The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Clasping his hands behind his back in a way he knew made his cape fall nicely, Syx nodded,

❝I assume I’m still the newest but with this city, who really knows? Hmm?❞ he gave a wave to the table with the prepared food and drinks,

❝We met once before when I first arrived… At least I’m nearly certain it was you. You’re the one Harrison calls… Girly?❞ he cringed even as he said it. That was unlikely to be a nickname that she would be happy to have spread around. He rushed to continue on,

❝In a time-out, non hero/villain setting like this, Syx will be fine for me.❞

That he already knew Harrison made this quite a bit easier. Megamind finds herself nodding in acknowledgement, having to hide a smirk of understanding on seeing the stance he’d chosen. “We had, and you know there’s no reason to doubt our memory.”

Syx, again. His pronunciation was at least distinct enough that she could hear the difference between which person was being mentioned. Still, she’s careful to not bring up Six as well, not just yet. “Yes, I am.” The nickname had taken some adjustment at first, but Megamind could see the use of it regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

For now, however, down to business. “So, about the reason you called?” She hesitates before that last choice of word, but it’s the closest she could get.

❝Right,❞ Syx clapped his hands together and pulled out a chair for himself. Pouring them both a glass of wine. It wasn’t terribly fancy, a twist off, but very sweet and fruity and had been a staple of his all through his villainous career to celebrate success, ❝I’ll cut to the chase. But please do try some cheese.❞

He offered Girly a glass, ❝Do to unfortunate circumstances I find myself without a nemesis and that is rather… boring. But the city is hardly devoid of heros. But a villain such as myself it just wouldn’t do to just… hope someone shows up. I could get some hopeless amateur who doesn’t know how the game works. So I’m doing interviews. For a new nemesis. Temporary. Trial basis,❞ he rambled at the end, ❝In case Wayne comes out of… whatever he’s doing,❞ his face fell, his mask slipping off to show a flash of true worry before he recovered, ❝I have a few others I’ll be interviewing as well,❞ he added, just to make sure she didn’t think she was his only option. So far he only had 2, but neither needed to know that.

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.

At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.

It was a simple matter, once Megamind knew where the meeting space was, to position her own Brainbots nearby to keep an extra eye on the area. And when the unfamiliar swarm starts trickling in, she’s prepared. Tolerating her Minion’s fussing prior to the meeting, she’s nonetheless grateful for it. Presentation, after all, was one of her foremost concerns on public appearances.Though for this one the first thing on her mind was the existence of yet another double that, until now, she hadn’t had the opportunity to meet in person. How this encounter exactly would go was up in the air, and even with the relative reliability between their personalities the fact that there was variation to begin with has Megamind understandably wary. As such, only when Syx makes his appearance does she do the same, the cloaking device she’d adapted from the Invisible Car being disengaged.Glancing about to make sure her Brainbots were correctly placed nearby, Megamind strides forward. “Ollo. You’re the newest one of us, aren’t you?”

Clasping his hands behind his back in a way he knew made his cape fall nicely, Syx nodded,

❝I assume I’m still the newest but with this city, who really knows? Hmm?❞ he gave a wave to the table with the prepared food and drinks,

❝We met once before when I first arrived… At least I’m nearly certain it was you. You’re the one Harrison calls… Girly?❞ he cringed even as he said it. That was unlikely to be a nickname that she would be happy to have spread around. He rushed to continue on,

❝In a time-out, non hero/villain setting like this, Syx will be fine for me.❞

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot.

Whichever you prefer:
1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code
2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room
3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks

Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.

Considering the options, Megamind’s next response takes a bit longer to be decided on. “Either the first or third.” Not recognizing the restaurant’s name erring on the side of caution seemed the best possible choice to make.

She’d still bring her own contingent of Brainbots, naturally.

Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.

At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

#782 bobbed up and down, bowging at the bots that were treating it like an intruder. It recognized that they weren’t his group, but also struggled to recognize fully why he was not allowed to complete his mission in finding ‘not-Daddy-female’. Luckily his target came to him.

He dipped down before Girly and because Syx wasn’t 100% sure if his and Girly’s tech would be totally compatible, the bot started playing a brief video recording. The screen appeared projected on a nearby box.

