Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

Syx bit his lip as Zagam said that, oh enjoying biting could have wonderful connotations. His eyes darkened a but despite how he tried to keep his mind from wandering to other thoughts, “I might enjoy that too.”

“Ah, I mean…” he looked away, looked up at the devil, “See you then,” a small smile playing at the corner of his lip, “And I seem to have that affect on everyone. The confusion.”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

“Like the watch? They’re different of course, the watch is hard-light projection, combined with the invisibility field that I use on the car. My security on Evil Lair is just a normal hologram that hides the physical door. I’ll leave it open for you, otherwise, you’d never get through the bio-scan,” Syx rattled off then gave him a wry smile, “I’ll have to call the Brain Bots off and reset their protocol after you get there. It requires a bio-scan. Just watch out for the teeth, they’re rather playful.”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“Ah… I’ll keep that in mind,” Syx smiled wryly at his mistake, “It’s in the industrial district. An old fire station,” he gave the street address, “It’s covered in graffiti, but the wall you’re looking for will be marked with a sideways blue six and ‘go away’,” he narrowed his eyes, “I’ll put out the entrance mat too… the door is holographically camouflaged.”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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Syx bit his lip, if he brought this man to the Evil Lair he’d need to run it by Anna and Minion first. It would be easier in a more neutral location… maybe at one of the secondary lairs. He’d just need a bit to have one freshened up a bit from its disuse as anything other than storage. But the one he had in mind was fairly well stocked for emergency use.

Making a mental note of what he’d need to have the Brain Bots do in prep, Syx told the devil before him to location. This way he wasn’t giving out his main home… just in case. Looking at Zagam with a more appreciative eye as he got used to the gothic horned angle look, he hummed, “Next Friday evening? Dinner and I’ll show you my toy collection,” he said mostly referring to his stored bots and inventions, “Deal?”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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Syx rubbed his hands over his face, “I highly doubt that’s what they will think. Metrocity’s cops in my experience are horrible racists.”

This whole situation was to beyond his control and it was getting horribly stressful. Syx preferred to go into the unknown armed to the teeth. As it was he was twitchy, every shout or scream hand his hand resting on the handle of his de-gun.

Trying to keep a calm outward demeanor, Syx eyed the odd man beside him, getting used to the changed appearance, “Toto, is it? I am rather fond of dogs and those horns could hardly be more dangerous than petting my brain bots’ around their spikes.”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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Syx hummed in thought as he looked around them, “Well hardly any point in this now,” he spun the watch and revealed his true appearance again, “And no, I don’t really trust you. We’ve only just met. I’d be a fool to trust you so easily.”

Still, he moved a bit closer to the devil. He didn’t have the same trust that Zagam did that the cops wouldn’t just open fire when they showed up, “If I’m Dorthy, what does that make you? Glinda?”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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Syx hesitated, batting his side for his de-gun to assure himself, “Metro Man might show up first but the cops always come afterward. I really have no intention of going to jail today. I have plans.”

Moving along beside Zagam, he continued, “I normally don’t go into a fight with Metro Man unless I’m prepared. I’m hardly a match for him without my tech,” he admitted as he waved a hand at all the destroyed robots on display, “Even the idiot cops I won’t fight without backup. That’s why I built so many bots. One on one? I’ll win easily. I can’t fight even five at once, though. I’m not super human, just intelligent.”

And part of being smart was knowing when to run away.

“I’m correct in guessing those are limitations that a leader of hell armies doesn’t have when faced with normal humans?” the blue man surmised, “If you get me arrested for your amusement, I won’t forgive you,” he warned.

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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Syx lost his breath as Zagam changed before him, green eyes growing wide. He couldn’t help the touch of fear that laced through him at the claws so near his throat. He tried to take everything in without moving his eyes too much, unblinking as he locked eyes with the devil.

As Zagam stepped back, Syx licked his dry lips, “Wings? So you can fly then?” shoulders back he masked his uncertainty and fear at what he’d gotten himself into, “I see what you mean about seamless transformation.”

He looked around them for the reaction of the idiot sheeple of the city, it was strange to him to not be the focus of the hushed gasps and stares as they tried to work out an appropriate reaction to what they’d seen. He was fairly certain the screaming would start soon.

“Well if we want to avoid Metro Man,” Syx cringed, “We’d best be leaving now.”

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“Hmmm… no, but then most people look to my sugar intake the same way they’d look at adding salt to strange things,” Syx shrugged.

Walking to the next part of the exhibit. It featured a large statue of Metro Man holding him up by the neck. The blue man cringed at the sight of it. Returning to the earlier part of the conversation he tipped his head, “What sort of parts do you have that don’t fit into standard clothing? Are you… like a werewolf or something? Or… wait you said devil. You don’t mean the whole hoofed foot thing is right, do you? I always figured that was as fictitious as unicorns.”