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With My Freeze Ray I Will Stop the World [Open]
His omnicomm beeped with some vital message or another. He ignored it.
"Minion!" That was reflex. Minion wasn't here. "Brainbot! Your assistance, please?"
BAOW BAOW BAOW, the brainbot intoned.
"I just need a tentacle holding this right here--thank you. Whos'a good lil' brainbot? Whos'a good boy for helping daddy? You are! Yes, you are! Oh, look at you, yesterday, you were just learning how to fly and today, you're a big boy helping daddy around the lab!"
The brainbot's neural net sparked happily in response.
You never went wrong with positive reinforcement, as far as Megamind was concerned, and he really did appreciate the assistance. After the initial bad impression he'd made after pod release (really, what had he been thinking?), he was amazed they had even hired him to work in the Science and Engineering departments, and didn't exactly expect anyone to be willing to assist him with his project (not that he'd really asked, because if he had, he might have been surprised).
He was used to working alone, though, and he didn't have to work entirely alone, as one of his first projects had been making some brainbots out of the scrap material he'd found there.
What was he working on? Well, only something that'd get him in the good graces of the crew...he hoped. It had been hard enough proving himself to the people of Metro City. This paranoid bunch of motley do-gooders had apparently had some run-ins with villains before, and given his history, that mean he needed to start off on a good foot doing this good guy stuff.
And maybe, just maybe, if he kept it all up, Roxanne would fall for him again as deeply as she had before he'd been taken. Maybe. Of course, that was something he tried not to think about, the fact that she didn't remember a great deal of their history together. Six months was a considerable amount of time, time that could never be recreated, not exactly as it'd happened. He simply had to hope things would work out as well as they had the first time, that he wouldn't mess anything up, that...
BAOW? The noise was almost questioning, and Megamind realized he'd frozen in place, not doing anything, his eyes looking past his little project.
"Hmm? I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts," he said to the brainbot. "Keep holding that right there, and I'll activate the energy core..."
The weapon sparked to life, a charge cascading throughout its circuits. It cast a crackling light over his blue face, and Megamind started to cackle loudly.
"With this weapon, I, Megamind, Master of All Villainy, will drive my enemies to their many-segmented knees!" his voice boomed through the lab. A thought occurred to him, thought, and he amended, "That is, if they even have knees! If not, it'll drive them to whatever body part serves the capacity of knees for their species! Or to some other assorted body part that's unpleasant to be driven to!"
He let off another masterful cackle, just because he felt like it. Old habits really did die hard.
That's when he heard the footsteps and noticed he had a visitor at the door. Looking back, goggles askew, he looked awkward for a moment, and quickly amended, "I meant: 'I, Megamind, master of all heroism.' This is a weapon to use against the Ohm. Not to use against innocent people, since that would, of course, be evil. Which I'm not. It's a horrible death weapon of--of...goodness."
BAOW, intoned the brainbot, and it was very clear what it was trying to say: Awkwaaaard.
[ooc: First person who tags in gets the monologue. Any others get similar evilish talking, so you can just assume he was cackling over his genius in any subthread.]
"Minion!" That was reflex. Minion wasn't here. "Brainbot! Your assistance, please?"
BAOW BAOW BAOW, the brainbot intoned.
"I just need a tentacle holding this right here--thank you. Whos'a good lil' brainbot? Whos'a good boy for helping daddy? You are! Yes, you are! Oh, look at you, yesterday, you were just learning how to fly and today, you're a big boy helping daddy around the lab!"
The brainbot's neural net sparked happily in response.
You never went wrong with positive reinforcement, as far as Megamind was concerned, and he really did appreciate the assistance. After the initial bad impression he'd made after pod release (really, what had he been thinking?), he was amazed they had even hired him to work in the Science and Engineering departments, and didn't exactly expect anyone to be willing to assist him with his project (not that he'd really asked, because if he had, he might have been surprised).
He was used to working alone, though, and he didn't have to work entirely alone, as one of his first projects had been making some brainbots out of the scrap material he'd found there.
What was he working on? Well, only something that'd get him in the good graces of the crew...he hoped. It had been hard enough proving himself to the people of Metro City. This paranoid bunch of motley do-gooders had apparently had some run-ins with villains before, and given his history, that mean he needed to start off on a good foot doing this good guy stuff.
And maybe, just maybe, if he kept it all up, Roxanne would fall for him again as deeply as she had before he'd been taken. Maybe. Of course, that was something he tried not to think about, the fact that she didn't remember a great deal of their history together. Six months was a considerable amount of time, time that could never be recreated, not exactly as it'd happened. He simply had to hope things would work out as well as they had the first time, that he wouldn't mess anything up, that...
BAOW? The noise was almost questioning, and Megamind realized he'd frozen in place, not doing anything, his eyes looking past his little project.
"Hmm? I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts," he said to the brainbot. "Keep holding that right there, and I'll activate the energy core..."
The weapon sparked to life, a charge cascading throughout its circuits. It cast a crackling light over his blue face, and Megamind started to cackle loudly.
