6 MONTHS LATER... [Completed]
Character(s): ZIM! And Briar. And Gaston and Jack.
Content: Zim reappears from wherever it is where he disappeared to and proceeds to make a fool out of himself.
Setting: Near the Paixao Central Station, J6.
Time: Monday2, afternoon.
Warnings: Caps lock abuse. Stupidity. LOTS of stupidity.
Anyone around the center of Paixao would be treated to a very, very strange sight: what appeared to be a boy of around eleven years old was gesticulating wildly to thin air, his voice upraised and clearly infuriated as he went on and on about… well, who knew what? Those unfortunate enough to be standing close enough could probably decipher the following:
“Wretched HORRIBLE stinking WORMBEASTS!! They DARE steal my, MY!! INGENIUS GLORY, and INVENTION, and use it for their own?! As a PLAYTHING!!! And DESTROY IT, in their filthy FANGS, and little CLAWS, and their-EWWW EHHH RAWWRRRRR! HOW DARE THEY!?” He kicked at the stone street, immediately shrinking back and shrieking in pain, clutching at his foot and hopping about for a few moments. Once he regained his composure, he jumped back a few feet and pointed furiously at the offending bit of ground, eyes blazing as he roared, “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!!! DO NOT INVOKE THE WRATH OF THE IRKEN ELITE!!!”
He continued pointing at the ground, chest heaving in righteous fury. Or something. How dare they…. He looked back in the direction he had last seen one of those curious, glowing white creatures disappear into, the remains of one of his gadgets still stuck between its teeth. What were they, anyway? Some new kind of life form? An evolved… thing… of… life-having?
Zim quirked one nonexistent eyebrow and dropped his arm, finally thinking to look around at the people who all stood and stared at him, their faces rather shocked. Quickly, he flailed both his arms and put on his best innocent expression, laughing a little nervously and saying, “It’s-eh, Tourette’s! Yes, yes, a hideously NORMAL human disease, that I SIMPLY CANNOT CONTROL. OH, THE HORROR. MUCH LIKE MY SKIN CONDITION. I’M NORMAL.”
Without further ado, he sprinted off in a completely random direction, screaming his head off.
He eventually came to a stop some distance away, dodging behind a building and pressing himself against the side of it and listening intently for a few moments for the distinct sounds of pursuit. When none came, he sighed audibly in relief and began walking again, whistling to himself. The mission went well… nevermind the fact that he still had no idea where he was other than the name given to him when he had first arrived, “Pikes-ow” or whatever it was, and his attempt at contacting the Tallests had been rather rudely interrupted by that… cat thing, which had lead to it stealing his communications device, then a horrible wild chase around the city with lasers, explosions and a horde of the things appearing for him to battle, eventually ending with him cornering the thing finally only to find that it had torn it into pieces and probably eaten some of it too.*
Hence his earlier tirade.
But, the mission went well! That had been a… experiment, yes! To see how the animal would react to ingesting Irken technology. Yes. That was it. He meant to do that. Now he just had to… make a new one, so he could contact his leaders, and inform them of just how well his mission was going! All he had to do was find some supplies…
Still whistling casually to himself, Zim continued walking down the street, his goal clear in his mind. First, supplies. Then… the WORLD!!!
*[ooc: … Don’t look at me like that. This kind of weird, half-ass explanation is completely canon for the show. I’m not lazy, I swear.]
Content: Zim reappears from wherever it is where he disappeared to and proceeds to make a fool out of himself.
Setting: Near the Paixao Central Station, J6.
Time: Monday2, afternoon.
Warnings: Caps lock abuse. Stupidity. LOTS of stupidity.
Anyone around the center of Paixao would be treated to a very, very strange sight: what appeared to be a boy of around eleven years old was gesticulating wildly to thin air, his voice upraised and clearly infuriated as he went on and on about… well, who knew what? Those unfortunate enough to be standing close enough could probably decipher the following:
“Wretched HORRIBLE stinking WORMBEASTS!! They DARE steal my, MY!! INGENIUS GLORY, and INVENTION, and use it for their own?! As a PLAYTHING!!! And DESTROY IT, in their filthy FANGS, and little CLAWS, and their-EWWW EHHH RAWWRRRRR! HOW DARE THEY!?” He kicked at the stone street, immediately shrinking back and shrieking in pain, clutching at his foot and hopping about for a few moments. Once he regained his composure, he jumped back a few feet and pointed furiously at the offending bit of ground, eyes blazing as he roared, “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!!! DO NOT INVOKE THE WRATH OF THE IRKEN ELITE!!!”
He continued pointing at the ground, chest heaving in righteous fury. Or something. How dare they…. He looked back in the direction he had last seen one of those curious, glowing white creatures disappear into, the remains of one of his gadgets still stuck between its teeth. What were they, anyway? Some new kind of life form? An evolved… thing… of… life-having?
Zim quirked one nonexistent eyebrow and dropped his arm, finally thinking to look around at the people who all stood and stared at him, their faces rather shocked. Quickly, he flailed both his arms and put on his best innocent expression, laughing a little nervously and saying, “It’s-eh, Tourette’s! Yes, yes, a hideously NORMAL human disease, that I SIMPLY CANNOT CONTROL. OH, THE HORROR. MUCH LIKE MY SKIN CONDITION. I’M NORMAL.”
Without further ado, he sprinted off in a completely random direction, screaming his head off.
He eventually came to a stop some distance away, dodging behind a building and pressing himself against the side of it and listening intently for a few moments for the distinct sounds of pursuit. When none came, he sighed audibly in relief and began walking again, whistling to himself. The mission went well… nevermind the fact that he still had no idea where he was other than the name given to him when he had first arrived, “Pikes-ow” or whatever it was, and his attempt at contacting the Tallests had been rather rudely interrupted by that… cat thing, which had lead to it stealing his communications device, then a horrible wild chase around the city with lasers, explosions and a horde of the things appearing for him to battle, eventually ending with him cornering the thing finally only to find that it had torn it into pieces and probably eaten some of it too.*
Hence his earlier tirade.
But, the mission went well! That had been a… experiment, yes! To see how the animal would react to ingesting Irken technology. Yes. That was it. He meant to do that. Now he just had to… make a new one, so he could contact his leaders, and inform them of just how well his mission was going! All he had to do was find some supplies…
Still whistling casually to himself, Zim continued walking down the street, his goal clear in his mind. First, supplies. Then… the WORLD!!!
*[ooc: … Don’t look at me like that. This kind of weird, half-ass explanation is completely canon for the show. I’m not lazy, I swear.]