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Mmm. Burritos. [Active]

Character(s): GIR and whoever may want to join in, but ... you're warned. WARNED.
Content: GIR enters Paixao and ... does retarded things? Like try to beat up some Dusks. WOO.
Setting: Niflheim gateish area.
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: ...Stupidity? And lots of screaming. And violence-by-journal.

"Buuuuuuriiiiii ... to?" GIR stared at his empty paw for a while, his expression blank. ...There was no burrito. Where had his burrito gone? He'd had it just a minute ago. "Wheeeeeeere is my burriiiiiiitoooooo? Master, have yooooooou--" Hopeful, GIR glanced up, hoping to spot Zim, and saw ... no Zim. "Master? Maaaaassssteeeeer?" Noooo Zim. Where was Zim? Oh, there was an important-looking guy up ahead a little ways....

Maybe he knew where his burrito was-- and where Zim was, too.

"Mister~" he called as he waddled over to the man, waving his paws in the air and obviously ignoring whoever else might be around. "Have yoooooooou seen my buuuurriiiiitooooo?" He asked the man and bounced a few times in order to get a better look at him. There was no immediate response, so he bounced more, then moved to tug on his pant leg. "Mister? Mister. Mister. Mister. Mister. Mister. Mistermistermistermistermistermistermistermistermistermister."

"Uh-- Name, please?"

GIR looked up at the man suddenly, and the two simply stared at each other for quite some time. And they staaaaaaaared and stared, then stared some more, the gatekeeper looking slightly confused and GIR looking ... like a really, really shoddy dog toy with an unnerving blank stare.

...Unfortunately for everyone involved, GIR was the first to break the silence with: "Burrito?"

The man raised an eyebrow, mouthed an "oooooookay~" and handed GIR a little device thingy, which the little green dog ... thing took happy into his arms. Paws. Legs. Whatever they were. "Here is your journal. Welcome to-"

"JOURNAL!" GIR beamed enthusiastically, pulling the thing (which was actually pretty large compared to his size) close to his chest and gently nuzzling it. "I always wanted one of these. I loooooove you, jooooournaaaal."

"...Welcome to Paixao. You may ent-"

"I always wanted to see a piiiiiie shoooooow~"

"...Enter through the gate..."

GIR stared blankly at the icy gate as the man pointed toward it, completely and utterly silent-- but not for long. "...Ooooooooooh~" It was pretty. Pretty and icy and gatey, like a pretty ice gate. "PIE SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" GIR shouted suddenly and ran through the gate, arms spread out at his sides as he trotted along, and he smacked right into a something-- something-- something-- WHAT WAS IT?!

He looked up to see who'd he'd bumped into and promptly screamed like a little sissy girl, waving his journal around as he then proceeded to respond accordingly to the situation by running around in a large circle and screaming his head off. ...Because that was always the best course of action to take when you run into scary creature things and your burrito goes missing and your master is gone and YOU HAVE NO PIGGIES TO RIDE AND THERE IS NO DOOKIE. "WHEEEEEERE IIIIIS THE DOOOOOOOOKIIIIIIIE?!" He wailed and screamed as he continued to run around, eventually stopping to attach himself to the creature's shoulder and smack it repeatedly upside the head with his journal. ...Of course, he did so while wailing like an idiot, probably much to the dismay of whoever might have been around, because it was apparently impossible to hit things with random objects properly without screaming.

"WAH-WAH-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed as he jumped off the creature and proceeded to start rerunning his course, taking detours every few seconds to smack random things/people/scary creatures with the odd device he loooooooved so much.

...Maybe he'd wear himself down.

...Not likely.

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Briar had known that venturing outside currently would be an unwise decision, what with all of the strange things running around. However, he most certainly didn't fancy the idea of being cooped up inside for an undetermined amount of time. And thus, he had decided to take his chances on the streets. The plant-mage counted his blessings that he had grown up the way he had; it made it easier for him to avoid the strange things.

Yelling and random shouts drew his attention, and for the second time in recent days, he found himself seeking the source of the noise. And he wasn't surprised to see something green and yelling headed right for him. After all, he had been in a similar situation before, with that Zim kid.

