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1000liveslived:

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. 

His sass had her brown eyes narrowing fractionally, her lips pressing together. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she was silent before she shifted. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the counter and began tapping her finger on her arm, simply waiting for an explanation.. mostly because she had no fucking idea what to say 

“Fuck it…” hefting a sigh Syx eased himself up and slumped into the chair again. Melting into it, bone weary with exhaustion, he wondered in an almost pleading tone, “If you are just going to stand there… could you at least get me a glass of water? Please?”

Even if Syx asked nicely, Paige didn’t move, didn’t take her eyes off him. Now that she could properly think, she was realizing several things all at once.. and none of them were good.

“..So what, you think you can just lie to me for all this time, and then come in here like we’re pals? Like you want to see more than just my art?” She threw his words at him, her finger stilling on her arm to grip tightly at her bicep. 

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.

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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. 

Keeping one eye on her, Syx tried to get his bearings on the room around him, “Am eye? How strange. I wasn’t aware,” he replied flatly, “What I have is a headache. Please don’t scream anymore.”

From his spot on the floor, the blue man drew his legs up. The size of his head making him seem far skinnier. Focussing on just breathing, he at least doubted he was in physical danger with the tattoo artist. 

His sass had her brown eyes narrowing fractionally, her lips pressing together. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she was silent before she shifted. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the counter and began tapping her finger on her arm, simply waiting for an explanation.. mostly because she had no fucking idea what to say 

“Fuck it…” hefting a sigh Syx eased himself up and slumped into the chair again. Melting into it, bone weary with exhaustion, he wondered in an almost pleading tone, “If you are just going to stand there… could you at least get me a glass of water? Please?”

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. 

“Wha…” Syx blinked at her reaction, his blue face going pale. Looking down at his spike gloved hands he his, “Oh shit! Don’t look at me!”

Scrambling up to his feet he looked frantically for his watch and failing that to hide. Finding no options in the small room and with his heart hammering, Syx slumped back against the cupboards. Eyeing her wearily, he tentatively responded, “Y-yes?”

Paige watched as the alien sprang to his feet, looking visibly frightened.. or at least what the woman took for fright. She could see his unease as clear as day, and it only added to hers. She didnt’ believe right now that it could possibly be Syx, that it was the man who she had befriended.. 

Until he answered her, looking at her with those same green eyes she had become accustomed to. 

“…Holy… fucking… shit…” she breathed, staring at him in disbelief. “..I.. aaaaahh… you’re blue..” 

Keeping one eye on her, Syx tried to get his bearings on the room around him, “Am eye? How strange. I wasn’t aware,” he replied flatly, “What I have is a headache. Please don’t scream anymore.”

From his spot on the floor, the blue man drew his legs up. The size of his head making him seem far skinnier. Focussing on just breathing, he at least doubted he was in physical danger with the tattoo artist. 

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 jerk awake violently at the scream, heart racing. Falling bodily out of the chair, he hit his head on the way down, “OW! My giant blue head!”

Curled over, he cradled his cranium on the floor, “damnit,” coming out in a soft whisper. Straightening and looking toward the source of the scream, the blue alien tried to recall what had even happened last night. His memories where haze and disjointed, the bags under his eyes showing how badly he’d slept.

Finally recognizing the woman before him. He must have come to see his Uncle Mickey. It made more sense than the vague recollection of being chased by living shadows and haunting looking mannequins. He murmured, “Oh… heeey… Paige, I don’t suppose you know how I… got here?”

Giant blue… what? Oh dear God.. 

Paige stared at Megamind in obvious shock, her light brown eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. She didn’t really care that she was staring at the man.. the man who her mind was beginning to realize sounded a whole lot like Syx… and his eyes? 

“..Syx..?” She managed to croak out, her breathing shallow “..But.. I..” she shook her head, closing her eyes against the oddity that she saw before her. “No.. no impossible. You just sound like him.”

“Wha…” Syx blinked at her reaction, his blue face going pale. Looking down at his spike gloved hands he his, “Oh shit! Don’t look at me!”

Scrambling up to his feet he looked frantically for his watch and failing that to hide. Finding no options in the small room and with his heart hammering, Syx slumped back against the cupboards. Eyeing her wearily, he tentatively responded, “Y-yes?”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

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-blue:

Her frown only deepened at his words, her confusion growing. “Wasn’t normal?” she prompted, raising a brow. She felt as if there were something else he was talking about it.. but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. “Well, I dont’ really think I would care if you weren’t normal,” She informed him, though her tone expressed her confusion. 

“I mean, look at me,” she motioned to herself, pink hair, piercings, tattoos and all, “I’m far from being normal, and that’s alright. I think I know you well enough to know that you’re a good person.”

