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Starlight Picnic

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Syx hummed in delight as her hands roamed him, just as sorrowful as his mate was when Anna pulled away. While she got her shoes, Syx fetched his bike. Sitting astride it when Anna returned, he reached out to her, helmet in hand. 

“Come on, gorgeous,” he grinned brightly with a wink, “Adventure and wonderful company awaits.” 

Anna smiled brightly as soon as she saw he was on his bike, her already vibrant eyes brightening in excitement that only he had been able to bring forth in her. Normally so calm, the excitement that she could scent and see in him only made her more eager to see just what it was that he had in store for them. 

“More than wonderful company,” She laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as soon as she was settled behind him. She shifted close to him, her arms wrapping around him without hesitation. She only bothered with the helmet because he insisted she did. 

“The best company,” Syx agreed, humming at the kiss. He put on his own helmet, a custom built full face mask that when activated shimmered until it made the illusion of a normal sized head. It was a low intrusion camouflage, just so that they didn’t draw unwanted attention. 

Revving the bike until it purred between their legs, Syx tore out of Evil Lair. The door activated and closed behind them as he turned the bike out towards the highway to leave the city. With a mad laugh, he sped, taking the turns low and steep. Enjoying the adrenaline of the ride and his mate’s arms around him. 

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“Shit!” Syx swore. Having been out visiting one of his Uncles under the safety of his disguise watch, his heart jumped at the sight of the cop version of Wayne. Shit! Fuck! God Damnit!

Chewing on his lip, he debated what to do. Though hovering awkwardly in the entry to the Italian restaurant hardly made him inconspicuous. 

Just as he’d been about to leave after scouting the place as a -maybe i’d eat here with Sheldon- restaurant, the man in the doorway swore and stood there, blocking it.

“Uh, you okay buddy? Wrong restaurant?” Wayne offers with a raised eyebrow, one hand in his pocket and the other closing his phone down to put it in his back pants pocket.

Syx laughed rather manically as he looked around, “Oh nonono of course not fine gentlemen! There is nothing what so ever the matter with this fine establishment!”

He hadn’t changed his voice! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUUUUCK!!!! His back far too stiff, he tried to edge out around the cop without seeming more suspicious. 

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[ txt: that’s even less helpful.]

[ txt: okay where was the party at? I’m coming to try to find you.. as soon as you get to an intersection TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SIGN ] 

[TXT: this road never ends its endless a never ending road that goes on forever its like a horrible metaphor or some sit ]

[TXT: party yeah okay party was at freddy’s place out by the big oak tree and the pound ]

Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home. 

She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere. 

When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”

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[TXT: ….That’s not helpful, Syx.] 
[Txt: Take a picture of a street sign?]

[TXT: this road is unhelpful ]

[TXT: how to i make this thing ducking truck in all caps when i shout minion knew to do that and i forged pissed now and this stupid road is dirt and i was at a party but now im not and i don’t know what happened in between but now im cold ]

[ txt: that’s even less helpful.]

[ txt: okay where was the party at? I’m coming to try to find you.. as soon as you get to an intersection TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SIGN ] 

[TXT: this road never ends its endless a never ending road that goes on forever its like a horrible metaphor or some sit ]

[TXT: party yeah okay party was at freddy’s place out by the big oak tree and the pound ]

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[ TXT: Well… that’s a problem. Can you get to an intersection and tell me the street names? I’ll come get you ] 

[TXT: K so I got trees and trees and road and its been road for a while and asparagus what that means and a house with a ducking bell? ]

[TXT: ….That’s not helpful, Syx.] 
[Txt: Take a picture of a street sign?]

[TXT: this road is unhelpful ]

[TXT: how to i make this thing ducking truck in all caps when i shout minion knew to do that and i forged pissed now and this stupid road is dirt and i was at a party but now im not and i don’t know what happened in between but now im cold ]

Starlight Picnic

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“Weeeell,” Syx drawled out, running his fingers over her sides, “It’s going to start with a short drive over to the state park, then some hiking, and well I wont ruin then surprise,” he bounced back and held a finger in the air dramatically, “Buuuuut it does involve carefully selected foods and procured adult beverages and the stars,“ he waggled his brows at her as he bit his lip, “So I would highly recommend comfortable footwear,” 

He rocked back on his heels, as giddy for the fruition of this plan as he’d ever been with any of his plots. It was heady, the nervous excitement and the wonder of how his audience would react to the grand unveiling. As a result, he was a tremendous ball of energy as he bounced about. 

Dressing more sensibly for the trip, he’d donned a minimally spiked outfit with a simple black dress shirt, leather pants with a few decorative studs, and his trademark comfortable leather boots. His hands were even glove free for the day, he wouldn’t deny himself the skin contact. Not today.

Anna smiled gently, looking down at what it was she was wearing already, looking over at him. As he was dressed, she couldn’t help but admire just how it was he looked.. and couldn’t stop the way her hands began to run along his body a moment. She simply couldn’t help herself.. 

