{ The Nightmare Begins // Open + Active }
Character(s): Zim + whomever sees him, for he is...very small.
Content: Zim stumbles upon Paixao by accident totally on purpose.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid week 26, late morning
Warnings: You might lose your mind. Just saying..
Zim had just finished up a repair job and was heading back to Earth, his trusted G.I.R. unit initiating the next step of his diabolical scheme, and was piloting his custom Voot Cruiser, heading to his base of operations. He'd entered the atmosphere and was crashing towards Earth, heading right for the surface of the Pacific Ocean, but instead of hitting it like a meteorite, he leveled out with ease and began flying horizontal across the anxious Ocean at break-neck speeds. A few moments before he was expecting to see the first fragments of land, the Cruiser's G.P.S. started to go on the fritz. He could no longer get a lock on his position and he encountered turbulence. Normally his Voot Cruiser was able to use G-force stabilizers to compensate for such things, but this was too sudden for the Cruiser to be able to properly stabilize within the short time he was caught.
"Eh? What's going on?!" His antennae raised as he pulled up a few screens with a pair of spider legs that emerged from the PAK on his back as he kept a firm hold on the ship's controls. Despite his screens starting to break up, flickering between snow and bleary displays, he was able to ascertain that he was being drawn into a worm-hole. "No! No, stop, where are you going!? Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!!" He growled in frustration and started pulling up other control panels to attempt to input commands manually and re-route information to try and get a decent reading, but to no avail. It didn't matter any more, either as in less than a minute, the turbulence faded away and he leveled out again.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as his positioning system was still going in and out, images of a few levels within a large building slowly rotating in brief flashes between screens of snow. This wasn't right. His antennae perked as he remained alert and focused on the patch of land that was quickly growing out on the horizon. He remained high in the air, but circled the citadel he came upon once. "Hm? Hmmm...." His pitch remained low and questioning as a microphone emerged from his PAK. "G.I.R? ...G.I.R. ....G.I.R.! G.I.R. Come IN! G.I.R.!?" Nothing but static. He growled with a frustrated little roar of sorts and the microphone withdrew. He had no choice but to land, doing so in front of the north-eastern gate. His wig and contacts dropped from a compartment in the Cruiser and he snatched them from the mechanical arms to put on. He hopped out of the Cruiser as he was fixing his wig, taking a wary look around. "Stupid..pile of dirt..can't even maintain a stable space-time.." He grumbled off under his breath, movements jerky as the occasional grunt came out quite loud without ever reaching a yell.
In the distance, he could see a line of those stink-bags and the rest of the hideous piles of fetid meat that co-inhabited their boring little rock. He turned to the Voot Cruiser and pressed a handy little button, his main means of transportation folding into a handy capsule that was stowed away within his PAK. He headed to the line and skipped right to the front.
"Excuuuse me.." With a grin that skirted the line between friendly and...well, scheming. His pitch raised a bit and seemed rather harmless. "But why are there a bunch of humans all in line to get into this place?" He totally ignored the protests behind him as if there were no other bags of worms around.
"Get in line, come on kid, gotta keep it moving."
Zim's lips pursed together with a huff of a sound gurgling in his throat. "Hmmmmmm..." But when he spoke again, he used that same, seemingly harmless tone. Albeit there was a hint of annoyance there. "I don't think you heard me..I asked you where. am. I?" He eyed a person as they passed through, taking the journal and pamphlets the guard had to offer.
"It's not your turn, just go to the back, kid."
Zim's eyes narrowed as his jaw jutted out in frustration, his short temper coming into play. He didn't have time to wait behind these balls of mobile filth for a stupid bunch of lame and primitive technology. After sizing the guard up, he hopped up and snatched the next batch of papers and the journal right from his hand, his voice a mocking chirp. "Gimmie!" And ran into the city with a triumphant cackle.
He ignored the protests behind him and, in an odd, but smug mix of a triumphant march and a stroll through the streets. He'd tossed the pamphlets over his shoulder already, and was busy fiddling with the little gadget, already analyzing the build and possible capabilities of this little device. And he hadn't even taken it apart yet. Until he figured out what this little device was for, how it functioned, and after modifying it to best suit his purposes, he'd pay no mind to the fact that he was suddenly thrown into this strange, foreign city. Cause he totally had every intention of coming here, anyway. Yeah, Zim set his coordinates to this place just to study this other aspect of the human culture and learn more of their primitive technology and why the lived this way so he could put it to use against them after his satellite started to brain wash those fat, ugly, sweaty grease-cows.
[[ Sorry it's so long. :/ I tried to shorten it as much as possible by cutting out small, irrelevant details. I cut out as much of Zim's expressiveness as I could spare to keep this post from turning into a novel(cause I don't wanna deter possible characters for him to interact with because there was a huge block of text), but there wasn't much I could drop. In short, Zim was on his way back to Earth, while flying across the ocean, got sucked into a little wormhole that took him to Paixao, cut in line, snatched a journal, threw away the pamphlets, and he's just meandering the streets in disguise, focusing entirely on this little journal while denying to himself the fact that coming to the city was an accident/mistake. ]]
Content: Zim stumbles upon Paixao by accident totally on purpose.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid week 26, late morning
Warnings: You might lose your mind. Just saying..