"With this weapon, I, Megamind, Master of All Villainy, will drive my enemies to their many-segmented knees!" his voice boomed through the lab. A thought occurred to him, thought, and he amended, "That is, if they even have knees! If not, it'll drive them to whatever body part serves the capacity of knees for their species! Or to some other assorted body part that's unpleasant to be driven to!"
He let off another masterful cackle, just because he felt like it. Old habits really did die hard.
That's when he heard the footsteps and noticed he had a visitor at the door. Looking back, goggles askew, he looked awkward for a moment, and quickly amended, "I meant: 'I, Megamind, master of all heroism.' This is a weapon to use against the Ohm. Not to use against innocent people, since that would, of course, be evil. Which I'm not. It's a horrible death weapon of--of...goodness."
BAOW, intoned the brainbot, and it was very clear what it was trying to say: Awkwaaaard.
[ooc: First person who tags in gets the monologue. Any others get similar evilish talking, so you can just assume he was cackling over his genius in any subthread.]
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"Go right ahead," she said. "As long as you can back it up, a little monologue doesn't hurt." Just don't monologue to the point that you're distracted and the enemy takes the chance to strike back, as she'd learned very early on.
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"So, what's that project you're putting together?" she asked as she welded together some of the equipment.
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"Hey, Chrome Dome, what's that you're working on?" It's crackling like something highly electric, but Howard doesn't feel all that intimidated, because it's Megamind. Who probably has more reason than anyone else on the ship to try and not accidentally blow up a section of the department with a failed experiment.
Megamind, with whom he could stand to catch up, actually.
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Then he added, "By the way, you owe me not only fifty, but one hundred verbal dollars. I got into two departments, not one! Science and Engineering. And both know of my history of maleevolence."
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He grins, surprised. "Nice going. Do they let you near the uranium?"
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"And it blows things up! Rather spectacularly! But in a very controlled way," he explained of the weapon. "It creates something of a containment effect around the explosions it causes to prevent the escape of kinetic energy. Big boom! But not as much collateral damage!"
It could be used to blow something huge up without hurting, say, civilians, or crewmates around what it was blowing up. Or knocking down buildings.
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He pulls one of the gold bullets he carries around out of his pocket and offers it to Megamind. "This stand for verbal dollars? I can't really use it anymore."
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"As for the practical difference, lasers generally keep going, through whatever it is you're aiming them at and out the other side, hitting whatever's behind it once they burn though. More to the point, if they damage something enough to make it explode, then you have a massive, uncontrollable explosion on your hands! Bada boom! This however," he said, patting the weapon, "this creates a containment field around whatever it's being fired at! So even if you say, hit the energy core of some alien death machine, making it explode, the entire explosion, including the shrapnel, will be reigned in! Preventing injuries to bystanders and allies, preventing damage to nearby buildings..."
He broke it up. "Basically, it blows things up but only the things go boom! Nothing else does! I'm thinking of calling it the Disconboomulator."
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Howard nods, paying rapt attention despite a relaxed posture. "That's beyond cool. And way safer."
He snorts. He's come up with weirder names for things. "Could be a CRASH - Contained Radiation and Shrapnel...Howitzer. Nevermind. It's kind of a cannon, though, right?"
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Apparently not. People might have managed to purchase all sorts of useful equipment, but apparently they had either hidden their good stuff or tucked it wherever there was room. Which left her to find out what had ended up where. She scowled as she skimmed through the shelves, finding all sorts of new gear mixed in with the original stock. Really!
Someone was cackling to themselves up ahead. Hopefully she could just work around them. And when she got in line of sight of them, it would be someone she knew. Of course.
"Excuse me, Megamind," she said dryly. "May I just scan that shelf to your right?"
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"I don't suppose you've seen any quantum computer cores around here? Probably about so big," she gestured with her hands, "in a black metal box that tends to phase-shift about an inch in a random direction every few minutes?"
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"You don't have to explain what a quantum computer core looks like." Duuuh. Don't insult his superintelligence.
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She eyed the weapon under construction, and the brainbot holding its innards delicately in place with its tentacles. It was either a weapon or a hairdryer, and why would Megamind need one of the second? "Is that a ground-up build, a repair, or an adaptation of something already here?"
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Under controlled conditions. Back home, he would've been reckless and just blown something up with it, but here, he was fairly certain that wouldn't fly.
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Then she snapped her fingers. "Or, I know! You could wait for the next podpop, and fire it at a bunch of terrified people who have no idea what's going on, as a test of their moral fiber!" She grinned, too wide.
Did you really think she'd forgotten that?
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They still had a lot to work on, but they were getting there. The time in the huts had helped; the talking, the question and answer session, the kiss.
Her cheeks turned a little pink at the memory, and after checking in a few other obvious places, she made her way into Special Weapons.
"Megamind? Are you- ah. There you are."
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"Old habits die hard," he said by way of brief explanation.
His eyebrows raised slightly, as he realized something. "Were you, ah, looking for me? Did you need something?"
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"I was, yes." This was when she started feeling awkward, but she covered it well. "It can wait, though - you do seem a bit ah...busy."
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He went about tucking the gun into one of the locked containment units for the dangerous junk.
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"I've been meaning to give it to you."
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He didn't get presents often. Mostly he'd given a lot of presents to himself.
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