“It sounds like a wonderful time..” she murmured softly, a small smile still gracing her features. “I’ll get some shoes on, and then we can go,” She assured him, chuckling softly. She pulled from him a bit regretfully, going to where it was she kept her shoes and whatnot before pulling out a pair of comfortable sneakers she very rarely wore to begin with. 

It didn’t take long before she had those laced up, standing to rejoin her mate wherever he was. 

Syx hummed in delight as her hands roamed him, just as sorrowful as his mate was when Anna pulled away. While she got her shoes, Syx fetched his bike. Sitting astride it when Anna returned, he reached out to her, helmet in hand. 

“Come on, gorgeous,” he grinned brightly with a wink, “Adventure and wonderful company awaits.” 

♋

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He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened. 

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair. 

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.  

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Syx shrugged helplessly at her, “Your guess is as good as mine, tiger. All my senses are fucked.”

Bolstering up his courage, Syx marched his ass over to the person in his body, “Who are you anyway? And what is wrong with me? This isn’t how humans feel? Is it?”

It couldn’t be. Everything was easy and light. He never even lost his breath running over here. This body couldn’t be human. It just couldn’t be. 

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“Scent it?” Veda parrots, not understanding Anna’s choice of phrase, what she meant by that. It doesn’t take long before that train of thought ends up derailed by Syx’s line of questions.

Flinching back, the anxious panic Veda had been feeling is creeping more and more into her expression, making herself focus on Syx in her own body. “It- it is.” At least, for her, it was how she normally felt. Though that was wildly different from other humans, she knew that.

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Anna’s lips thinned just a touch as Syx approached his own body, though when she smelled the sharp scent of Veda’s emotions? She was quick to act. She moved forward, gently taking Syx’s shoulders and urging him back, “Its okay,” She urged the person, looking to Syx, hoping her expression would urge him to calm down. 

“Everybody just.. relax. We will figure this out.. take a step back, take a deep breath, and lets think this out without making this any worse than it is,” She urged. Despite the slight command in her voice, her tone was soft and gentle, soothing as if she were talking to two angry and frightened animals.. 

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“Relax? I am relaxed!” Syx hunched his shoulders and glared at the person in his body, “And stop lying. You have gooooot to be lying,” turning his glare to his new flesh he poked at the pink skin.

He followed Anna’s direction and backed off muttering to himself. Glancing up he informed her, “Just… keep her? from leaving. I’m going to the idea room,” he scowled, “And changing. These clothes are stupid. And I need to overwrite the security protocols to accept commands from this form for however long this lasts.”

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Attempts To Be Made

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“Now Miss Ritchi,” Megamind tutted after getting into the driver side of the car, “You’re part of the game, a highly essential component,” he huffed, not really wanting to explain.

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Starting the engine, it purring to life, he grumbled, “Besides I started kidnapping you before he took an interest in you. Therefore my claim takes precedence,” glaring at her as he pulled out into the street he added, “Besides, he always saves you before you’ve received any bodily harm.”

Ignore the fact that he had a million safety catches in place and most of the traps only looked dangerous. Ignore that his brain bots were programmed to be non-hostile to her and prevent danger. Ignore that he activity stopped plans when they put her or other citizens in actual danger. It looked dangerous and destroyed property and that was the whole point. But Metro Man saved the day and he went back to prison and Roxanne got her story and the city turned. A comforting routine.

One which Roxanne seemed determined to poke holes in today! Much to his frustration, he quipped, “Why mess with a good thing and try and learn someone new?”

Roxanne tugs first on her lap belt, making sure it’s snug, and reaches up for the grip handle, stopping short as the rope snaps taut. She winces and settles for a firm grasp on the dashboard instead. “Exactly, that first time? I was just a random citizen then, and Metro Man responded just fine. And you know,” she turns blindly towards the driver’s seat with a little scowl, “It would just be FANtastic if you and everybody else saw me as a person instead of a hostage, or a claim to stake. Though I do appreciate that you’ve never actually hurt me.” She smiles softly, for just an instant, then sighs and folds her hands in her lap. Her neck exposed, she leans to tilt her head against the window, resting her temple on the glass.

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“So… I guess it just means… you’re actually happy with this? The status quo? Is that really all you hope to gain from these kidnappings and hare-brained schemes?” Roxanne twitches a little as a soft beep from her shoulder alerts her to a dying battery in the microphone, and she tries to nonchalantly reach up to flick it off, hoping Megamind hadn’t noticed.

“What makes you think I don’t?” Megamind turned to her in true bafflement. The inability of human’s to think of things from many angles simultaneously often confused him despite being raised by them. To him the fact that she could Roxanne, Hostage, His Victim, Reporter, Wayne’s Girlfriend, her Parent’s Daughter, and any other number of things all at once made perfect sense. 

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“And why wouldn’t I be? Honestly Miss Ritchi… what has gotten into you today?” Megamind cursed the day in general. Nothing was going right.