ϟ 2nd Plan//Open Commentlog
[Megamind could care less about the moose in the stables, or even the scientific WTF-ery of the raptors that were currently in residence (though he has made a mental note to double check on that later - raptors. Really.). No no, his attention was focused more on the flying taxi that seemed to have taken up residence in amongst the various animals
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Rem doesn't spend all his time in the library. That would be ridiculous!
He stands at the stable doors, utterly silent and watching Megamind for some time.
But then he breaks that silence.]
What are you crafting?
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He silently cursed himself for being so negligent, and for the hundredth - no, thousandth time - wished that Minion was here.
He turns with an exaggerated sigh, flipping the hose in his hand and peering at the man.
Oh. It's you.]
Now, an evil mastermind doesn't divulge all his secrets.
[That and you're creepy, dude.]
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Would you at least divulge those regarding the mechanical fowl?
[Silently, Rem walks over to one of the robo-chickens and reaches down to pick it up.]
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He sets the hose down and leans against the car, resting on his forearm. The chicken clucks as it’s picked up, but does nothing more than burrow into Rem’s arms.
Megamind gives it a scathing look.]
Traitorous bloody chickens.
[He scowls then clears his throat, attempting to quell the sensation that he’s being mocked. He is used to that, after all.]
Originally I had brilliant designs for them - twenty feet tall, indestructible metal - ten of them, perhaps - enough to take over Metrocity and make it mine but-
[But here, there’s just not enough tech and not enough metal and tools and components to make it work the way he wants it to work.
Not that he isn’t going to try. He shrugs.]
They were simply tests.
[ He wants a way out, so the robochickens had been put on temporary hold while his attention was focused on the vehicle.]
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