Post by Megamind on Nov 3, 2011 21:19:27 GMT -5
Syx creeped causally through the ally ducking his small frame in the shadows. He nearly tripped once over his baggy prison uniform. He was just too skinny and still a bit too short for the one he had on currently. As soon as he was in the secert lair he could change out of it. He preferred a darker woredobe anyway. Orange jumpsuits made his skin color almost blinding to himself.
He'd just made his latest escape with only a few minor problems. He'd overheard the warden moving his cell since he was constantly escape the barred cell he was in now. What was this? His tenth escape this month? Granted, he'd tried more often than that, but had suceeded ten times. Syx imagined that they'd already called that Wayne kid to come looking for him. All the police around here were too whimpish to even lok at Syx in the eye. No doubt that Wayne kid would be looking for him soon enough.
Syx ran through a list of things he needed to do in his giant head. He needed to make those modifications on his De-gun. It had been malfuctioning lately. He'd asked Minion to attend to it while he was in prison, but he knew even if Minion fixed it he'd look over it himself. Besides, with the added settings on the gun, Syx was all too egar to test it out. Then it needed to be styled. He never left anything unstyled. What was the point of building such awesome machines and weapons if one couldn't look at it and automatically tell who'd made it? No, he placed his signature on everything he did. Everything he did was worthy to show to the world. The world needed to recognize his genius. They needed to fear it as well, he reminded himself. After all, he was now a super villain.
Syx froze, pressing himself tightly against the wall as he heard the foot steps of another. He waited a moment until the foot steps died down before relaxing his posture and continuing down his way. That was another thing he needed to start looking into. He needed to blueprint a disguise method for times like this. He wasn't sure what he'd place this technology in yet to conseal it, but that could be worked in later. He needed to formulate how the method would work in the first place. Taking on other forms could be dangerous. Or, maybe he didn't have to take on another form exactly, prehaps he could create a device to emit brain wave signals to cause anyone who looked at him to see something that wasn't there or see nothing at all.
Syx thought on this and then sratched out the idea deeming it dumb. If he did that, it would no doubt effect him too. There was no telling what it would do to such a massive brain like his if he could mess with such small brains the humans posessed. He was back to pondering the method and science behind of taking on another form. After running through many formulas and such in his head, he pushed away the thought for later. He had much bigger things to worry about currently. Yes, that would be a nice side project, but for now he had to focus on the bigger task at hand. Tomorrow he was going to release a harmless chemical in air that was going to turn the whole town blue.
Syx felt giddy thinking of it. The who town would be blue just like he was. It would be so funny! He especially wanted to hit that Wayne kid. The stupid brat that no doubt would attempt to stop his fun. Well, he wouldn't let him. Tomorrow would mark the first offical day Syx became public with his villain work. Syx and Minon were going to have fun all day tomorrow and there was nothing Wayne or anyone else could do about it. He wasn't going back to jail this time. Nope. He was going to be cleaver and be able to avoid it. After turning the city blue, he figured he'd plan to go hit a bank since him and Minon were low on money anyway. They needed a lot more supplies than they had right now and they had no money to get it. Their evil lair was little more than an empty basement in a crappy bussiness place. Syx had to soundproof the walls with inselin before he could even begin any of his experiments. He and Minon always went through so much trouble when it was time to get a new hideout. If that Wayne kid would stop following him to his hideout it wouldn't be so bad. None the less, Syx supposed it made it more interesting.
Though Syx constantly moaned and complained about Wayne, he was also secertly thrilled that Wayne opposed him. It was already playing out like a game to the both of them. It was a game he'd be happy to play for a long while too. He didn't know where the little game would take them, but when he and Wayne both got the feeling for it, he knew it was going to be brillant.