"Hey!!" he called, as the yelling green person(?) neared. He wasn't sure if he would actually draw its attention, nor what would happen if he did.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~" The little green robot ... dog ... thing continued to wail as it ran about, waving its little device just as he had before, while he fled from the odd creatures (which really seemed less interested in chasing him than he seemed in running around screaming like an idiot.) The moment he heard another voice, he stopped dead in his tracks-- thankfully just before he managed to run into the ... human. It looked human.

...And it was tall ... ish ... er than he was.

"WAH!" He screamed, tossing his journal device up at him, and then proceeded to run in little circles around him, waving his arms about and making little squeaky noises as he did so. He wasn't really sure why he was running around in circles around him, but it was kind of really fun, so his running soon turned into a little circle dance.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of him and stared up at the boy. ... And stared. ...And stared.

Briar watched the little green thing as it ran toward him screaming. Apparently, it was a dog, and that particular conclusion came to him as it threw its own journal at him before running circles around him. That the running turned into a dance eventually only confirmed Briar's new theory that anything green, running, and screaming was crazy...

And then it stopped and started staring at him. And continued to stare. Briar heaved a sigh and crouched down so that he was on level with this green dog.

"What were you running from?" he asked of it. Perhaps it was running from the strange creatures he had been seeing about? Or maybe this green, yelling dog was running from another green and yelling being? Whatever it was, curiosity was eating at him. He had never seen a green dog before.

Even as the boy crouched before him, GIR's stare was unrelenting, and it wasn't until after the other spoke that GIR's expression shifted-- from an almost blank state right to one of complete happiness.

"I don't knooooooow~" he replied. He had known at one point, but couldn't recall right now, because he was busy with other things.... Like making happy faces. "Whoooo are yooooooou?" He asked after a moment of silence, then abruptly scrambled to get his journal, as though he'd never asked the question in the first place.

...There was a tiiiiiiny, microscopic voice in his head telling him it might not be such a good idea to be talking to a human, but it was pretty cheerfully ignored and forgotten about the moment he gathered his journal into his arms. "I lost my burrito," he sniffled, tears welling up in his large eyes as he looked up at the boy. "I loved that burrito so much."

The green dog's response seemed a little strange to Briar. How could you run from something and not know what it was? That just didn't follow to him. And then, just as swiftly as the dog's expression had gone from a stare to one of complete happiness, it had left the conversation in favor of fetching its journal. Briar had to crack a smile. For some reason, it was relatively amusing to see the dog hug the journal.

"I don't know what a burrito is," Briar said, clearly puzzled by the word. In fact, he stumbled over it. They didn't have anything like it in Summersea. Of that, he was certain. "But I'm sorry you lost yours. Can I help you find it?"

It was at that particular moment that whatever forces governed Paixao and the arrival of new people decided to dump Tris outside of Paixao. The weather-witch sat there for a good moment or two. Something was distinctly different, Tris just couldn't put her finger on it, disoriented as she was.

She had been sailing, after all. The sea breezes didn't bring much for her to see, and she had (mostly) gotten a chance to relax. Doze, even. She was warm and comfortable in her cabin, gods curse it.

And now? She was outdoors. Freezing. What in the name of the gods? ...And then the source of the anomaly became clear in her mind. Shreiking her brother's name, Tris somehow managed to get to her feet, shove through the line- and run into the gate. Ow.

"Name?"

"Tris Chandler, now let me by!" Taking the object handed to her, Tris shoved through the gate and ran at her brother. An unusual display of affection from her, to be sure, but she hadn't seen him in four years. "BRIAR! BRIARBRIARBIRARBRIAR!" ...Hugging. Oh noes.

"Ooooooooh~" GIR stared at the boy once more, but, quite thankfully, for less time than he had before. "You can help me find it! IT LOOKS LIKE A BUUUUUURRRRRIIIII-" The sound of another's screaming voice sent him into another fit of screams and circle-running, though now he was doing so while laughing like an idiot, as though all the screaming and running was a game. ...Which is was-- to GIR anyway, but most anything was a game to him.

"WAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA~HAAAAAA~" He chucked his journal into the air once more and laughed obnoxiously as he then began to roll and spin in circles all over the small contraption. "DoodiedoodiedoodieDOOOO~"

Briar could feel the presence of his foster sister as soon as she reached the gate. However, not in his many years of experience with the girl did he ever expect her to pratically tackle him in order to offer up a hug.

"Tris!!! How did you...? When did you...?" The plant mage returned the hug with as much vigor. After all, he hadn't seen her in ages, either. Once GIR began yelling, Briar released Tris and extricated himself from her grasp as he watched the green dog. It was a very strange creature to be sure, laughing and rolling on its journal. He wasn't sure how something could be upset one second and then laughing the next. Then again, this wasn't home, so he wasn't really sure that such things weren't the norm elsewhere.

"What brings you here, Tris?" Briar asked of his sister before crouching down to try and stop GIR from rolling around. With all of the strange creatures around, it would probably be wise of them to move on, find somewhere else to go...

I don't know, Tris replied silently. I don't know how or why I'm here. ...What are those white thi- That white thing, with its creepy movement, was too close to Tris for her to be anywhere near comfortable. And then- pain, in her back, and it wasn't going away. Jerking away from her brother, Tris sparked whatever was on her back. It was enough to get the white thing OFF of her, gods be thanked.

...Except that there were a lot of them. "Briar, pick up your screaming little green friend and run." She could handle a pirate fleet, let alone these things, which were trying to attack. She wouldn't let them. Hand on her hair, yank a braid loose, free it of its tie and let the wind form a swirling barrier, protecting the three from whatever they were. I won't take no for an answer, either, so don't argue. I can take care of these and find you. GO.

After the murderer in Thairos, Tris seemed to be able to handle this crisis better than she handled the pirates. She had almost killed that murderer. If they attacked her brother, she really would kill them, no holds barred. Her back hurt, but it was peripheral. She could get it seen to by a healer later. Her focus was the advancing group of... things, keeping them away from her, her brother, and the little green screeching freak thing.

GIR halted all spinning and shut himself up the moment the boy crouched down. "You wanna roll, toooooooo~?" he asked, wiggling his little legs around before he pushed himself up to his feet. One of those white things, he noticed, had jumped on the girl's back, and GIR cheered it on enthusiastically. "I WANTS A PIGGY BACK RIDE, TOOOOOO!"

More came, and GIR's enthusiastic, loud cheering quieted when he finally realized the creatures didn't seem to want to play nice. Of course, his pathetic little mind couldn't wrap around any possibility why the strange creatures wouldn't want to play nice, but ... it wasn't exactly a topic his thoughts found themselves able to linger on for more than a few seconds.

Randomly, he screamed, flailing once more, and ran around in a squeaky circle, grabbed his journal, and turned to face the boy. "I'M GONNA GO FIND ME SOME TACOS!" GIR exclaimed excitedly, smiling widely as he then turned back around and ran, squeakily, in some random direction. Due to his size, it was relatively easy to meander around the strange creatures-- he was more than happy to use this to his advantage, all the while seeming completely oblivious to the danger. "!!!! WEEEEEEEHOOOOOOO~"

Having already taken care of one foreigner, Larxene was on the hunt again, looking for her next victim. And she had found some in the form of a man, a woman, and a really annoying green dog. Standing on a nearby rooftop, she watched as the trio exchanged greetings, ending with dog running off to find his stupid tacos. He wouldn't be a challenge to her anyways, and at least it would be quieter now.

The remaining two wouldn't get off so easily however... Teleporting from the roof, she appeared several meters in front of them, arms crossed, hood down, and a smile on her face.

"Well now, are we having a reunion here?" They both looked pretty young, but she didn’t care. Besides, the young were always so full of life and vigor!

"That's really touching, I’m already getting nauseous."

Briar had been about to go after the green dog when a woman appeared before them. Her sudden appearance startled the plant mage enough that he took a step back. Unconciously, he loosened the cotton bindings of one of his wrist holsters, allowing one of his knives to drop into his hand. He was less than comfortable with the appearance of this woman, mostly because of the means and partly because of his childhood. The mage was taking note of possible ways to escape from the situation, should the need arise.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to stick around," Briar pointed out. "There's plenty of city for you to place between yourself and us."

