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. 

“It may surprise you to know, but I don’t do this every day either,” Syx raised a brow at her, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as her dramatic eye rolling, “Maybe… we start over? I could… properly introduce myself? Or do we just… pick back up like I just popped in to say hi instead of crashing here because I was too exhausted to make it home?” his fingers traced over his wrists, still nervous of the idea of someone else touching them, seeing them.

Paige watched him a moment, not missing how his fingers ran along his wrists as if tracing some line that she was too far away to see. She didn’t mention it though, blowing out a breath in a manner that blew her cheeks out a bit. “Well? How about we do both?” She prompted, uncrossing her arms to take a couple steps towards him. 

“I’m Paige,” she greeted, trying for a smile. She was trying.. she was trying so hard for this. She really could understand why he would lie to her, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he had. 

Blinking at her quick acceptance of his proposal, Syx scooted forward in the chair and thrust out a gloved hand at her to shake, “Syx Megamind Blue. It’s nice to meet you, Paige.”

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. 

Syx rubbed his face feeling horribly awkward and he curled up in the chair, “Where you we even go from here?”

He hadn’t ever pictured this as a possible outcome. Hadn’t envisioned what he could possibly do or say. Feeling wholly unprepared he let out a soft laugh, “Well I suppose this means tattoos are no long out of the question.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes in an almost dramatic fashion, one that was a bit more out of character from how she generally acted around him before. “..Hell if I know,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Its not like I do this all the damn time,” seh added, motioning over towards him. 

She was quiet for a moment, the slight twitch of her lips making it clear she was trying to not smile at what he said. “You don’t really have any excuse to not get one now, no,” She agreed, chuckling softly.

“It may surprise you to know, but I don’t do this every day either,” Syx raised a brow at her, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as her dramatic eye rolling, “Maybe… we start over? I could… properly introduce myself? Or do we just… pick back up like I just popped in to say hi instead of crashing here because I was too exhausted to make it home?” his fingers traced over his wrists, still nervous of the idea of someone else touching them, seeing them.

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. 

Taking the bottle of water, Syx unscrewed it and drank greedily. He’d barely realized how dehydrated he’d been. Whipping his mouth he glanced back at Paige, shoulders hunched, “I’m sorry that… I gave you a false impression of me,” he looked away, unwilling to see the hurt and accusations that would surely be on her face, “This is why… why I couldn’t get a tattoo. It wouldn’t have worked with the holowatch activated. And if I turned it off… well… this,” he waved his hand about, finally glancing back towards her.

She hadn’t done any more screaming or shouting. That was a good sign. He knew not everyone hated him, but most did. In a city of thousands, he’d only ever had his Uncles and the Blues. Such a tiny handful. It was hard… trusting someone new.

Seeing how his shoulders hunched forward, seeing how he wouldn’t keep his gaze on her, as well as other smaller body language cues she saw, she could see just how honest he was being about his apology. She had long ago learned how to pick up on body language, living in the house she had lived in. She always watched for the changes that would signal her Father’s displeasure… and that habit never went away. 

Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her pink hair, feeling as if she couldn’t get her perch, couldn’t find her balance again. “..The holowatch?” she sounded frustrated, not knowing exactly what to believe. 

She always felt as if she were a sensible woman.. until she came to this city. Stupid Metro City.. shaking her head, she opened her brown eyes to look at the alien, her lips pressed together in a thin line. 

“…What the hell am I supposed to think about this?”

“Holographic disguise. It’s hardly like I can just use makeup to avoid standing out. Not with his head,” Syx waved at his overly large dome. Drawing patterns on the water bottle he kept his eyes on his lap, “The safe thing to do would not associate yourself with a dangerous escaped convict and known super villain.”

He risked a glance up at her, “But I would miss seeing you.”

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. 

“Pity- it’s not a-” Syx started before bitterly scowling at the floor, “I like it this way. This is fine,” it was fine. It couldn’t be any other way.

He watched her disappear to get the water. Fidgeting around he took off his mantle and cape, dropping them to the floor. Oozing back into the chair, he was just so tired and sore.

Paige used the moment she was alone to figure out just what in the hell was going on. Speaking with him, she was able to at least figure out why it was that he lied to her.. while she still hated lying, she could understand why. Because holy shit, if she saw him walk in like that? No fucking way. She still wondered just if everything was true.. if all of it was a lie or not.. he said he had truly been here to see her, but was that just another lie? 

