glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“Heh… Well… technically? I mean-” Syx fluttered his hands about wildly “-I do keep escaping. Warden said I was up to…” he looked up in thought, “99 life sentences? Destruction of property, disruption of the lives of Metrocity’s sheeple, death threats against the city’s hero…” he ticked off on his fingers, “there was was a public indecency accusation in there somewhere but that was total rubbish. I wasn’t the one who was naked, Metro Man was. Yes. I caused it, but how was I supposed to know that was going to happen?”

“But mostly I’m in Ultra Max solitary for the escaping part,” he shrugged. He’d always just assumed that was common knowledge.

Paige looked to Syx with a blank expression, watching him as he attempted to explain away whatever it was that he did. Perhaps it was fairly common knowledge what he did, though Paige was still having a hard time connecting Syx to the Megamind that she actually heard about. Granted, she thought Megamind had been some big, elaborate joke that was going on for too long and too far by some man that really needed a reality check. Luckily enough, Paige never did have a problem with admitting when she was wrong. 

Even still, she sighed and rubbed her hand over her face, careful to not catch her piercings before looking at him again, “…Well then,” She mused slowly, “This is… certainly a lot,” She admitted, chuckling almost breathlessly. “Too bad its a bit too early for a drink just yet,” She teased. 

Syx rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh, “Yeah… I won’t hold it against you if you do anyway,” he shrugged helplessly.

Freddy returned at that point, “Here you kids go. Ain’t gonna be like any quiche you ever had before, I guarantee. Eat up before it gets cold.”

Grinning wish pride, he laid down the plated slices. The quiche was in a perfect tart shell with bacon, fire roasted tomato, asparagus, the egg perfectly fluffy, and utterly dairy free for Syx. He served it with potato wedges coated in seasoning and garlic and fresh orange juice. 

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“You know… the good bad,” Syx gave a helpless sort of shrug and waved a hand as he spoke, “Not I’m going to murder you, evil, just…” his gaze wandered to the direction his Uncle had left by, “The sort of bad where you have to decide between following the law or surviving.”

With a look of faint confusion, he tried to explain what to him seemed obvious, “Good bad is taking care of your family and protecting your people. It’s not giving up just because some jerk sheeple in a fancy suit tells you that you’re worthless. It’s rejecting the faulty ethics of a corrupt city where everything is stacked against you and making a life despite it,” he waved his hand around at the restaurant around them, “It’s surviving despite the law, and the government, and the corrupt cops, and the hateful assholes. It’s not letting them turn you into something you’re not. Not giving into them.”

He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers, “I… haven’t always been able to hold to that idea as closely as I’d like… but I always shoot for good bad and not evil bad,” because he felt like that might need clarification as well, he added, “Evil bad, not bwahaha I’m evil, like I do, but like… serial killers and murderers and sadistic thugs. True evil is the people who don’t give one fuck who they hurt. Not just that they don’t care, they enjoy it.”

His eyes were hard and distant, “In prison terms… if you know those? Good bad is min-sec, white collar or those that got jailed for drug possession or minor theft. True evil is ultra-max. None of my Uncles were ever higher than medium,” he bit his lip and looked back to his hands, “You’re already sitting with the only person in my extended family to ever be in max.”

Paige was quiet as Syx obviously struggled with whatever it was that he was trying to convey to her, brows slightly furrowed as she began to tap her tongue ring against the roof of her mouth without thought. She did listen to what he was saying, though she found his explanation a bit odd. Weren’t they all trying to make a life despite what the government tried to do? Weren’t they all stacked against…? It was something she certainly felt about herself, having gained a bad set of cards from the very beginning of her life. Struggling with an abusive household that held a hint of neglect, Paige had been surviving from the very moment she could walk… 

All through his explanation she didn’t interrupt him, letting him talk as he saw fit, trying to figure it out in her own mind as he attempted to explain it. While it certainly shed some light on how it was this man thought, it still confused her to think that so many people in this world were apparently this… good bad combination? She certainly felt as if she was, but she had done nothing actually illegal in the process. Did that make her just good? She wasn’t entirely sure, and quite honestly the entire ordeal was giving her a headache. 

Though his admission that he was in max prison had her frowning, brows furrowing, “Max? I thought you said you were good bad? Why would they put you in max prison..?” she was so damn confused, and that was evident in how she was looking to him. Didn’t he just say that true evil got the max? He wasn’t true evil though, that much she was for certain. She had lived with evil, lived with a cruel man… from what she saw, even on the news, Syx was not cruel. 