He was being polite, to concede proper, more formal language to her. He could have sworn up a storm, but he could always save it for later.

Briar, go. Smiling with no warmth behind it at the woman, Tris's hands went to her hair. It looked like absentminded fidgeting to anyone who didn't know that Tris stored magic in her hair.

"I have to agree with him. This appears to be a whole city. If you dislike our reunion so much, then kindly stop distracting me from the task at hand and please leave." That Tris was not snarling was a Bad Sign. Small sparks dancing on her hair, over her hands, were the only outward sign that she was more than mildly annoyed. Briar's issues with this woman's sudden appearance were her issues with the woman's appearance.

Tris didn't take her eyes off of the black-cloaked figre for a moment. Giving Briar a mental shove, she added, Get out of here. If she starts trouble, I can take care of myself.

Aw, they'd gotten offended already. How adorable.

"See, I would go away, but there are a couple of problems with that." She raised her arms and stretched them around a bit before yawning. "For starters, I'm really bored and both of you are going to play with me whether you like it or not."

Larxene noticed the boy arming himself with a knife and smiled. “What, is that the only one you’re going to use?” She shrugged before bringing out all eight of her own. “The other problem is actually really simple.” Entering a battle-ready stance, she looked at both of them. “I'm the one calling the shots here, not you brats. Now then, who’s going to enter me first? Don’t worry; I know what to do with the other one...”

Responding to her mental commands, several Dusks and Creepers appeared from out of nowhere and landed right behind her.

Grinning still, she wondered if children like these could be of any real challenger to her and the other Nobodies. Well, she’d find out soon enough…

Briar heeded Tris' suggestion, in part, taking several more steps back. He kept in mind the possible routes of escape, and the distance between himself and them as he moved. The plant-mage trusted that Tris knew what she could and could not handle, and he knew, equally, that his magic wouldn't be as effective.

Briar didn't appreciate the comment about his knife, but he had been taught not to place all of his cards on the table. Besides, with that many knives at hand, surely this woman was overcompensating for something! Taking a few more steps back, the plant-mage glanced at his nearest escape route.

I don't know if she's going to let me get out of here, Briar pointed out to his sister. But it can't hurt to try.

That being mentally said, Briar reached into the cotton rope of his holster with his magic, coaxing it to draw back the blade. And then, he ran for it.

Tris caught the train of thought Briar had about the woman's knives, if not with a snicker, an amused tinge to her expression. Doesn't matter if she'll let you or not, just GO.

More monsters. Fun. It seemed like playtime was over, then. Pity. "Who says we want to play nice?" Tris was not one for witty banter, but it provided some measure of distraction as her fingers unpinned a braid, ran along it, down the length, YANKED the tie loose and brushed it unbraided.

This was not a play-lightning braid, not like the smaller ones that framed her face. If Lady Overcompensation there wanted to play with the monsters, Tris was going to be serious. This lightning was more than what she'd used on Keth in Thairos, much more than she would ever consider using on a normal person who wasn't, in her mind, an actual threat against her life or her family's. Those monsters were dangerous, though, and those knives seemed a threat.

Lightning crackled all over Tris's body, making her glow for a minute before she sent the sparks she had called from the heavy lightning braid at the woman and the monsters that seemed to be her pets. Her hands worked at unpinning the rest of her braids, a few remaining sparks dancing on the rims of her spectacles.

"Good, because playing dirty is much more fun!" She said to the other woman, knives still held between her fingers, grin never fading for even a second.

Larxene watched as one of the brats made a run for it. Ah men, the bravest of the two genders. A coward like him was hardly worth chasing after, but she couldn't just let him run off scott free now. Oh no, that would be making it much too easy. But as the boy ran, lightning had somehow formed around the girl's body...

A knife wielder and a thunder specialist.

Well, at least they had good taste in weaponry if nothing else.

After gathering around the girl for a couple of moments, all the electricity was sent straight to Larxene, who by now had gotten out of her battle stance and was just standing there. She made no effort to move out of the way, and took the bolts head on. Instead of causing harm however, it only made the female Nobody even more powerful.