Sighing, Paige returned with a bottled water, moving over to where Syx had come. There was a certain weariness to how she carried herself now, her lips pressed together in a thin line as she handed it over. “Here..” she murmured the word softly

Taking the bottle of water, Syx unscrewed it and drank greedily. He’d barely realized how dehydrated he’d been. Whipping his mouth he glanced back at Paige, shoulders hunched, “I’m sorry that… I gave you a false impression of me,” he looked away, unwilling to see the hurt and accusations that would surely be on her face, “This is why… why I couldn’t get a tattoo. It wouldn’t have worked with the holowatch activated. And if I turned it off… well… this,” he waved his hand about, finally glancing back towards her.

She hadn’t done any more screaming or shouting. That was a good sign. He knew not everyone hated him, but most did. In a city of thousands, he’d only ever had his Uncles and the Blues. Such a tiny handful. It was hard… trusting someone new.

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. 

Giving her an utterly baffled look Syx came back with his own question, “I. Am. Blue. Not huuuu-maaaan. Would you have ever even talked to me if I looked like this the first time we met?” he couldn’t even walk down the streets without screams and looks, “And a super villain in case you forgot. I can’t exactly prance openly through the streets,” he waved his leather and spike covered arm dramatically.

Crossing his arms and closing in on himself he admitted, “Of course I came to see you…” she always made him long for ‘what if’, “But that doesn’t change anything does it?” nothing had ever changed since his school days, “I’m still just the blue freak.”

At first, Paige felt a pang as he spoke, unsure of just how to react to what it was he was saying. She sighed heavily as he crossed his arms, reaching her hand up to scrub at her face in an almost frustrated manner. How in the fuck was she supposed to react to that!? 

She looked at him from between her fingers, her expression weary before dropping her hands. “..Alright, alright, quite your pity party..” She grumbled, pushing from the counter she leaned against. 

“You said you wanted a water, right?” She prompted, even as she went to get it. 

“Pity- it’s not a-” Syx started before bitterly scowling at the floor, “I like it this way. This is fine,” it was fine. It couldn’t be any other way.

He watched her disappear to get the water. Fidgeting around he took off his mantle and cape, dropping them to the floor. Oozing back into the chair, he was just so tired and sore.

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. 

Rubbing his forehead, Syx growled, “Do I look like I showed up for friendly chat?” setting his jaw he raised his chin in defiance, “No I don’t expect you to ever speak civilly to me again, but that doesn’t change the facts. Who do you think protects this shop? Keeps it from getting robbed in this god awful neighborhood? Who’s Uncle you work for?”

He knew this would come. Always knew. He only cursed himself that she would likely quite and leave his uncle without his best artist. Looking away from her accusing eyes he told her, “You… can just leave if you want. I’ll explain what happened to Uncle Mickey. You won’t lose your job… he’ll write you a reference if you prefer…“ or he’d forge it is Uncle refused.

Paige often wondered that herself.. and despite the fact that it was in a shitty neighborhood it STILL had some of the better artists she had seen.. and quite honestly this place, in her mind, had been a single step on the ladder she had in her mind, she still loved where she worked.. so leaving certainly wasn’t on her mind.. unless.. 

“..Considering you’re asking me those questions, its not that damn hard to fucking figure out, Jesus..” she grumbled, looking away as her finger tapped on her bicep again. Clasping her hands together, raising both fingers up to press to her lips in a manner that spoke of the patience she was trying to gather up as she gathered her thoughts. 

“…Did you ever truly want to be around me.. or was all of this as much of a lie as… whatever the fuck you did to change how you look..?” she asked the words quietly. She wouldn’t tolerate another lie.. and if the rest of it had been just as much of a lie as who he really was, she was gone

Giving her an utterly baffled look Syx came back with his own question, “I. Am. Blue. Not huuuu-maaaan. Would you have ever even talked to me if I looked like this the first time we met?” he couldn’t even walk down the streets without screams and looks, “And a super villain in case you forgot. I can’t exactly prance openly through the streets,” he waved his leather and spike covered arm dramatically.

Crossing his arms and closing in on himself he admitted, “Of course I came to see you…” she always made him long for ‘what if’, “But that doesn’t change anything does it?” nothing had ever changed since his school days, “I’m still just the blue freak.”