Syx grimaced, “That seems kinda petty…” but it was what he expected people to say. They valued ‘good’ and he was ‘bad’.

“I’m… I’m not a good person, Paige,” face falling dejectedly, Syx stood, shoulders slumped as he prepared to leave, “I should just go. It was nice seeing your art again.”

it was nice seeing your art again.. 

His words had her freezing, the concerned expression on her face stilling as a deep rooted hurt flashed in her eyes. She looked away, hoping he hadn’t seen that, couldn’t see how much his words had hurt her. He wasn’t here to see her. She knew she wasn’t terribly close with Syx, but she did like him.. enough for his words to strike a chord. 

“Ah… yeah. See you around..” She cleared her throat, pushing her chair so that she wheeled back over to her desk, setting her phone down on the counter. “You know where to find me if you wanna come see my art again.”

As he stood, Syx could smell the pain on her without even looking back. Hunching his shoulders more, he gave a half hearted wave. It was better this way. For them to not getting any closer. To keep from having to lie over and over again.

—–

The next time Syx was in the shop it was without his disguise. Without even a plan. Half delirious and stumbling he let himself into the tattoo shop. It was too hard to keep going and he couldn’t think straight from whatever Psycho had hit him with.

Slumping down in the parlor chair he idle giggled to himself as he browsed through tattoo art until he fell asleep. Still laying in the chair come morning as the sun rose.

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 just shook his head, eyes closed tightly, “Won’t work. No way around it,” not without turning of the holowatch, not without having to tell her.

Looking away from Paige, Syx finally asked, “What if… I wasn’t so normal?”

Her frown only deepened at his words, her confusion growing. “Wasn’t normal?” she prompted, raising a brow. She felt as if there were something else he was talking about it.. but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. “Well, I dont’ really think I would care if you weren’t normal,” She informed him, though her tone expressed her confusion. 

“I mean, look at me,” she motioned to herself, pink hair, piercings, tattoos and all, “I’m far from being normal, and that’s alright. I think I know you well enough to know that you’re a good person.”

Syx grimaced, “That seems kinda petty…” but it was what he expected people to say. They valued ‘good’ and he was ‘bad’.

“I’m… I’m not a good person, Paige,” face falling dejectedly, Syx stood, shoulders slumped as he prepared to leave, “I should just go. It was nice seeing your art again.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

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. 

Paige paused when his expression shifted, feeling as if he suddenly looked almost.. defeated? Frowning, she shifted to come closer to him, putting a hand on his forearm in a gentle touch that she didn’t really think about until the action was already done. 

“Why not?” She asked, frowning softly. The concern for his sudden shift in attitude was clear in her expression, her pink hair slipping from behind her ear to fall into her face

-Because the holowatch won’t project your ink work. Because you’d be tattooing my skin and never see it. Because if you knew I was blue you likely wouldn’t be my friend because you’re normal, with a normal life.-

Syx closed his eyes against the harsh thoughts. Blowing out a breath he said, “This skin of mine doesn’t take ink well,” not a lie, not really, “It wouldn’t show up right.”

Paige frowned softly, “Well.. some people are like that,” She agreed, though it was far from being something she couldn’t work around. “You know I can still do it, even if your skin doesn’t take ink well. But you’ll have to understand you’ll have to come for a couple sittings to get it to look the way it should,” She offered, tilting her head. 

“Because that scene,” seh motioned to his arm, “Would look bad ass on you.”

Syx just shook his head, eyes closed tightly, “Won’t work. No way around it,” not without turning of the holowatch, not without having to tell her.

Looking away from Paige, Syx finally asked, “What if… I wasn’t so normal?”

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. 

His face fell into awe as he looked at the picture. A sunrise. A new dawn. Syx’s hand moved automatically to his wrist as she spoke. The cut where blood once poured would be a wave. Blue water crashing. Water and the lake. They had always been meaningful to him.

Biting his lip he murmured, “It’d work well with blue…” speaking louder, “Sunrise on the inner wrist and a star field on the outer?”

Paige didn’t miss hwo his hand went to his wrist, didn’t miss how he seemed to react towards the picture as a whole. THe action he did, made her wonder if he had done something to himself, things that wouldn’t leave a physical scar.. but more mental. 

“Something like that, yeah. I can make it more fantastical if you would like as well, but I think that would take away from the colors of the sky, honestly. I was thinking of fading the colors into your skin, so it has no real true beginning or end,” She explained easily. 

“It would likely take a couple sittings.. but it would look bad ass when I’m done.”

There was a strong longing in Syx’s eyes as she spoke, a soft smile spreading across his face. Before his eyes dropped to his brown hands. His fake hands. Face falling, Syx pulled his hands into his lap, fidgeting, “It wouldn’t work…”