On going to Stolen New York

[midnightblues]

Mmm.

Do you honestly think this wise? Inquiring minds want to know.

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[mygiantbluehead]

Hey - hey!

[Indignant Megamind is very indignant. Really, his moon decides to hiatus and this happens!]

I hate to burst your bubble, double, but that's my territory.

[midnightblues]

You of all people ought to know how...fate can change in a blink.

[mygiantbluehead]

Not this time. My moon is putting a startling effort into keeping me there.

[Not that he's complaining, really. Girlfriend, and all. It's turning into rather a complicated situation.]

[midnightblues]

[He's tossing a coin back and forth so impassively, a sneer marring his features.]

Is she. Shall we test the odds? Perhaps engage in a little...wager? Heads or tails, my friend -- the choice is yours.

[mygiantbluehead]

[Emerald irises trace the path of the coin, but his eyes narrow at his double's offer.]

It isn't a matter of chance - and even if it was, it wouldn't be up to me.

[Not to mention that he's never been much good at gambling.]

[midnightblues]

[He coos softly.]

Is anything up to us? So rarely do we get the choice to do as we please...

[Still flipping the coin, he looks thoughtful.]

Though if we are to be trapped together, perhaps we can come to some sort of...arrangement.

[mygiantbluehead]

What sort of arrangement are you talking about?

[Thiiiiis does not sound so good to him. Damn it, if he can't trust himself, who can he trust?]

[midnightblues]

A truce, of sorts.

If you're interested.

[mygiantbluehead]

And what would this truce entail?

[But this sounds promising, so he's listening.]

[midnightblues]

Surely, between the two of us, we can forge some sort of agreement -- haven't you ever wanted to see a city so grand alight with the beauty of chaos.

Between us, we can give them a show they'll not soon forget.

[henchwench]

Being wise is overrated!

[midnightblues]

Occasionally, my dear.

[henchwench]

Whoa, hey, don't get so familiar so fast there, blue!

[midnightblues]

Blue. [Musing in this word but--

It brings memories. Bad ones.]

My apologies; I will remember your preference for formalities and address accordingly.

[henchwench]

Well, you are.

And good. Thanks.

[midnightblues]

I prefer the name Megamind, if you please.

May I have the honor of knowing your name in turn, Miss...?

[henchwench]

Megamind? Okay, it's your life.

Harley Quinn.

[pluckyreporter]

[Just going to be over here worrying. Ayup. You're not her Blue Bad Boy, so -- yeah. Just gonna side-eye pretty hard.]

[midnightblues]

Miss Ritchi. Always a pleasure.

[pluckyreporter]

[...err. uhh.]

Yes. I'm sure.

[midnightblues]

[Peer.]

I hear a bit of...hesitation. Have I offended you in some way?

[pluckyreporter]

No. Of course not. [Except for being a... much less 'fun' version of her Megamind, and being a little bit murderous... yeah, no offense here.]