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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“Hard to walk? So… you actually change shape then? It’s not just an illusion like mine,” Syx hummed in thought, “How does that work?”

“Actually you do,” Syx corrected, “I’ve watched Minion plenty of times before he kicked me out of the kitchen. Cakes normally have…” he squinted his eyes as he looked for the memory, “About a small spoon of salt in them.”

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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As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.

“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”

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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“Normally there would be lots of screaming or shouting,” or at the very least nervous looks. Now he only seemed to get them when he was in full villainous wardrobe. It was still taking some getting used to. Syx stuffed his hands in his pockets, a soft smile playing across his face as Harrison was mentioned, recalling his pleasurable meeting with the other blue man. The other part, though, “You have other shapes?”

At the suggestion of coming over for Minion’s baking, Syx blinked. Would he want that? Yes… that might be very nice indeed, “If you do… I am under standing orders from Minion to inquire as to any dietary needs you have.”

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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“Back at Evil Lair baking or being a worry wart more than likely. He gets out less then I do,” Syx frowned lightly, concerned flashing across his face at the thought, “And no… it’s fine. It’s just… I’m not really used to this yet… before I came to the multiverse this,” he waved a hand to indicate being out in public like they were, “I didn’t really do this ever and the hologram generator I only recently got small enough and realistic enough to be a viable disguise option.”

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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“Of course. He’s family. How could I not love him?” Syx looked up at Zagam unsure where this line of questioning was going. Minion was beyond precious to him; if anything ever happened to Minion… Syx wasn’t sure he could survive it.

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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“There better company than most of the idiots in this city,” Syx said with the same air as someone who owns and loves far too many cats. Letting the conversation fall to Minion, Syx hesitated, not sure how open he should be with this stranger… but the conversation was nice and Zagam seemed genuinely interested in everything… so…

“It’s complicated… he’s family. My best friend. He’s also my guardian and caregiver. But he also acts as my henchmen. It rather defies being locked into a standard human relationship definition,” Syx shrugged, it’s just the way we’ve always been, from the first day he was handed to me.”

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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“Never alone. I did tell you I have a legion of Brain Bots,” Syx arched an eyebrow, “But no, I could never do all of this without Minion. He’s… my companion. We’ve always been together,” it was hard to even describe what Minion was to him. His fish was everything. Minion was home.

Syx looked over his various creations in an array of destruction, letting slip, “Besides it’s easy to make them when they are made to be destroyed.”

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 couldn’t help but bark out a laugh before covering his mouth, “Oh I hid something inside of it!” the hollow center of it had proved to be a fun hidden place for a quick tryst with his nemesis in the middle of battle. The danger of being caught had made it all the more thrilling, “The horn was the point of an EMP that disrupted the surrounding electrical devices that weren’t properly insulated. I piloted it from the top but it had it’s own onboard A.I. as well. A true A.I. unlike the Brain Bots which are actually cyborgs.”

Oh, he was doing it again. This was the problem he always had with Roxanne, having too much fun talking about his inventions and showing them off. But this wasn’t breaking villain rules, these were already used after all and he wasn’t in threat of getting blindsided or thwarted.

“That one had worked out rather magnificently if I do say so myself,” the servers for the First Bank of Metro City that had been in range had never caught onto just how many of their records he’d had altered while they were trying to restore their systems. He’d made out quite handsomely ass while getting his ‘ass kicked’ by the hero once again.

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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“Oh I stripped the power core out of it after the battle, it’s deactivated. It was a good fight, though,” Syx sighed with a happy grin, “I would take a lot of work to make this one come back to life again. It’s mostly just scrap-metal and memories now.”

Without even turning, Syx knew just what Zagam had seen, “Nooooooo it’s not a unicorn. It’s the Equestrinator! That spike is bigger than the others for balance,” his voice was that of someone who’d had to repeat that far too many times.

Truth be told, he was very aware of what he’d built and that was half the fun. Shouting puns and hidden jokes back and forth with Metro Man and Miss Ritchi. It had only gotten better when she’d realized that it was a joke. He’d miss it when it was all gone. The large creations around him filling him with nostalgia for an ending era.

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