𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 // 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄

❝What exactly is your ambition? Besides finding new ways to annoy me?❞

That voice- familiar, painful, impossible… but there was no body it wasn’t impossible but no one could have seen it coming. You should have. Anger, shock, disbelief, grief, relief- everything swirled around her head making it difficult to think to process. She turns towards a familiar figure she never thought she’d see again. 

“What?” when every emotion tries to come out in one word all she is left with is a noise of breathy disbelief in a sharp juxtaposition to her form- graceful yet with a posture stiff and defensive, a viper coiled and ready to strike if needed. “You-”

-should be dead, -can’t be here,-’re alive, -should have stayed dead, -’re a bastard, -‘re here so what do you want.

She relaxes slightly- the shock gone she had always been good at processing things even with her emotions making things difficult- but not enough to make anyone believe there was any trust in the figure before her, no that was gone. 

“Syndrome.” there is ice in her words, her anger had always ran cold- the ice to his fire.

   “Intel wasn’t wrong about this -- God, am I gonna cry? This is too GOOD.”

   It’s self-indulgent, really, but wasn’t that Buddy Pine? He enjoyed every moment of this, the way she looked at him, oh! If he could have had a camera on hand, he’d be a happy man. Instead he relaxed, nonchalant despite his godlike achievement. He’d always loved getting a reaction out of Mirage, the tastiest beanpole in the world.

   “Hey now, what’s with the hostility? I didn’t free your arch nemesis and force a lotta paperwork onto you and -- oh yeah -- uproot your whole life, now did I?” He let out a sigh, larger than needed. “It’s okay, really, and -- right, right, right, you’re welcome for the company.” He tapped a foot in the grass, to step forward.

   SUPERVILLAIN LOOK BOOK // SYNDROME (buddy pine.)

   Above is a summary of how you’ll find Buddy dressed; as the canon material has him in only that (damn) supersuit, people tend to assume he’s in that all the time. While I totally understand that, and will try to roll with the punches, I thought I’d put together an aesthetic of how I interpret him.

   While people think he’s short and fat because...? His main point of reference is Mr. Incredible & Mirage, both of whom are either super tall or super thin. He’s broad, sure, but I never saw him as fat or short. He’s taller than Mirage, who wears heels, and he’s only half a foot shorter than Mr. Incredible who’s about 6′9″. (I made a whole post about this specific headcanon.) Point is, he’s slick and he knows business.

It was pointless to come here, disturbing old ghosts, every time was the last time but not long after here she’d be again- standing over an empty grave. Some would chalk it up to grief but sometimes Mirage wasn’t sure she was allowed to grieve- their her actions led to this- but she loved him, still did even after he broke her heart and worst of all her trust. She could have died that day but in the end he did- it was almost poetic.

She had been here longer than normal- it was time to go back to real life. Let the dead lie until the next time.

   Theatrical? Syndrome?

   Please.

   The overcast afternoon caused the shadows to vanish, and in some way, that was true. Not that he was desperate for the world to see him, as few knew of his feats. Why would The Incredibles (crappy name, by the way) think to report a dead man?

   No, they shirked off their problems to that Rick Dick guy, who went to his bosses and, well... Who did they work for? There was a reason the division closed down; the government was in debt to his company for weapons, and they needed to get their money from somewhere.

   Whatever, the point is, here’s the one who caused all these problems. Not that the mechanical ball of death hadn’t made most of them. He approached, dark coat, dark shirt, dark expression. “For someone so smart, you really don’t question things, do you?” His voice was light and airy, thoughtless -- she really kept coming here, huh?

SYNESSE:               noun               Syndrome ala the Incredibles (with future proof verse, so they can participate in The Incredibles 2.)