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Character(s): Zim and whomever wants to join!
Content: Zim almost escapes. almost
Setting: Zim's Base, then..who knows.
Time: Mid week 29
Warnings: You might get a headache from lulzing so hard.
Zim had been hard at work in his base ever since assisting with the cure to that stupid fog thing. God, these puny humans were just asking to be destroyed, what with all their weaknesses..who was weak to a stupid fog? It's fog!! And it took them turning to Zim and a bunch of other stupid spoot-heads to fix the problem for them. He sometimes questioned whether or not the human race would even make worthy slaves for his Tallests.
But hey! It wasn't his problem anymore, this bunch of useless, fat cows could suffocate here for all he cared, cause he was getting BACK to Earth, and the first thing he planned to do is kick Dib's butt so hard, that scary sister of his would run screaming like a greasy, purple-haired piggy.
"Nyeh heh heh heh~" He cackled devilishly under his breath, the very thought making his antennae curl with delight. Sweet, sweet revenge.~
Zim was putting the final touches on his machine, the extended arms on his PAK working simultaneously alongside him. Sparks flew, crackling against his green skin, but fire was nothing to the mighty Irken skin!! Oh yes, and as he finished, he slammed down the panel, taking a step back to look at the perfect replica of the Worm-Hole Driller Deluxe that he used to try and banish Dib-stink and all those stupid kids to another pocket of empty space. And this one even made Irken snacks! Thus the 'Deluxe' part. Anyway, with his hands on his hips and this snarky, shameless, suave grin on his little green face, showing those fangs of his, he was waiting for G.I.R. to pop in with a million questions and crawl all over everything while spouting out compliments and other gibborish--but he didn't. Zim's antennae laid back, and he was actually a little disappointed. The silence saw him lonely..he constantly had to yell at the robot, but he did miss the little idiot.
But that few seconds of non-irken emotion passed quickly, and he slammed a fist down on the big, red 'START' button. It lit up and with a loud whirr, electricity sparked across the nodes at the top. He cackled and screeched at the computer. "COMPUTER!!"
"....Whaaaat?" The computer whined after a heavy sigh.
Zim didn't seem to notice the laziness and insubordination. "INPUT COORDINATES! Set start point for 'current location,' and end coordinates for my base on Earth. I need to pick up a few things before CRUSHING DIB-STINK'S SOUL UNDER THE HEEL OF MY BOOT." He snarled, clenching his fists as the mere mention of that name sent rage shooting up his spine. Especially in light of the current situation.
"Do I have to?"
"YESDOITNOW! NOW NOW NOW!!" He grumbled, leering up at one of the arms that extended from the ceiling of the sub-terra portions of his base.
"But sir, you haven't even programmed it yet."
"...Then upload the program, duh!" He folded his arms across his chest, tapping his boot impatiently on the floor. Jeeze..what, did he have to do everything himself?
With another lazy sound of protest, a cable dropped from the ceiling. Across a large screen behind the Irken, the blueprints and program files for the Worm-Hole Driller, and the updated Deluxe model ran across the screen, followed by a downloading bar.
"...Estimated time until completion three HOURS?" His voice cracked as he whined in dis-belief. He pulled at his antennae, letting out an airy groan of what one could mistake as agony, though it was just more frustration. He had to hurry! Who knows what stupid Dib-stink was doing! He was probably training armies of worthless meat-sacks to capture him and take him to the F.B.I. to have a bucket of germs thrown at him..he'd already been here a few weeks--Oh, but the time started skipping around on the computer screen, and a few minutes later, a shine, green 'DONE' flashed on screen. "Awesome!" Yeah, he knew his base was too advanced to take that long to upload one simple program
The coordinates were set, and lightning jumped between the nodes atop the machine, crackling inside the foreign metal that composed the inner-ring of his machine. The power flickered in the city, and the rail-way shut down from the power Zim had been sapping from it to start up his machine. He cackled maniacally, rubbing his two-fingered hands over one another in such a sinister matter. Finally, a screen of light shone in the middle of the ring, and Zim marched forwards, stepping into the portal.~
AND SUDDENLY, FAIL. IT WAS IMMINENT. The worm-hole's path was solid white, and while light seemed to radiate from every inch of the vortex's walls, which couldn't be clearly defined actually, the light was far from blinding. Zim had no problem walking along on the extended spider-legs of his PAK, and all was going so smooth! But then, electricity zipped along the pathway. Space started to distort, but it was too late. Zim couldn't turn back--he hadn't programmed this worm-hole to be two-ways, and he was being pulled forwards no matter how hard he fought against it. It was magnetic, pulling at every cell in his body with an undeniable force. Strands of darkness twisted into the vortex.
