Heaven is a girl that I've got to have

[hvymetalheroics]

WHO: Megamind & Roxanne
WHAT: A date. Sort of. JUST COFFEE OKAY NO PRESSURE.
WHERE: A nice little place up in Zone 1.
WHEN: Mid-Day.
WARNINGS/NOTES: None at this time.

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[hvymetalheroics]

"Oh yes. There's a lot I can be doing here," he says, before he takes a sip of his drink. "THere's so much wrong here, it's like once you hit a certain level they just stop caring."

Which is, at least, partially true, from Megamind's perception.

"Zone 4 is a mess, and it just goes down hill from there. I don't know how they can live like this, not taking care of the place." Or how they can expect others to live, really. "So I'm looking at ways to handle the garbage in Zone 4, and other things I can do in the other zones. I've not yet built up enough equipment to really start patrolling full time... Without Minion as back up, the brainbots only go so far."

He misses Minion very much, as he quiets a little at the thought of his friend. He'd have the laundry done, and handle dinner, and probably be able to suss out everything that Megamind needed before Megamind did!

But he's not here.

"Anyway-" it just doesn't do to dwell on it, though, as he's here with Roxanne. Trade offs, one supposes. "Just got to get my feet under me. As well as a spider tank."

[neveradamsel]

"I'm pretty sure that is the case." Reports sometimes sent her down to certain levels - but nothing too far down that would be extremely dangerous for a human.

Of course, there were instances her bosses wanted her to go, mainly because there was a lot of questionable activities going on down there.

"Well, of course you can't go without a spider tank for much longer." Heaven forbid he not have that, she thought with the tiniest of smiles.

[hvymetalheroics]

Megamind wants to say but why; but he knows the answer. People don't like what's different. They don't like the poor if they're rich, the brown if they're white, or -- whatever it is. It's simply human nature.... from his experience, at least.

"A spider tank is a very versatile piece of equipment," he points out, catching that smile of hers. "Really, all my evil things can be put to good uses. I just wish I'd been able to bring them."

Now he smirks slightly, using a fork to tear up the sticky bun. "I'll just cherish the fact that you don't know that I managed to impress you again." Ah well. Someday, maybe, she'll know.

[neveradamsel]

"I imagine that it is." Roxanne could vouch for the usefulness of some of his inventions - ones that didn't involve flamethrowers and rotating boot wheels and sharp, pointed devices aimed at her head. There was practicality in a spider tank.

Of some degree, at least.

"It's a shame you weren't, though..."

She lifts a shoulder into a shrug. "I don't plan on being here forever, so I'm sort of glad my normal things aren't here. I applied for my Exit Visa, I'm just hoping it doesn't take years and years."

Though, she had to smile at that.

"Megamind - your inventions are always impressive on some level. Normal people don't have the capacity to create some of the things you do. It was just that they were always targeted in a destructive way." But now, he's trying to point them in a better direction, or so he claimed, and Roxanne felt comfortable admitting that to him.

[hvymetalheroics]

She has a point; this isn't Metro City and -- it never will be. He misses all the places he had memories, all the things he was rebuilding. But at the same time-- he doesn't like the thought of her going back to go all through everything.

She almost got very hurt. Killed, maybe.

But then she has to go and compliment him and it sweeps the rest away. He looks pleased, though -- really, he's already pink-cheeked, who can tell if he's colored with blush at all?

"I'm trying to apply them in new, creative good ways," he says, though he has to stop himself from bragging his latest project. Man, it's so hard to keep a secret as big and FANTASTIC as this.

Especially for the one it's FOR.

[neveradamsel]

The expression on his face - the smile and maybe blush - are worth their weight in gold. Who would have known that making him smile would be so...

Well. Worthwhile? It's not like she'd ever tried previously - they had their roles to stick to, and he'd been a criminal that had tried and...by all appearances had succeeded in killing the city's hero. Entering into any kind of relationship with him besides kidnapper and victim had not been on her agenda.

But things were different here. Felt different.

"Really? How is that going for you? Good?" She's hoping that means he's trying to build some kind of portal to get them out of this place - the Nexus is nice, but it's not Metro City.

[hvymetalheroics]

"Very good!" he says, trying to dance around the subject of telling her what any of it is. "I've got some things close to completion, other things-- less close, and -- Some things still in the planning stages..."

