Tag: syx rp

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. 

Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

⚜ Syx ⚜

“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.” 

“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.

He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”

She shrugged her shoulders at his complaint, unbothered by it in the slightest. He was a smart man, he would figure it out on his own, that much she had faith in. The way she worded it, the information Syx would gain couldn’t be traced back to her or her Father. Though it was definitely skating along the edge of it all, it was something she could easily reason away. After all, how could she possibly stand there and watch him as he was and do nothing…? She might enjoy their rivalry (if you could even call it a rivalry at this point), but she wasn’t heartless despite what she made herself out to be. 

“Yer welcome, big guy. Hope ya get it figured out sooner rather than later,” she smiled some, placing a hand to his arm, giving him a lingering look before continuing to walk towards the club they stood outside of.

“Me too,” Syx sighed. But that was defeatist. He squared his shoulders and fluttered his cape, “I always do in the end.”

As she left, he called out sincerely, “I appreciate it, Hell Cat.”

The small touch to his arm had meant more than words and his final call of the nickname was said in utter fondness, more than he was willing to admit. 

1000liveslived:

⚜ Syx ⚜

“Fuck…” Syx blew out a breath, “I… don’t know what to do…” he worried his lower lip between his teeth. His emotions in turmoil. Shifting, he pulled back just enough to get a breath of air that didn’t smell of Lyn. To try and clear his head.

With his legs curled beside her, the blue alien let his thoughts vocalize into the air between them. As he rambled softly, he ran his fingers over the fabric of the sheets below them. 

“My mate is Anna… you met her at least once… the black wolf? She… knows about this. About me and you. But… this is still… half the time we’re at each other’s throats,” he rubbed his hands over his face roughly, “I’ve slept with all of five people, Em. But all the others I at least had it okayed beforehand, the fact that no one is the only one… even if in the end it fell apart because of that… Except you. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t supposed to happen again. And again.” 

He blushed lavender, his fingers brushing her leg, “You drive me insane. You push every one of my buttons. Somedays I swear I want to hit you until we’re both bleeding… somedays I just want to bite you and feel your teeth on my skin in turn,” his eyes darkened, oh the marks they’d leave on each other, “but this… it can’t be healthy…” he sagged, “But the truth is, your nicotine. I can’t quit you.”

Lyn could feel the way the liquor she drank made her head swim with emotion she would have otherwise shut down before it could be expressed, would have held herself back instead of getting to a point her eyes watered around somebody other than her Father or Char. Though then again, it was likely a testament to just how much she really did trust the alien that she had just lay with. She felt sated, felt herself relieved beyond relief… so why did her heart hurt so deeply? 

She looked down, feeling a keen sense that she wouldn’t truly belong with anybody but a very few select people. She told herself that this was fine, despite how deeply she craved touch and affection even if Syx denied her the affection she wanted. Shaking her head with his words, she began to stand from where they lay, hearing his words as he continued on to try to reason with it all. 

“…Nah… yer right,” She muttered, words slurred from the intake of alcohol, swaying in her spot a moment before her tail shifted to regain what had momentarily been lost. “Imma make it real simple for ya..” She murmured, knowing exactly where this was going. She’s been here before.. she knows what happened… and she will make damn sure she will let go first before she is given up on yet again. She hated how her heart ached with the thought of it alone. 

“This is done… over. Not gonna happen again.. I won’t touch you… I won’t fuck you… whatever we got goin on batween tha sheets is done. The rest…. can stay…” she spoke the final words quietly as she bent to retrieve her clothing. 

“Lyn…” oh god, he hadn’t expected that to hurt as much as it did. To hear those words. He’d thought about it himself. Putting limits on their odd relationship… he just hadn’t the will to go through with it. Syx squeezed his eyes shut. His chest felt tight but he fought to not curl in on himself. At least she couldn’t read him nearly as well as Anna or Harrison could… 

Sucking in a breath, he agreed numbly, “That would prob-ab-olly be safer… yeah…” to end things before it got even messier, “Just… rivals…” the word felt heavy on his tongue but it’s what they really were, wasn’t it?

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx’s face lit up seeing Devin, letting out a soft ‘awww’ as Harrison flipped through the pictures, “Daddy’s little boy. He’s adore-able.”

His brows climbed at the descriptions of flying, “I… I can’t say I ever really put much thought into the downsides of Wayne’s powers… especially not in a baby,” he frowned thoughtfully. Thinking about it, maybe it was a wonder that Wayne had as much control over his powers as he had when they were in the little school house, “Is he going to end up with the laser eyes too? I can see how that would prove very handy for welding.” 

He hummed, stocking his goatee, “But that does leave a much higher potential for repeats of the wall incident.” It had taken Syx a long time to get ungrounded from blowing up a wall before he could even talk in full sentences. Syx melted again looking at Devin sitting proudly by the dishwasher, “Such a clever little man.”

“He should have laser vision.  He got all his genes for optics from Wayne, not from me.  That’s why he has those gorgeous little violet eyes,” Harrison explained with a happy hum, so pleased that Syx didn’t seem annoyed at the baby photo slide show.  