"AGH--NO, WHAT...STOP, GO AWAY, I DON'T WANT ANY!! Go away, go away, go away, go away!!" He swatted at the darkeness, trying to sprint towards the end, looking either way at the encroaching darkness with the look of paranoia on his face. "Noooo! Get out, this is my worm-hole!" His voice strained into an airy bark as he tried commanding the darkness, but the silly alien couldn't do that.
But, at least he made it out! A white vortex appeared randomly on the first floor of Castle Oblivion, within the confines of Paixao, and out came Zim, tumbling and rolling across the ground. Tendrils of darkness reached out of the white vortex of light after Zim. There was the sound of an explosion coming from the vortex before it disappeared in a flash of light. He kicked up a dust cloud and wrestled with the legs of his PAK for a few seconds since the force from the explosion pushed him a few extra feet across the ground, grunting and flailing before getting himself upright and standing on them again.
"Hah! I showed you, you pathe--Heeey!" He chirped out that last word in quite the vexed manner, eyes narrowing. "This isn't my lab! ...Where am I?" Another leg extended from his PAK, this one branching into two metallic limbs at the very end, spreading to show a holographic map--it was fuzzy, static-y, and glitching...
(( OOC: Sorry for the length..again, I cut out what details I could to shorten it. ANYWAY. First person to reply is free to choose where Zim fell out at as long as it's on the floor with Paixao, AND...he doesn't have his disguise on!!~ After that, anyone else is welcome to join in! Also, I had mod permission to do what I'm about to do. >:3 ))
Content: Zim almost escapes. almost
Setting: Zim's Base, then..who knows.
Time: Mid week 29
Warnings: You might get a headache from lulzing so hard.
Zim had been hard at work in his base ever since assisting with the cure to that stupid fog thing. God, these puny humans were just asking to be destroyed, what with all their weaknesses..who was weak to a stupid fog? It's fog!! And it took them turning to Zim and a bunch of other stupid spoot-heads to fix the problem for them. He sometimes questioned whether or not the human race would even make worthy slaves for his Tallests.
But hey! It wasn't his problem anymore, this bunch of useless, fat cows could suffocate here for all he cared, cause he was getting BACK to Earth, and the first thing he planned to do is kick Dib's butt so hard, that scary sister of his would run screaming like a greasy, purple-haired piggy.
"Nyeh heh heh heh~" He cackled devilishly under his breath, the very thought making his antennae curl with delight. Sweet, sweet revenge.~
Zim was putting the final touches on his machine, the extended arms on his PAK working simultaneously alongside him. Sparks flew, crackling against his green skin, but fire was nothing to the mighty Irken skin!! Oh yes, and as he finished, he slammed down the panel, taking a step back to look at the perfect replica of the Worm-Hole Driller Deluxe that he used to try and banish Dib-stink and all those stupid kids to another pocket of empty space. And this one even made Irken snacks! Thus the 'Deluxe' part. Anyway, with his hands on his hips and this snarky, shameless, suave grin on his little green face, showing those fangs of his, he was waiting for G.I.R. to pop in with a million questions and crawl all over everything while spouting out compliments and other gibborish--but he didn't. Zim's antennae laid back, and he was actually a little disappointed. The silence saw him lonely..he constantly had to yell at the robot, but he did miss the little idiot.
But that few seconds of non-irken emotion passed quickly, and he slammed a fist down on the big, red 'START' button. It lit up and with a loud whirr, electricity sparked across the nodes at the top. He cackled and screeched at the computer. "COMPUTER!!"
"....Whaaaat?" The computer whined after a heavy sigh.