“Heh… Well… technically? I mean-” Syx fluttered his hands about wildly “-I do keep escaping. Warden said I was up to…” he looked up in thought, “99 life sentences? Destruction of property, disruption of the lives of Metrocity’s sheeple, death threats against the city’s hero…” he ticked off on his fingers, “there was was a public indecency accusation in there somewhere but that was total rubbish. I wasn’t the one who was naked, Metro Man was. Yes. I caused it, but how was I supposed to know that was going to happen?”

“But mostly I’m in Ultra Max solitary for the escaping part,” he shrugged. He’d always just assumed that was common knowledge.

glittergcld:

@syx-blue

“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.

“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”

Looking to Syx as he spoke, she had to work to not fidget herself, though she was certainly more at ease now that it was just the two of them rather when his uncle had been around. She listened to him.. and while she did believe that the food would be good, she wasn’t so sure that this entire thing was a good idea now. Not because of Syx himself, but because of how touchy and gruff Freddy already showed himself to be. Syx’s words had confusion coloring her expression however, brows furrowing a bit as she regarded him. 

“..Uhm… not really,” she spoke with an almost apologetic look. “How can you be a good bad..? Isn’t that kind of contradictory?” She paused when she realized what she was saying and who she was saying it to.. well shit. 

“You know… the good bad,” Syx gave a helpless sort of shrug and waved a hand as he spoke, “Not I’m going to murder you, evil, just…” his gaze wandered to the direction his Uncle had left by, “The sort of bad where you have to decide between following the law or surviving.”

With a look of faint confusion, he tried to explain what to him seemed obvious, “Good bad is taking care of your family and protecting your people. It’s not giving up just because some jerk sheeple in a fancy suit tells you that you’re worthless. It’s rejecting the faulty ethics of a corrupt city where everything is stacked against you and making a life despite it,” he waved his hand around at the restaurant around them, “It’s surviving despite the law, and the government, and the corrupt cops, and the hateful assholes. It’s not letting them turn you into something you’re not. Not giving into them.”

He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers, “I… haven’t always been able to hold to that idea as closely as I’d like… but I always shoot for good bad and not evil bad,” because he felt like that might need clarification as well, he added, “Evil bad, not bwahaha I’m evil, like I do, but like… serial killers and murderers and sadistic thugs. True evil is the people who don’t give one fuck who they hurt. Not just that they don’t care, they enjoy it.”

His eyes were hard and distant, “In prison terms… if you know those? Good bad is min-sec, white collar or those that got jailed for drug possession or minor theft. True evil is ultra-max. None of my Uncles were ever higher than medium,” he bit his lip and looked back to his hands, “You’re already sitting with the only person in my extended family to ever be in max.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.” 

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either. 

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety. 

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile. 

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything. 

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.” 

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either. 

Paige inhaled sharply at the slap to her back, immediately drawing her shoulder blades closer, tucking her head back a bit and taking a step forward as if she were trying to get away from the touch, the flinch immediate. She skittered around to Syx’s other side, her hands wringing together in an open show of her sudden intense rise of anxiety. 

She watched him carefully as the chair was pulled out, giving him a quick and an emotionless smile as she slowly moved to sit down.. except she never took her eyes from Freddy. “…thank you Fred..” she murmured the words quietly, looking to Syx only when they were alone, visibly relaxing with a small smile. 

“..He’s.. boisterous..?” She tried, phrasing the words more like a question than anything. 

“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.

“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”

@glittergcld

1000liveslived:

syx-blue: 

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks. 

When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?” 

Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”

“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.

Paige seemed amused with what it was she was seeing and hearing as Syx knocked on the door, smiling just a bit as he did so. Though as soon as the door was opened to the massive man, she immediately tensed and withdrew almost entirely. She placed a polite smile on her lips, one she used when she needed to deal with people like this at work. 

“..Part of the gang?” She prompted, her tone a bit more reserved even as she followed them both into the door, looking around wearily. She tried to not fidget with everythign that was happening, her heart picking up in her chest despite the friendly nature she saw between the family. 

“Uhm.. I’m fine with anything..” She assured Freddy with a quick passionless smile. 

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.” 

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.