Zim had just finished up a repair job and was heading back to Earth, his trusted G.I.R. unit initiating the next step of his diabolical scheme, and was piloting his custom Voot Cruiser, heading to his base of operations. He'd entered the atmosphere and was crashing towards Earth, heading right for the surface of the Pacific Ocean, but instead of hitting it like a meteorite, he leveled out with ease and began flying horizontal across the anxious Ocean at break-neck speeds. A few moments before he was expecting to see the first fragments of land, the Cruiser's G.P.S. started to go on the fritz. He could no longer get a lock on his position and he encountered turbulence. Normally his Voot Cruiser was able to use G-force stabilizers to compensate for such things, but this was too sudden for the Cruiser to be able to properly stabilize within the short time he was caught.
"Eh? What's going on?!" His antennae raised as he pulled up a few screens with a pair of spider legs that emerged from the PAK on his back as he kept a firm hold on the ship's controls. Despite his screens starting to break up, flickering between snow and bleary displays, he was able to ascertain that he was being drawn into a worm-hole. "No! No, stop, where are you going!? Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!!" He growled in frustration and started pulling up other control panels to attempt to input commands manually and re-route information to try and get a decent reading, but to no avail. It didn't matter any more, either as in less than a minute, the turbulence faded away and he leveled out again.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as his positioning system was still going in and out, images of a few levels within a large building slowly rotating in brief flashes between screens of snow. This wasn't right. His antennae perked as he remained alert and focused on the patch of land that was quickly growing out on the horizon. He remained high in the air, but circled the citadel he came upon once. "Hm? Hmmm...." His pitch remained low and questioning as a microphone emerged from his PAK. "G.I.R? ...G.I.R. ....G.I.R.! G.I.R. Come IN! G.I.R.!?" Nothing but static. He growled with a frustrated little roar of sorts and the microphone withdrew. He had no choice but to land, doing so in front of the north-eastern gate. His wig and contacts dropped from a compartment in the Cruiser and he snatched them from the mechanical arms to put on. He hopped out of the Cruiser as he was fixing his wig, taking a wary look around. "Stupid..pile of dirt..can't even maintain a stable space-time.." He grumbled off under his breath, movements jerky as the occasional grunt came out quite loud without ever reaching a yell.
In the distance, he could see a line of those stink-bags and the rest of the hideous piles of fetid meat that co-inhabited their boring little rock. He turned to the Voot Cruiser and pressed a handy little button, his main means of transportation folding into a handy capsule that was stowed away within his PAK. He headed to the line and skipped right to the front.
"Excuuuse me.." With a grin that skirted the line between friendly and...well, scheming. His pitch raised a bit and seemed rather harmless. "But why are there a bunch of humans all in line to get into this place?" He totally ignored the protests behind him as if there were no other bags of worms around.
"Get in line, come on kid, gotta keep it moving."
Zim's lips pursed together with a huff of a sound gurgling in his throat. "Hmmmmmm..." But when he spoke again, he used that same, seemingly harmless tone. Albeit there was a hint of annoyance there. "I don't think you heard me..I asked you where. am. I?" He eyed a person as they passed through, taking the journal and pamphlets the guard had to offer.
"It's not your turn, just go to the back, kid."
Zim's eyes narrowed as his jaw jutted out in frustration, his short temper coming into play. He didn't have time to wait behind these balls of mobile filth for a stupid bunch of lame and primitive technology. After sizing the guard up, he hopped up and snatched the next batch of papers and the journal right from his hand, his voice a mocking chirp. "Gimmie!" And ran into the city with a triumphant cackle.
He ignored the protests behind him and, in an odd, but smug mix of a triumphant march and a stroll through the streets. He'd tossed the pamphlets over his shoulder already, and was busy fiddling with the little gadget, already analyzing the build and possible capabilities of this little device. And he hadn't even taken it apart yet. Until he figured out what this little device was for, how it functioned, and after modifying it to best suit his purposes, he'd pay no mind to the fact that he was suddenly thrown into this strange, foreign city. Cause he totally had every intention of coming here, anyway. Yeah, Zim set his coordinates to this place just to study this other aspect of the human culture and learn more of their primitive technology and why the lived this way so he could put it to use against them after his satellite started to brain wash those fat, ugly, sweaty grease-cows.
[[ Sorry it's so long. :/ I tried to shorten it as much as possible by cutting out small, irrelevant details. I cut out as much of Zim's expressiveness as I could spare to keep this post from turning into a novel(cause I don't wanna deter possible characters for him to interact with because there was a huge block of text), but there wasn't much I could drop. In short, Zim was on his way back to Earth, while flying across the ocean, got sucked into a little wormhole that took him to Paixao, cut in line, snatched a journal, threw away the pamphlets, and he's just meandering the streets in disguise, focusing entirely on this little journal while denying to himself the fact that coming to the city was an accident/mistake. ]]