"Oh wow, for me? You really shouldn't have" She said, raising one of her hands and staring at her new power. "But if that's all you can do, you're as good as dead. Not that I already didn't know that."

The other Nobodies hadn’t fared as well though, and only their remains were left. Fortunately, reinforcements arrived moments after.

“Go ahead and hunt down the other one, don’t stop until you find him.”

Obeying her commands, the nobodies spread out and left the area.

Why go through the other woman when there were other ways to reach the target?

If there was one thing that Briar could be grateful for right now, it was that he had grown up on the streets. Those instincts were still with him, and he trusted in them to keep him safe as he ran.

Be careful, Tris, Briar said to his sister. And I'll see you soon, I hope?

Down one street, and then a turn. Down further, another turn. And as such, Briar made a meandering path, trying to confuse and throw off anything that might follow. Of course, he wasn't going to look back to find out.

I always am, Briar.

Wait, what? The woman... that was an actual lightning strike's worth of lightning, and she brushed it off! Wasn't damaged, even! ...Must be another lightning-mage. That's just fine, Tris thought, rather than muttered. Her hands went to her hair again, finding another braid. Collateral damage wasn't something Tris enjoyed, but.

Briar, she's sending monsters your way, Tris informed him, sparking with hatred for this woman who so casually commanded monsters to try killing her brother. No. No way in any unpleasant afterlives. Grey eyes focused on the blonde, hatred pouring off of Tris in waves. It wasn't hot rage that consumed Tris, but a cold rage. There was no way, no way someone could order the death of someone in her family. Not after Aymery. A braid was pulled from its tie, turned loose along with the weather in it.

Tris would not play nice, but control was so deeply ingrained on Tris's mind that she would hold whatever she called forth without thinking why. It was a whirlwind braid she had loosed, shoving it in a violent path at Larxene. This was no play-pretty whirlwind, used to entertain. This was serious business, gathering debris and heading at Larxene with an inexorable threat. Tris avoided it knocking her aside like a child would a toy only by merit of her iron will, forcing the winds around her, never touching her body. There was nothing to Tris's world but her intent to kill Larxene, and controlling as much of the violently swirling mass of air as she dared. It took all her concentration and left her open to attack.

Nobody ever said Tris was meant to fight anywhere closer than a mile away.

It seemed like the girl's offense wasn't just limited to lightning-based attacks after all. Who knew? And judging by the look on her face, the lightning’s failure only made her more determined in wanting to emerge victorious in this battle. Such drive and motivation...

Nothing would make Larxene happier than to take that very determination and shatter it thanks to (what she already considered were) her superior fighting abilities.

A large tornado had been made this time, and just like before, Larxene was the target. But unlike before, just standing still and taking it head on wouldn't be very good for her. Lightning was all she could manage, and a whirlwind was definitely not electrical in the least.

The cyclone's speed was impressive, but not fast enough. Just before it hit her, Larxene teleported out of the way and reappeared... several meters behind the other girl. With an arm pulled back and just two knives held between her fingers, she grinned and threw both of the knives at her enemy.

Tris screamed at the knives in her back, going pale as the whirlwind tore free of her control. Oh, shit. Ignoring the immediate threat Larxene presented, Tris curled her hands and threw her magic at the whirlwind, catching it. With little patience or 'grace' to it, Tris proceeded to force the whirlwind to spin in the opposite direction- slowly, at first, then with increasing speed, until it unwound the whole thing into a disorganized mass of winds. Tris wrapped her own body in these, snapping her awareness back into her body.

The weather-witch had endured pain before, she could do it again, but she needed to know that she could get out of this alive. The winds didn't help her much, especially with her eyes open. "Don't you have... better things to be doing?" Tris demanded, taking another braid down. She was already slipshod, her concentration wavering. "Don't make me use this braid. I don't want a fight with you. If you go away, if you leave us alone, I will let you live." It was not a bluff. Tris did not want to use the quake braid.

Ah... The sound of a woman screaming in pain, there really wasn't anything quite like it. However, Larxene's enjoyment didn't stop there, oh no. There was blood now, caused by the wounds made by the knives tearing through girl's flesh. Her clothes were stained, and the blood kept coming out.