Zim didn't seem to notice the laziness and insubordination. "INPUT COORDINATES! Set start point for 'current location,' and end coordinates for my base on Earth. I need to pick up a few things before CRUSHING DIB-STINK'S SOUL UNDER THE HEEL OF MY BOOT." He snarled, clenching his fists as the mere mention of that name sent rage shooting up his spine. Especially in light of the current situation.
"Do I have to?"
"YESDOITNOW! NOW NOW NOW!!" He grumbled, leering up at one of the arms that extended from the ceiling of the sub-terra portions of his base.
"But sir, you haven't even programmed it yet."
"...Then upload the program, duh!" He folded his arms across his chest, tapping his boot impatiently on the floor. Jeeze..what, did he have to do everything himself?
With another lazy sound of protest, a cable dropped from the ceiling. Across a large screen behind the Irken, the blueprints and program files for the Worm-Hole Driller, and the updated Deluxe model ran across the screen, followed by a downloading bar.
"...Estimated time until completion three HOURS?" His voice cracked as he whined in dis-belief. He pulled at his antennae, letting out an airy groan of what one could mistake as agony, though it was just more frustration. He had to hurry! Who knows what stupid Dib-stink was doing! He was probably training armies of worthless meat-sacks to capture him and take him to the F.B.I. to have a bucket of germs thrown at him..he'd already been here a few weeks--Oh, but the time started skipping around on the computer screen, and a few minutes later, a shine, green 'DONE' flashed on screen. "Awesome!" Yeah, he knew his base was too advanced to take that long to upload one simple program
The coordinates were set, and lightning jumped between the nodes atop the machine, crackling inside the foreign metal that composed the inner-ring of his machine. The power flickered in the city, and the rail-way shut down from the power Zim had been sapping from it to start up his machine. He cackled maniacally, rubbing his two-fingered hands over one another in such a sinister matter. Finally, a screen of light shone in the middle of the ring, and Zim marched forwards, stepping into the portal.~
AND SUDDENLY, FAIL. IT WAS IMMINENT. The worm-hole's path was solid white, and while light seemed to radiate from every inch of the vortex's walls, which couldn't be clearly defined actually, the light was far from blinding. Zim had no problem walking along on the extended spider-legs of his PAK, and all was going so smooth! But then, electricity zipped along the pathway. Space started to distort, but it was too late. Zim couldn't turn back--he hadn't programmed this worm-hole to be two-ways, and he was being pulled forwards no matter how hard he fought against it. It was magnetic, pulling at every cell in his body with an undeniable force. Strands of darkness twisted into the vortex.
"AGH--NO, WHAT...STOP, GO AWAY, I DON'T WANT ANY!! Go away, go away, go away, go away!!" He swatted at the darkeness, trying to sprint towards the end, looking either way at the encroaching darkness with the look of paranoia on his face. "Noooo! Get out, this is my worm-hole!" His voice strained into an airy bark as he tried commanding the darkness, but the silly alien couldn't do that.
But, at least he made it out! A white vortex appeared randomly on the first floor of Castle Oblivion, within the confines of Paixao, and out came Zim, tumbling and rolling across the ground. Tendrils of darkness reached out of the white vortex of light after Zim. There was the sound of an explosion coming from the vortex before it disappeared in a flash of light. He kicked up a dust cloud and wrestled with the legs of his PAK for a few seconds since the force from the explosion pushed him a few extra feet across the ground, grunting and flailing before getting himself upright and standing on them again.
"Hah! I showed you, you pathe--Heeey!" He chirped out that last word in quite the vexed manner, eyes narrowing. "This isn't my lab! ...Where am I?" Another leg extended from his PAK, this one branching into two metallic limbs at the very end, spreading to show a holographic map--it was fuzzy, static-y, and glitching...
(( OOC: Sorry for the length..again, I cut out what details I could to shorten it. ANYWAY. First person to reply is free to choose where Zim fell out at as long as it's on the floor with Paixao, AND...he doesn't have his disguise on!!~ After that, anyone else is welcome to join in! Also, I had mod permission to do what I'm about to do. >:3 ))