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I’m afraid that most of that is probably beyond me. That’s not to say that I have a low IQ, but I rather doubt that I’ll be able to comprehend the intricacies of time and multiverse overlap in more than a functioning, vague knowledge sort of way. [It’s not even that he can’t comprehend complicated things, he just more wired to comprehend and process a lot of things at once and come up with a simple solution. A conversation like that would be a little difficult for him to keep up with in that he’s not going to be able to retain a lot of the information.] I do not. My home dimension doesn’t have magic at all, so I know that this isn’t my dimension, even if so much of this city is exactly like the one I know. I’m not even certain if my rival here is the one I actually grew up with or if he’s one from a nearly identical dimension.
Olórin laughed fully and brightly at Wayne’s first remarks. “I don’t blame you at all, Mr. Scott! Many of my own people who are quite intelligent as well cannot abide listening to such things without growing impatient, restless, and bored to the point of actually whining, out loud! Everyone is entitled to their own likes and dislikes, and I certainly won’t judge you for yours.”
His humor turned to attentive thoughtfulness as he listened to the mortal’s latter comments. “I’m sure that my people have been a part of your dimension, since we’re not ‘magical’ beings, not in the way that most people think of it, and watching over all parts of Creation is our reason for being here. It’s interesting, though, that this is what let you deduce that you’re no longer in your dimension of origin.” He could have found out if the Megamind he mentioned was indeed from that same dimension, simply by sending a thought to one of the Valar, but it wasn’t germane to their discussion, so he didn’t bother. “Does it trouble you, to know that you’re no longer there? Losing both one’s homeworld and then the very plane on which it existed…!” He shook his head, sadly. “A great burden to bear, I should think, especially if one has difficulty adjusting to the circumstances.”
I suppose, if you want to get technical, this could be my dimension that has simply had large chunks of it altered by the dimensional overlaps and has gained the addition of Magic Anons because of the overlaps, but I haven’t really tested the theory on a grander scale. Who’s to say that, if I talked to other heroes in other cities, that they wouldn’t know this dimension’s Metro Man in the same way that they know me? [He used to think that this was his dimension, but now he’s not so sure. He’s also not sure that he wants the answer to be confirmed one way or another. On one hand, there’s the chance that this is his dimension and it’s been utterly twisted and warped. On the other hand, there’s the chance that his dimension is safe from all of this and he might never get back to it. Neither is a very positive outlook.]
I handle it pretty well. Besides, I’d been established here for a while before I starting considering that this probably isn’t mostly my home dimension. By the time I started questioning that, I already had reasons why it doesn’t matter. This dimension has brought me a few people that I’d gladly give up my home for. [It’s not very intentional that he skips over explaining why he’s not bothered by loosing his home world very much. He doesn’t remember it, so there’s only a vague lose there unless he really thinks about it. However, the mention of it does bring his attention to something.] I’m guessing Harrison didn’t tell you that my homeworld was destroyed, so how did you know that? Your boss again?
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[As he gets closer, he’s less sure of Megamind’s welcome to his presence. Approaching from the behind Megamind, he stops quite a ways back, but within Harrison’s sight and shrugs, silently asking for more solid permission to join them. After all, it’s his rival’s mood that can be rather shifty in reference to himself.]
Harrison sees his mate approach and when he’s close enough, sees the hesitation in his eyes.
"Hey there sexy," he says with a wide grin, trying to smooth over any potential awkwardness between rivals. "You’re a bit overdressed for an afternoon in the sun. Want a drink with a little umbrella in it?" he offers, holding up his own as an example.
[He stops mid-chew and glances over, immediately embarrassed to be this unclothed in front of his rival. He sinks into his chair a little as Harrison greets him, swallowing down his food and holding out his glass.] While you’re at it, another? [He wiggles his hand with the glass in it in Harrison’s general direction.]
[Wayne smiles crookedly and nods. He’s already here and Megamind is aware of it, so it’s not like he can just bail, even if his rival doesn’t really seem to want him there. Oh well.] Sure, what do you have that’s non-alcoholic?
[While he waits for an answer, Wayne takes his cape off and flips in into the air in front of him. In he time it takes for it to fall to waist height, he has already changed into his speedo and is finishing draping his costume, cape now included, over his arm neatly. He floats down towards the pair, looking for a place to safely stash his clothing.] Hey, Megamind.
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Stunned, it takes several seconds before he’s able to catch up to what’s going on in order to react, immediately pushing Metro Man away even as an actual wall forms between the two of them.
Again he recoils, actually growling as he turns quickly to make sure and keep his attention on Wayne. “Leave.”
[He pouts as Isaiah finally uses english, sticking his bottom lip out and everything.] Aw, and here I thought we were finally getting along. [Grinning, Wayne pats the other man’s cheek roughly before turning to leave.] See you around, sweetheart.
Glaring, he refuses to head inside until he’s certain of Wayne leaving. “You would be mistaken, then.”
Not at the moment, at least.
[Wayne doesn’t allow the tugging to move him at all and ignores the smartass replies, he just stares down at his mate with a flat expression since anything else would end up pouty. It’s thoroughly doubtful that Harrison could manage such torture the first time, considering their bond, but it’s possible that, with enough trial and error, Harrison could either manage it or drive him to humiliation.] No, I think you’d slip up, miscalculate, and/or give in. You’re not that evil, not even when you try.
"Yes, but that is by choice not lack of ability," Harrison retorts He’s still grinning smugly , and now he’s rocking back and forth on his heels. "I have no doubt in my skills. All I have to do is tie you to something you can’t break and I win."
[It actually takes effort to not laugh at that. While Harrison can be mean when pushed hard enough, the man is not capable of being evil or cruel in any form of the words. He smirks back at the smaller man now that he’s sure he’s on firmer ground in the conversation again.] You might want reconsider part of that sentence. ‘Tie me to something I can’t break’? The only thing that fits that description is myself and that obviously wouldn’t stop me from flying around.
Harrison’s eyebrows arch smugly and he practically vibrates with excitement. He has his mate right where he wants him. “You’re right,” he purrs, taking his time to drawl out the words. ”I misspoke. Not something you can’t break. Someone.”
He licks his lips with a thoroughly wicked smirk. ”I’m thinking thick leather leash wrapped around my wrist and clipped to those cuffs. Because you and I both know that you can’t break me, baby. Not just won’t. But can’t.”
[He can feel how positively smug Harrison, but he’s not about to concede just yet. Whether his mate is right or wrong, he’s not about to admit defeat just because Harrison thinks he has won. It’s just not in him to back down to a challenge so easily.] In that case, you definitely won’t be asleep before I molest you then. [Wayne maturely sticks his tongue out at the blue man.]