Syx again froze hearing yet another pair of footsteps. He was impacient today, well, he was impacient in general, but even worst today. He had so many things that needed to be done and everything seemed to be holding him back. Syx was considering just darting down the street reguardless on how public it was all the way back to the lair, but he knew that would be futile and stupid. He had to keep a low profile and not be seen at all or Wayne would find him and ruin his fun.
He'd just made his latest escape with only a few minor problems. He'd overheard the warden moving his cell since he was constantly escape the barred cell he was in now. What was this? His tenth escape this month? Granted, he'd tried more often than that, but had suceeded ten times. Syx imagined that they'd already called that Wayne kid to come looking for him. All the police around here were too whimpish to even lok at Syx in the eye. No doubt that Wayne kid would be looking for him soon enough.
Syx ran through a list of things he needed to do in his giant head. He needed to make those modifications on his De-gun. It had been malfuctioning lately. He'd asked Minion to attend to it while he was in prison, but he knew even if Minion fixed it he'd look over it himself. Besides, with the added settings on the gun, Syx was all too egar to test it out. Then it needed to be styled. He never left anything unstyled. What was the point of building such awesome machines and weapons if one couldn't look at it and automatically tell who'd made it? No, he placed his signature on everything he did. Everything he did was worthy to show to the world. The world needed to recognize his genius. They needed to fear it as well, he reminded himself. After all, he was now a super villain.
Syx froze, pressing himself tightly against the wall as he heard the foot steps of another. He waited a moment until the foot steps died down before relaxing his posture and continuing down his way. That was another thing he needed to start looking into. He needed to blueprint a disguise method for times like this. He wasn't sure what he'd place this technology in yet to conseal it, but that could be worked in later. He needed to formulate how the method would work in the first place. Taking on other forms could be dangerous. Or, maybe he didn't have to take on another form exactly, prehaps he could create a device to emit brain wave signals to cause anyone who looked at him to see something that wasn't there or see nothing at all.
Syx thought on this and then sratched out the idea deeming it dumb. If he did that, it would no doubt effect him too. There was no telling what it would do to such a massive brain like his if he could mess with such small brains the humans posessed. He was back to pondering the method and science behind of taking on another form. After running through many formulas and such in his head, he pushed away the thought for later. He had much bigger things to worry about currently. Yes, that would be a nice side project, but for now he had to focus on the bigger task at hand. Tomorrow he was going to release a harmless chemical in air that was going to turn the whole town blue.
Syx felt giddy thinking of it. The who town would be blue just like he was. It would be so funny! He especially wanted to hit that Wayne kid. The stupid brat that no doubt would attempt to stop his fun. Well, he wouldn't let him. Tomorrow would mark the first offical day Syx became public with his villain work. Syx and Minon were going to have fun all day tomorrow and there was nothing Wayne or anyone else could do about it. He wasn't going back to jail this time. Nope. He was going to be cleaver and be able to avoid it. After turning the city blue, he figured he'd plan to go hit a bank since him and Minon were low on money anyway. They needed a lot more supplies than they had right now and they had no money to get it. Their evil lair was little more than an empty basement in a crappy bussiness place. Syx had to soundproof the walls with inselin before he could even begin any of his experiments. He and Minon always went through so much trouble when it was time to get a new hideout. If that Wayne kid would stop following him to his hideout it wouldn't be so bad. None the less, Syx supposed it made it more interesting.
Though Syx constantly moaned and complained about Wayne, he was also secertly thrilled that Wayne opposed him. It was already playing out like a game to the both of them. It was a game he'd be happy to play for a long while too. He didn't know where the little game would take them, but when he and Wayne both got the feeling for it, he knew it was going to be brillant.
Syx again froze hearing yet another pair of footsteps. He was impacient today, well, he was impacient in general, but even worst today. He had so many things that needed to be done and everything seemed to be holding him back. Syx was considering just darting down the street reguardless on how public it was all the way back to the lair, but he knew that would be futile and stupid. He had to keep a low profile and not be seen at all or Wayne would find him and ruin his fun.
