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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“Earth has never had immortal armies…” Syx trailed off with a slight frown, “Which is a good thing in my opinion. Though what you just described is why I use brain bots. I can have thousands and not need to feed them. They only need to be recharged occasionally.”

“Yes it’s a good thing,” he checked the map again, “This way.”

Turning he wove easily through the crowds, holding out his stolen ticket. He wasn’t going to pay to get in to see his own inventions. Leading the way to his wing, Syx stopped and stared. With a bark of laughter, he gave a whoop and jogged over pointing, “Either they actually do have my stuff in here of it identical enough not to matter!”

He stopped before a massive robotic husk that filled an entire wall. The bot was in a kneeling position and had been stripped of all deadly weaponry by a brain bot team before it had been recovered by humans, but it was still an impressive sight in Megamind’s opinion. Standing it would have been over 20ft, covered in spikes and wielded dual flamethrowers. It still had the dents from the battle with Metro Man covering 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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Syx tipped his head as he contemplated the man next to him, “What you describe sounds like a nation at constant war. War and standing armies drains resources at an alarming rate. It creates a war machine that must always be conquering so as to fill its coffers. An empire that will crumble if it ever loses it’s king or fails to gather the resources to continue to supply its military units,” Syx shook his head as he pushed open the doors of the Museum, “I’m not unfamiliar with war strategy. I just think it’s pointless. It requires too many resources and is far too likely to fail. I take my lessons from history.”

Looking around, Syx slid up to a guest and casually knicked his museum pass. He let the man walk past as the villain browsed the rack of guides. In the line ahead of them the man started cursing his lost ticket to the dismay of his girlfriend.

Pulling one out Syx tapped it with the back of his hand, “Looks like they have an entire Megamind wing, excellent.”

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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Green eyes snapped up to meet Zagam’s full of angry defiance before he wilted with a sigh, “Not this city. Mine… my universe… that one I did control… at least most of,” he sighed deeply and frowned.

“I could send out brain bots and giant mechs. I could cut divots through the city with an orbital laser and devastate everything,” he turned to the man who seemed so focused on war as the only viable option for control, “But what would that get me? Rule over chaos and a city in ruin with now central power or stability. No means of production.”

Rolling his eyes, Syx continued, “I may be a villain but I have no desire to recreate Mad Max. I don’t go for the post-apocalyptic hard on so many people seem to have.”

Remembering the man’s offhanded comment, Syx held up his chin, “And I don’t belong to anyone, they belong to me,” the man may be cute, but there was no way he wanted him to get the wrong impression on that front. Syx in no way trusted him.

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 side eyed the demon beside him. What he feared? Rejection. Anger. Mistrust. Hatred. Disgust. Syx hunched his shoulders defensively. Nothing he would tell this strange man about. Never admit weakness. Never show fear if you could help it.

“I don’t fear demons and I don’t care about the banal sheeple of this city. I have no intention to start a war. This city is mine. I intend to keep it intact. The systems that govern and control it are what I hate. You can’t fight them. Not with violence.”

It would be so much easier in life if people like Metro Man really could just punch out corruption and wickedness, but life didn’t work that way. It wasn’t so simple. Gave him headaches at night to think about 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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A deep frown etched into Syx’s face, “Brainwashing is pointless. Defeats the entire purpose. If you are going to have soldiers then they have to be able to think of their feet. Make there own decisions. Otherwise they’re just useless cannon fodder,” he waved a hand dismissively, “You’re thinking too small scale. It’s better to control what they think of you. Shape how they see the world and you can manipulate the decisions they make for themselves. Politicians make a career doing this.”

It was the whole point of having both Mr. Blue and Megamind. Two worlds, two faces. To shape and manipulate how people saw him. To make sure they only ever saw the masks in public. There were cracks forming now. The game shattering. His plans slipping. All he felt he could do was try and desperately hold onto the shards as they slipped away.

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 blushed hotly, he still called Wayne his nemesis… but the two were lovers as well. That was entirely private, however.

“Just because I threaten to kill him on a regular doesn’t mean I can’t stand him,” he waved off, continuing in a grumble, “Rock spiders aren’t human, so yes I kill monsters. As far as servants… only those I make,” he frowned thinking of the Brain Bots, “I’ve built hundreds upon hundreds over the years…”

He shook his head, “The larger things were in the museum we’re heading to. Or at least ones made by versions of me. I don’t know if they have any of mine in there,” he shrugged.

His Uncles and the blues might be more what the devil here would be asking about, but he wouldn’t mention them. They were protected. His allies and friends. They were part of his real life, not the super villain persona. They would kill for him and he for 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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Syx stopped and looked at the man beside him somewhat startled. He’d been enjoying a day off, relaxed from keeping up appearances… but he was talking to a devil he reminded himself. Dropping into a serious expression he crossed his arms, “Who do you think your talking to?” he held up a hand, “I know I’m hardly the only blue genius in Metrocity anymore. Very well, a proper introduction then.”

Head held high Syx rattled off, “Megamind, criminal genius and villainous mastermind. Nemesis of Metro Man,” he placed a hand on his chest and offered Zagam a truly evil looking grin, “Though if you want for true criminal behavior you’ll have to look under Mr. Blue or the prison yard,” his bright green eyes hard, “They still tell the tales in hushed whispers on the man who’s blood I soaked the yard with.”

Rapists and pedophiles and serial killers, but he’d killed them all. In a blind rage more often then not. He started walking agian, hands in his pockets, “I’m under no delusions about what I am. I’m a civil monster, but a monster none the less.”

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 dear evil gods,” Syx exasperated, “How do I explain villain politics? We aren’t enemies, more like rivals that don’t see eye to eye of a vast number of issues. The enemy of my enemy is sometimes my friend. Other times you want to punch his stupid teeth into his horrible purple face because he’s a crass bastard with no style!” he ranted, smacking his fist into his open palm, “So yes, I much prefer dealing with Flash then I do Psycho. I have a peace treaty with the group anyway,” he rolled his eyes, “Not that it stops his daughter from harassing me constantly.”

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 just shrugged, he knew little about demon’s but he filed the information away to think on later, “Hot Flash, she’s the main fire wielder of the Doom Syndicate. You can’t miss her. Hot pink hair that’s always exciting and on fire,” he waved his fingers over his head as a demonstration, “She’s not bad really, as long as she’s in a good mood. I get along with her better than the others.”

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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“The demon? I have no idea,” Syx frowned trying to recall what the old witch told him since it seemed it would be very relevant now. He closed his eyes, arms crossed and pursed his lips, “Never said where it came from. Messed up Psycho pretty bad, possession of some kind. They kicked it out and it left. Whatever it was it scared Flash enough that she bothered to spread word through the underground and tell me in person,” he glanced at the devil beside him, “That’s all I ever learned of it.”

He pointedly left out large pieces of info including the book on combating magic the witch had given him. Not lying as much as half truths. Show enough cards to continue the game, but never reveal them all.