"That's a good look for you." she commented, playfully throwing one of her knives in the air before catching it and throwing it again. "Hmmm... I could go after the coward that ran away, and it's been so long since I've last played a decent game of cat and mouse." She wondered what had become of the Nobodies that were sent after him. Had they succeeded? Probably not.

Ah well, she could take of care him later.

"But really..." The smile on Larxene's face had vanished, and in its place, was an expression that better reflected her nickname of 'Savage Nymph'. "You're the one who needs to give me a reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now."

"...One reason," Tris said, yanking the tie free, freeing her winds, sending them at Larxene. Distraction. The big show was yet to come. Tris could feel the inexorable rush of power throgh her as the quake came free of the magical seal kept on it. Tris didn't play around. When she said she would release a quake, she would release a gods-curst quake, and not just a baby quake.

Face knotted in concentration, she set borders for the quake, feeling the strain on her reserves. Slamming her connection to Briar closed for the moment- he didn't need to know that she was resorting to desperation tactics- she focused. The ground was shaking violently, ripples forming in the ground.

There was no way this... this... woman was going to go anywhere near her brother. Tris grit her teeth. At least she was already bleeding. Her blood helped keep the border containing the quake strong.

Though she didn't show it, the sudden gust of winds had actually surprised her. There was no time for sidestepping or getting out of the way. And before Larxene knew it, she was caught in the strong gusts.

Having experienced this kind of magic before, she stood her ground and raised her arms to cover her eyes. But that wasn't enough, because despite her greatest efforts, the blasts of air were still managing to push her back. That wouldn't be a problem for much longer though. With the initial surprise gone, Larxene darted to a nearby alley and jumped up the walls, landing on a nearby rooftop.

Her new foundation wouldn’t last though. An earthquake was now rumbling violently throughout the area, probably another one of the girl’s spells. Regardless of the quake’s origin, Larxene knew that most of Paixao’s structures weren’t strong enough to make through that kind of force. Not wanting to be buried underneath a pile of cement and rubble, she crouched and jumped high into the air, heading towards one of the smaller buildings.

While in midair, she noticed that the weather witch had once again remained immobile. Grinning, the Nobody took out her weapons once again and aimed...

"Way to be an easy target for me." she said, throwing two more knives at her.

Tris was, indeed, an easy target. It was hard to miss a target that literally lit herself up with sparks, after all. ...Much less one who looked like she'd just got ice shoved down her shirt. The weather-witch sank to her knees, fighting to keep her quake in control.

Ah, irony. It loved her, really it did. ...Sandry? Tris asked. Well, who else would it be, with a presence like that in her mind? It wasn't as if Tris could muster the concentration to protect Sandry the way she had Briar.

...This was not good. Tris clenched her jaw, forcing the quake away, diverting it until it was harmless to this place. It took the last vestiges of Tris's control, and she slumped against the ground. She had to keep fighting this woman, but she just didn't have the energy to do so.

...This was so not good.

Landing on another nearby rooftop, Larxene observed the fallen woman. The earthquake was gone now, along with her opponent's ability to keep on fighting. That was it? Well, at least it was entertaining for a couple of moments if nothing else. Putting away her knives, she dropped down to the ruined ground and casually walked over to the other girl.

"Worthless.” She paused for a moment. “But what can I expect from someone like you?"

She got down on one knee, grabbed her by the hair, and leaned in closer to her ear. "How does it feel?" Larxene whispered. "Knowing that your miserable life is in my hands. I can end it in a flash if I want to."

Raising her other arm, the Nobody patted her on the cheek a couple of times. "But where would be the fun be in that?"

She let go of Tris' hair, stood back up, and looked downwards at her. “It’s much more satisfying for me to leave you here, battered and all cut up. You weren’t even able to get so much as a scratch on me. Maybe that other brat will put up more of a fight…”

Larxene shrugged and turned around. “Oh well. Try and stay alive, okay? I’d like to play with you again sometime.” With that, she started to walk away from the girl, and telling the other Nobodies not to lay a finger on her either.

This girl had now become her prey, and nobody else was to touch her.

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