“But Wayne said the laser vision didn’t come in until he was about five, so we have some time on that.  He does think I should build jet boots or something though.  To peel him off the ceiling once he’s capable of throwing a flying tantrum,” he explained.  “What was ‘the wall incident’?” he asked, reaching for his fork to finish his entree.   

“I already have a pair of jet boots,” Syx said off-handed, “They are very… unstable,” he chewed on his lower lip as he thought, “I abandoned the idea a while back as impractical for what I wanted them for but I just put the prototype in storage. I kept tipping over. Stabilization issues, also steering, especially at speed,” his eyes unfocused as he started thinking over solutions.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to the present, he gave a bit of a chuckle, “I wanted to go outside and play with my trike and one of my less trustworthy Uncles was very encouraging. It sort of turned into a riot after I blew out the wall from the cell block into the yard. I was having quite a bit of fun until I got grounded for… oh god, I don’t even remember now. It was absolutely forever. Honestly, I’m surprised I got off as easy as I did, looking back at it now.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx slid closer, already looking at Harrison’s phone, “That’s understandable, he’s a special little baby,” besides Syx was rather used to the behavior from several of his Uncles. Though it was mostly grandkids they were showing off now, “He’s had to have gotten bigger since the first pictures you showed me.”

He sipped from his glass as he brushed his shoulder against Harrison’s, his curiosity high. A little blue baby. It still felt surreal. 

“He’s my little star,” Harrison replied, beaming with pride.  He shows Syx some of the most recent photos, including a few with Shelly holding Devin and one of him sleeping with Mets cuddled at his side.  He continues to flip through the photos.  

“Did I tell you he started flying?  More like wobbly hovering in a general direction, but Wayne is trying his best to teach him focus.  Lucky for me he doesn’t get more than about ten feet off the ground.  And last week I caught him in the diswasher taking it apart.”  Now a picture of a very self-satisfied blue baby sitting on the front of a dishwasher like it was a magic carpet.  Then another of Devin sleeping on Harrison’s chest while Harrison himself has fallen asleep too, taken by Wayne.  The two are draped in Sheldon’s star blanket.  

Syx’s face lit up seeing Devin, letting out a soft ‘awww’ as Harrison flipped through the pictures, “Daddy’s little boy. He’s adore-able.”

His brows climbed at the descriptions of flying, “I… I can’t say I ever really put much thought into the downsides of Wayne’s powers… especially not in a baby,” he frowned thoughtfully. Thinking about it, maybe it was a wonder that Wayne had as much control over his powers as he had when they were in the little school house, “Is he going to end up with the laser eyes too? I can see how that would prove very handy for welding.” 

He hummed, stocking his goatee, “But that does leave a much higher potential for repeats of the wall incident.” It had taken Syx a long time to get ungrounded from blowing up a wall before he could even talk in full sentences. Syx melted again looking at Devin sitting proudly by the dishwasher, “Such a clever little man.”

nattjeger:

syx-blue:

“So fisticuffs or a giant canon? Either way, something is going to burn up on entry,” even theoretical or hyperbally, it was proving entertaining. 

“I will do a double back flip up to launch myself up to that hot motherfucker and fistfuck it until I become the sun itself.” He slurped loudly his drink until the pouch completely shrinked.

“The sun is defeated.”

“Alas, now we must forever fight in the shade. Distraught, how will the moon ever glow again?” Syx fluttered his hand to his chest mornfully, “They were lovers you know.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

As they slide apart, Syx laughed, “She certainly does, though you’d hardly know from what she normally wears. Which is next to nothing,” he winked, “Which is a lovely sight all by itself.”

Very content to have Harrison beside him, Syx shifted his leg to brush against his date’s as the villain took another bite of the meat. This was proving to reassure many of the worries Syx had wondered about. More than lust and definitely love. One compatible with them both having separate lives and separate mates. But still intertwined. Never in a million years would he have guess that his future would have lead him to this beautiful moment. A smile playing over his lips, he echoed, “Very lucky indeed.”

Harrison was glad Syx was happy but internally he was praying that she would be wearing clothes when the time came for them to meet.  It was already going to be awkward enough already.  

“Would you like to see some pictures of Devin?” he asked, already his hand snaking into his pocket for his phone.  “I don’t mean to be one of those parents, but well, he’s the most important thing in my life right now,” he confessed.  And to his knowledge, the only pictures Syx has ever seen of his little boy were taken when he was a month old.  Now at 10 months he had already grown so much.  Unless of course Syx has been secretly googling paparazzi photos of his family.  

Syx slid closer, already looking at Harrison’s phone, “That’s understandable, he’s a special little baby,” besides Syx was rather used to the behavior from several of his Uncles. Though it was mostly grandkids they were showing off now, “He’s had to have gotten bigger since the first pictures you showed me.”

He sipped from his glass as he brushed his shoulder against Harrison’s, his curiosity high. A little blue baby. It still felt surreal. 

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.