“Greetings hero! I, Megamind, humbly offer a parley over… MINION, what time is it? Lunch? I guess lunch, to you, Megamind. That still sounds weird. Anyway! The point is that I’m in need of a new heroic nemesis and I’m taking auditions? That really doesn’t sound right but that what this is. I really feel I’m far too sophisticated in my game to accept any newbie hero off the street and as you are one well familiar with the game, I’m extending an invitation to you as well. I eagerly await your response, ciao ciao.”

As soon as the projection starts playing, Megamind is paying careful attention to it. The offer itself intriguing, and one that brings a slow smile to her face. Turning to the Brainbot again after, that same smile is still apparent.

“Let him know the invitation is accepted,” she responds, waiting for the ‘bot to dip in a nod. “And to name a place that would be neutral ground.” Hopefully one that would be satisfying to both of them.

Just what this would result in she anticipated finding out, more so for the chance to match off against someone with a similar thought pattern. How those staged fights would go was for now an unknown. One Megamind was looking forward to turning into a known.

Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot.

Whichever you prefer:
1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code
2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room
3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks

Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.

The Game

ever-so-humble:

With it being relatively early, Megamind is still in. At first concerned with finishing up adjustments to her holo-watch that had been interrupted by Wayne’s little diversion some days before, the delay nothing she minded but it had still put her behind somewhat. A group of her Brainbots flying into the room seeming agitated, however, is more than enough to once again get her attention.

“What is it?” she asks, not expecting any answer that would be recognizable to anyone besides her. Taking note of the pitch of their electronic barking and the one now behind her and trying to push her forward once she’d gotten up. The insistent push at her back has her laughing cautiously.

Following their lead to whatever it was they’d found, knowing that it was something important, from the way they were acting. Seeing a mostly unfamiliar ‘bot as the cause of it however, she’s at first tense before the name tag stuck to the front of its dome catches her eye. Recognizing it quickly enough, she chuckles. “Why were you sent?” Megamind asks levelly, keeping a careful eye on the Brainbot and still trying to keep it at the entrance.

#782 bobbed up and down, bowging at the bots that were treating it like an intruder. It recognized that they weren’t his group, but also struggled to recognize fully why he was not allowed to complete his mission in finding ‘not-Daddy-female’. Luckily his target came to him.

He dipped down before Girly and because Syx wasn’t 100% sure if his and Girly’s tech would be totally compatible, the bot started playing a brief video recording. The screen appeared projected on a nearby box.

“Greetings hero! I, Megamind, humbly offer a parley over… MINION, what time is it? Lunch? I guess lunch, to you, Megamind. That still sounds weird. Anyway! The point is that I’m in need of a new heroic nemesis and I’m taking auditions? That really doesn’t sound right but that what this is. I really feel I’m far too sophisticated in my game to accept any newbie hero off the street and as you are one well familiar with the game, I’m extending an invitation to you as well. I eagerly await your response, ciao ciao.”

The Game

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It had been far too long and Syx felt twitchy. Never in nearly a decade had he gone without getting to stretch his muscles as it were and test his inventions against Metro Man. To have a good round of heroic villain banter. To kidnap Miss Ritchi… he hadn’t seen her in months… accept of TV.

But he couldn’t just act like nothing had changed either. There was more than one Metro Man in town… and Metro Women. And other heroes… and of all of them… the only one he was certain he didn’t want to face was his. It had ripped his heart out the night they had broken up. They’d spoken a few times after… but never for long. Wayne had been going out less and less… Syx hadn’t even seen or heard from him now in months. Part of him thought he should check on the man… another part of him, the part that was winning out, never wanted to see him again.

But that had left him bored. Bored and missing the Game. Yet… in this city he didn’t actually need his Wayne. Still, Syx wasn’t sure how to go about getting a replacement. He had a good repertoire going with Wayne, he knew what to expect of him. What he really needed… was a trial run. To test out a new hero.

He had two thoughts for potential candidates. Harrison’s Wayne and the heroic Megamind that they called Girly. Wayne he could talk to next time he visited Harrison. Girly, though… they’d agreed on brain bots for contact when he’d run into the woman ages ago. The question was how to get his bots to get there.

“No, no, no! Not this Evil Lair! The other Lair! Not-Daddy’s lair!” Syx pointed wildly at the door, “Try again!”

After much trial and error, one of the newer of Syx’s bots, #782, managed to find it’s way to Girly’s Lair, seeking entrance with instructions to relay a message that Syx wanted to talk to her.