006 | hello darkness my old friend | action; ota
[ If you haven't seen his thin, evil-laden, leather-clad self lately, that's probably for good reason. He's become more anti-social than usual. In fact, he's all but vanished for some time. The only people he's seen on a regular basis are his students--and perhaps a small, black-haired voodoo-toying child.
Megamind may have slipped back into post-victory despair. The anger stage has finally passed, and the genius hasn't found much to do with himself. Where was there to go. What was there to do. He had been distracting himself with the most recent disappearances, evidence of study of the mist scattered across his desk.
Without classes as of late, he's been doing what he does best. Pouting. And he's been spending more and more time in his classroom, avoiding students and faculty in light of the curfew.
And here he is.
In his chair.
Staring at the chalkboard, it's surface covered in scrawls of a certain quadrant of a certain planet that no longer exists.
Megamind turns the chalk over in his hand--and tosses it out the open door of his class.
Sweet, burning wrath of Zeus...]
...I need a donut.