See? So much to do, little information to offer about most of it.

"But I'm excited to see how it all works out in the end."

He tears up his bun some more, eating some more as he thinks on it for a moment.

"Is there anything interesting coming down the news pipe? Big projects, announcements?"

[neveradamsel]

Roxanne has to smile. He's being...secretly evasive about something and the reporter in her desperately wants to press because she's good at getting him to confess things - though it's usually more Minion that outs with it - but she refrains.

"I'm sure you are. Have you thought about trying to find a way to get us home at all?" She pokes at her bun, pulling it apart ad taking a bite, then licking at her fingers.

"Not at the moment. It's most of the routine stuff for now - city dredges, lost cyberfoxes, etc. You know the drill."

[hvymetalheroics]

Minion does have a tendency to blab. Mostly because he likes talking to people who aren't Megamind, and that happens so rarely.

He WAS going to answer the question, but he's a little distracted by anything being finger licking good with Roxanne. Then he blinks back to reality, clears his throat, and glances down at his cup, and thne over at a display, and says, "... well, they won't let me anywhere near the stuff they use, and they're pretty protective of the information about it... So, I don't really have a basis there. I've never really considered portal travel, or dimensional work, or... even simple teleportation."

It's something to think about though, and he's currently resisting the urge to start making notes on a napkin. "It can't be like the reset button. I mean, if THEY can do it..." Someone else surely can.

But then she says a word he's never heard before. "Cyber...foxes?"

[neveradamsel]

"Well, I did poke through some of the previous...ah. You's data pads. I thought I saw something about a portal, but..." She shrugged. "It would take a long time to build, I'm sure. I'm no engineer, though." Not a career choice that had ever particularly interested Roxanne, to be honest. She'd always wanted to deal with the media industry - her major in college had been journalism, and she'd enjoyed every second of it.

"Cyberfoxes. Little...metal fox things." She shrugged, and smiled before taking another bite of her bun.

[hvymetalheroics]

"Yeah, there were... a lot. Of funny things in that stuff."

...he's distinctly uncomfortable with his other self. Not because of-- how he was different (that seems to be mostly okay) but... other things. Things he's not bringing up.

Hey, he's just gonna put some sticky bun in his mouth and chew thoughtfully.

"But I could take a look at his notes and see where that was going. I wouldn't mind taking exit visa from those transtech-folks."

Since they're not very quick about it.

[neveradamsel]

"I'm sure." There was a lot she couldn't get into, so. She doesn't...have a lot of input on that.

"You and me both." She smiled a little and shook her head, then rested her chin in her hand. "I'm ready to be home."

Though she had to admit this little break from reality wasn't so bad.

[hvymetalheroics]

"Me too," Megamind admitted. But he knew his home was a lot different from hers. But she'd live through things and understand, then! How they'd changed. And life would go on for them.

"But here isn't so bad. I mean, there's a lot to learn here. I gave a little robot arms the other day, because he didn't have them," he says, thinking of Wheatley, and things he could talk about. "He was very happy after that. I mean, he'll never win any arm wrestling contests but he could shake my hand afterwards!"

[neveradamsel]

"It's bad enough that it isn't Metro City. I don't want to be here any longer than I need to be," she pulled her cup closer to her, warming her hands on the drink. "But I'll admit, this place isn't too terrible." She tilted her head.

"A little robot? Which one?"

[hvymetalheroics]

"Wheatley! The little round one."

He pauses, thinking of what she had to say, brows furrowing.

"Roxanne-- the City-- I know eventually, you'll live through it, and all, but when you go home, it'll be a wreck in a day. It'll be a long time before it's back on it's feet." He knew he had a part in that, though, but didn't sound proud. "There will be a lot of rebuilding! Renovation!" (ReenoVAHshun,he says.) "For now, here's a bit safer, and - sadly, about as stable."

[neveradamsel]

"Oh, I know Wheatley." ...Strange little bot, but. Pleasant enough, she supposed.

"I don't want stability." She set her cup down and pressed her palms to the table and looked him directly in the eye. "I want my city, my home. I don't care if it's in ruins, it's still my city and where I belong." She didn't look pleased with him though - she knew he played a part in the destruction of it, he had to, and her face reflects those thoughts.