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 licked his lips, gauging how to answer, “Not friends no, we’re rivals really. It’s the gang Psycho Delic runs. It’s a joke if you ask me, but don’t piss off the fire bitches unless you like to be ‘well done’. The hell cat daughter of his doesn’t take a joke well and Hot Flash just thinks burning things is fun,” he shrugged again, not bothered about potentiality causing them trouble, “Only heard second hand, but they drove one off a few years ago.”

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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Sucking in a breath Syx became over animated as he moved to cover his nerves. Never show fear. Far better to act like you know what you’re getting into. Moving purposefully forward again, he shrugged, “The Doom Syndicate fought one once to my knowledge.”

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 slowed to a halt, blinking owlishly at Zagam, “Demons…? You jest surely…”

He’d only heard tales of demons from Hot Flash… never met one. He’d thought he’d know… and this one new Harrison… this was the demon Harrison was afraid of?

Oh SHIT! Syx’s face paled, the hologram mimicking 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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“I’ve only begun to look into it myself, but it would be a poor kept secret to say that Metrocity isn’t nearly pulling itself apart at the seems. Have you even looked at it?” Syx shook his head, “Duplicates of powerful and unique individuals, more magic and supernatural forces… This is nothing like my version of Metrocity. It appears to be pulling things in. I don’t have a separate city anymore,” he waved his hands around them, “My city was warped into this. One day I was just running into strange anomalies and odd readings. The next entire sections of the city had changed and I ran into an alternate version of myself!”

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 shrugged, “It’s hard to lose old habits. It wasn’t so long ago that being blue in public meant that every pig in the area would point a gun at me,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked, “And not mine as in he’s not married to my Metro Man. The whole multi-verse thing just makes things confusing and complicated. Though for some reason there the vast majority of the duplicates seem to revolve around me or people close to me. I can only conclude that it must be my fault somehow, being the hyper-intelligent alien with a habit of making things that defy human science. A version of me likely caused this at some point. But it’s impossible to ever really know,” he was admitting a lot, but nothing that wasn’t easily found out or assumed. So he wouldn’t worry 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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Syx beamed at the reaction and did a little spin, “That’s the whole point, blend in and not be noticed. Just don’t mess with the afro, it’s not real.”

He was much calmer now that he wouldn’t be drawing attention for being blue. Looking around to orientate himself he tipped his head towards the heart of the city and where he’d noticed what he assumed was the museum, “His mate? I’m going to assume you met Harrison’s husband then. I know he’s mated to a Metro Man. Just not mine. And yeah the sheeple are constantly showering the dolt with gifts and praise. I swear he couldn’t do anything wrong if he tried,” he rolled his eyes and blew out a breath, “It’s obnoxious. Not really his fault though.”

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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“Surely you’ve at least heard of Metro Man?” Syx raised an eyebrow at Zagam, “The city’s shining heroic defendor? They have statues of him and everything,” he snorted. Wayne was gorgeous but Syx was forever grumpy about the universal praise the sheep of the city heaped upon the man.

“I must admit I’ve been curious about the museum myself…” Syx trailed off and bit his lip, “But I couldn’t go like this. I can fix that though,” making the decision to show off he winked and twisted his watch face. A shimmer of blue light covering him before he was replaced with a human visage of a dark skinned man with a similar goatee but sporting a wild mane of black hair that took up about the same space his large dome did.

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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“Well I’ve never been in the museum myself, actually I doubt they’d let me in. At least not looking like myself,” Syx snorted, “I’m sure it’s been dedicated to the muscle bound idiot,” it didn’t matter that he was in love with Metro Man, he was still an idiot. Syx waved a hand dismissively, “It’d only be the old broken stuff in there anyway.”

Shifting nervously Syx glanced around them, hyper aware of any attention his blue skin might be attracting. Biting his lip he glanced back up at the man, “I’m Syx Blue, my name that is,” he felt so awkward but he forced himself to stand straighter, “Yours?”

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:

The little bot twirled and bobbed, the A.I. was simple but Syx always made his bots playful and the little creation enjoyed the attention.

Syx laughed awkwardly, “If I brought out any of my larger creations I’m afraid it would shut down the block and draw unwanted attention,” he rocked on his heels, “Quite a bit of my old stuff has been collected over the years, I believe I heard they were going to make a museum?”

He frowned lightly, “I think the museum might already exist now…” though it was likely filled with a different Megamind’s work, he was still struggling to fully wrap his head around the multiverse thing.

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 at that, “I would call them toys but I doubt the city does,” he looked out around them, it still made him nervous being out without being disguised. He was twitching to turn his watch on, not that anyone seemed to care about him being blue, “Normally the things I make are… on a much grandeur scale,” he did like showing off though, lived for it really.