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Pie Show and Piggehs [Active]

Aug 06, 2007 22:30

Character(s): GIR, Sylar, and whoever feels like dealing with the little Crack on a Stick >.>
Content: GIR's arrival at Paixao
Setting: the Muspelheim gate
Time: Late morning-ish
Warnings: . . . crack on a stick? 8D

( As per usual, GIR was ignoring his Master's orders and playing around the laboratory with PIGGEH. )

muspelheim, zim, gir, dak hamee, sylar

Comments 31

allinthebrain August 9 2007, 06:56:05 UTC

Sylar rubbed his head as his surroundings came into focus. He really wished they'd stop transporting him like that...as much as he liked that Luxord guy, this was getting absolutely ridiculous.

He had no idea "ridiculous" was about to be redifined by what seemed to be a small robot playing with a stuffed pig nearby.

After a curious glance at the robot, he wrote it off as not worthy of his time and instead turned to his journal. He had a lot to catch up on.

doom_doom_d00m August 13 2007, 04:36:11 UTC

The little robot looked over the journal until he realized someone was watching him. He turned around to see some strange human looking at his whosigidget and, with a preparing step backwards, GIR launched himself at Sylar's head.

"HELLOOOOOO MISTER SCARY MAN, DO YOU KNOW WHERE ZIM IS?"

allinthebrain August 14 2007, 00:34:06 UTC

Despite pretty good reflexes and a vast array of powers at his disposal, Sylar failed to see - or hear - the small robot until it was scant feet away from his head. To his utter shame, his only reaction was a yell of surprise, and so he took a very excited robot straight to the face.

It took him a few seconds of very clingy robot to remember his wits. "No, I don't," he yelled, "and GET OFF MY FACE!"

doom_doom_d00m August 14 2007, 06:18:27 UTC

"BUT AH LIKE IT HERE," GIR decided, snuggling against Sylar's face in a very un-henchrobot-like way. This lasted for another few seconds before he jumped off and simply stood at Sylar's feet, clutching his little electrothingermadip and beaming up the human.

allinthebrain August 14 2007, 06:24:50 UTC

What. The burning hell. Had that been.

Sylar stared blankly down at the robot. For once in his life, he was completely at a loss. He had no idea what this thing even was, let alone why it seemed to like his face.

Finally, after a long silence, he found a reasonably plausible question. "What are you, anyway?"

doom_doom_d00m August 14 2007, 06:36:15 UTC

GIR lifted a little clamp-like hand and waved. "I'M GIR!"

He rummaged inside his little chest compartment and pulled out a hotdog bun piled high with . . . well, Sylar was probably better off not knowing. "WANNA HOTDAWG?"

allinthebrain August 14 2007, 18:57:29 UTC

Even Sylar, who was known for eating brains, wasn't about to touch whatever was in that bun. "No," he replied, still trying to figure out what on God's green Earth this thing was, aside from a small robot with ninety percent of its screws loose. "I don't."

"Maybe we should find this...Zim...thing of yours," he finally suggested.

doom_doom_d00m August 14 2007, 22:25:18 UTC

GIR shrugged and scarfed down the hotdog in three bites, smacking his robot non-lips and getting goop and chunks of . . . stuff all over his face, dripping down onto the ground with little splashes. And if some of the goop sizzled when it hit the ground and evaporated, leaving a little charred black hole in its wake, GIR didn't seem to notice or care.

He didn't seem to particularly care about finding his Master, either, as he just suck-suck-sucked away on one of his hands and only removed it to say, "OKAY!"

allinthebrain August 15 2007, 05:08:36 UTC

Sylar couldn't help but watch with widened eyes as the little robot snarfed down the most toxic pseudo-food item he'd ever seen as though it had been...well, tasty.

Maybe this thing would be useful after all, if all the stupid encased inside didn't ruin it.

Of course, finding this Zim-person would be difficult if they had no idea where he was, so Sylar turned his attention back to the journals, intent on returning the little metal bundle of pure insanity to its owner.

doom_doom_d00m August 17 2007, 20:07:41 UTC

GIR continued suck-suck-sucking on his arm until he saw the human start fiddling around with his journalwhositoots. He looked at his own, then back up at Sylar, then down at his own, then back up at Sylar, then down at his own, etcetera. And then he jumped back up towards his new friend, plopping down on his shoulder and leaving a sticky, gooey mess all over it (though, strangely enough, it didn't leave any scorch marks) as he opened up his own journallythingymadoongy and mirrored Sylar.