told her. 

“Its really cool though. You built this yourself?” She clarified, despite already knowing the answer to that particular one. 

“I find it really helps to make your point when you have a giant laser pointed at someones head during an argument,” Syx hit a switch and brought the large cannon up to point over his shoulder, laughing heartily, “And yes I built it. Well Minion helped,” he conceded.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

‘Emma’ laughed as she watched the bots rush after the wrench, jumping when she felt the nudge of another that carried a hammer. She felt a rush of .. something. She wasn’t sure what, when Syx cooed at the being, seeing the gentle side tot the blue man. 

Taking the hammer, she smile and tossed it, watching as the bot raced after it, her expression gentle and almost tender as she moved over to Syx’s side. “This is all really cool.”

A blush colored Syx’s cheeks, “Ah… thank you,” with an awkward laugh he tried to cover his embarrassment at the soft compliment and took her arm, “Come on, I wanted to show you the Spider Bot,” he told her excitedly.

The black haired feline smiled, his excitement fueling her own at just seeing the new thing, being able to learn more about it. “Okay!” she said excited, happily moving so that she was a bit closer to him, following him as if were the most natural thing for her

Ducking off to an adjoined room Syx urged her to stand still, “Wait right there!”

Jogging forward he clamored up a metal girder and under a tarp. There was a click and a whir before the whole thing shifted and the tarp slid off revealing the car sized mechanized creation. Syx sat inside the bot, surrounded by levers and buttons, on it’s eight legs he piloted it over the shifting debris and stood it in front of ‘Emma’ grinning widely. The large bot had a similar bear-trap jaw of his brain bots but had  nine glowing red eyes as it tipped to look down at her, hunkering low on it’s legs.

Syx leaned forward and affectionately patted the ‘head’ of his creation in front of his dash, “This is the Speiiiider Bot,” he drawled out goofily, “I never found a use for it in a battle, but it comes in very handy in my bickering with the underworld. Yes you do.”

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Syx glanced up at his cloud of index cards, “Yeah, it helps me keep track of what I’m doing, see the big picture.”

They were all well above head height, ladders and stools scattered around his space indicated the blue alien’s method of interacting with his mass of planning walls and the cloud. A hoard of brain bots flew past causing the cards to ripple and spin. Laughing as they spun around them Syx picked up a wrench, waving it at them before throwing it. It was brought back immediately with an eager excitement. One on the bots nudging ‘Emma’ and holding a hammer in its mouth.

“He wants you to throw it,” Syx grinned, “Careful though, eight is my oldest little devil, aren’t you? No bitey Tiger now. Play nice for Daddy,” he cooed at his creation.

‘Emma’ laughed as she watched the bots rush after the wrench, jumping when she felt the nudge of another that carried a hammer. She felt a rush of .. something. She wasn’t sure what, when Syx cooed at the being, seeing the gentle side tot the blue man. 

Taking the hammer, she smile and tossed it, watching as the bot raced after it, her expression gentle and almost tender as she moved over to Syx’s side. “This is all really cool.”

A blush colored Syx’s cheeks, “Ah… thank you,” with an awkward laugh he tried to cover his embarrassment at the soft compliment and took her arm, “Come on, I wanted to show you the Spider Bot,” he told her excitedly.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Emma sniffed, rubbing at her nose, “..I’ll try?” She offered, the words incredibly lackluster. She definitely would’t be making him any promises. At all. She quickly drained the last of the lemonade, setting it on the tray. “Thank you Minion,” She chirped with a sincere, warm smile. 

Trotting to catch up, her tail curled about behind her in her excitement, “So why is it dangerous?” She prompted, so she at least knew what she was getting herself into 

“Because many are highly unstable, unless you like getting electrocuted,” Syx raised an eye brow at his dark haired tiger, “I’m not going to show you any of the actual weapons, but this place is filled with them,” he lead her to his main workshop area. Draft boards littered the space. A drafting desk sat under a cloud of small fluttering cards hung on red string from the rafters. A large curtain wrapped across the room to make it feel warmer and more homely.

‘Emma’ chuckled, the black haired feline following him about. She nearly spoke, when they came into the workshop. Beginning to prowl around it as if she were taking stock of the area, looking at the individual objects.. she felt as if there should be a million questions rattling off her tongue, but none came to her. 

“..This is really neat..” she murmured, looking to him. “Is this your think cloud you told me about?” 

Syx glanced up at his cloud of index cards, “Yeah, it helps me keep track of what I’m doing, see the big picture.”

They were all well above head height, ladders and stools scattered around his space indicated the blue alien’s method of interacting with his mass of planning walls and the cloud. A hoard of brain bots flew past causing the cards to ripple and spin. Laughing as they spun around them Syx picked up a wrench, waving it at them before throwing it. It was brought back immediately with an eager excitement. One on the bots nudging ‘Emma’ and holding a hammer in its mouth.

“He wants you to throw it,” Syx grinned, “Careful though, eight is my oldest little devil, aren’t you? No bitey Tiger now. Play nice for Daddy,” he cooed at his creation.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Syx laughed easily and took up a glass himself, “Well if you do we’ll just have to find a way to burn off that energy,” he waggled his eyebrows at her.

“I can give you a bit of a tour while we both cool off,” he downed his glass and gave it back to Minion, “No touching though unless I say it’s alright. Most of this stuff is very dangerous or experimental,” he started off slowly waiting for her to follow, today he was wearing just tight black pants and a tank top. He had over the elbow gloves but they were spikeless.

Emma sniffed, rubbing at her nose, “..I’ll try?” She offered, the words incredibly lackluster. She definitely would’t be making him any promises. At all. She quickly drained the last of the lemonade, setting it on the tray. “Thank you Minion,” She chirped with a sincere, warm smile. 

Trotting to catch up, her tail curled about behind her in her excitement, “So why is it dangerous?” She prompted, so she at least knew what she was getting herself into 

“Because many are highly unstable, unless you like getting electrocuted,” Syx raised an eye brow at his dark haired tiger, “I’m not going to show you any of the actual weapons, but this place is filled with them,” he lead her to his main workshop area. Draft boards littered the space. A drafting desk sat under a cloud of small fluttering cards hung on red string from the rafters. A large curtain wrapped across the room to make it feel warmer and more homely.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Emma was a very fast learner, making small, minor adjustments each time she got tagged, and she tagged in return. Her eyes shone with the challenge of it, her body hummed with the physical assertion she hadn’t had in some time.. she really needed to find something like this to keep herself fit. 

Finally, after some time, she called a stop, taking a deep breath as she laughed breathlessly, “This is so much fun,” she laughed again, wiping at the sweat on her brow.

Syx rolled his shoulders and stretched after tossing his foil toward a brain bot who caught it and started playing with it, “Oh very much so!”

Minion wandered out to their sparring area with a plate of chilled lemonade, “I thought you might need something to cool down, Sir,” the fish smiled brightly flashing his sharp teeth from his tank in the large robotic gorilla suit. 

Emma grinned, “Okay, so short break and another round? Or can you show me those prototypes you said I could look at!?” She looked so delighted at the idea of it. She was eager to learn everything, and to know how it worked.. 

“Oh! Hey Minion!” She chirped, trotting her way towards the robotic suic that housed the fish in a graceful, dance like manner. 

“Looks amazing. If I go into a sugar high I’ll blame you,” She grinned broadly as she took up her cup of lemonade.

Syx laughed easily and took up a glass himself, “Well if you do we’ll just have to find a way to burn off that energy,” he waggled his eyebrows at her.

“I can give you a bit of a tour while we both cool off,” he downed his glass and gave it back to Minion, “No touching though unless I say it’s alright. Most of this stuff is very dangerous or experimental,” he started off slowly waiting for her to follow, today he was wearing just tight black pants and a tank top. He had over the elbow gloves but they were spikeless.

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

Syx took a ready stance, he’d already been sans helmet since they wouldn’t fit over his head. He laughed heartily, “One of the men I knew from prison, a friend of my Uncle Tony, he had a mean right hook. Especially if you nicked his cigarettes.” 

Grinning he waited for her to be in place before lunging forward with a quick jab. Each bout only lasted a few thrusts and jabs before someone got tagged by the flexible blade.

Emma was a very fast learner, making small, minor adjustments each time she got tagged, and she tagged in return. Her eyes shone with the challenge of it, her body hummed with the physical assertion she hadn’t had in some time.. she really needed to find something like this to keep herself fit. 

Finally, after some time, she called a stop, taking a deep breath as she laughed breathlessly, “This is so much fun,” she laughed again, wiping at the sweat on her brow.

Syx rolled his shoulders and stretched after tossing his foil toward a brain bot who caught it and started playing with it, “Oh very much so!”

Minion wandered out to their sparring area with a plate of chilled lemonade, “I thought you might need something to cool down, Sir,” the fish smiled brightly flashing his sharp teeth from his tank in the large robotic gorilla suit. 

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The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered. 

As she neared him Syx brought his fencing foil up and tagged her in the shoulder, “Ha!” he shook his head brushing off the blow, “You don’t hit half as hard as Two-Tooth,” he told her, sidestepping and trying to avoid that look in her eye, “Hit me with a rusty chain and I might care.”

The villain had mastered the prison yard early in his career before they stuck him in solitary. Being tiny and slight of frame he’d taken it upon himself to pick fights with the largest men in the yard and learn to kick their asses soundly. 

Emma balked, her demeanour changing to one of mischievous intent. “Oh you little shit,” She grinned, dancing away and bending to grab the foil up where she had dropped it. “You act as if I know who Two-Tooth is,” She stuck her tongue out, not bothering with the face cover this time as she moved for him again, concentrating on what he had taught her so far

Syx took a ready stance, he’d already been sans helmet since they wouldn’t fit over his head. He laughed heartily, “One of the men I knew from prison, a friend of my Uncle Tony, he had a mean right hook. Especially if you nicked his cigarettes.” 

Grinning he waited for her to be in place before lunging forward with a quick jab. Each bout only lasted a few thrusts and jabs before someone got tagged by the flexible blade.