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The Most Horrible Invasion Ever [active]
Character(s): Zim and Kit Fisto
Content: Zim enters Paixao, two green aliens meet, Zim makes an utter fool of himself.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Somewhere between morning and noonish
Warnings: Anything that you could expect from Zim
Content: Zim enters Paixao, two green aliens meet, Zim makes an utter fool of himself.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Somewhere between morning and noonish
Warnings: Anything that you could expect from Zim
Somewhere on Earth, a boy had gone missing and, though he left an impression on everyone he met, he wouldn't be missed. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if the majority of the populace were celebrating the fact that the green child hadn't appeared in the local skool that morning. In fact, most doctors would be relieved that they could now go for at least a couple of days without seeing people who were going deaf due to the boy's mind-shatteringly loud screams of whatever-he-happened-to-be-feeling-at-the-moment.
Yes, the people in that town on Earth certainly had something to celebrate about. Unfortunately, the residents--both foreign and native--of Paixao had now come into possession of one green 'child' by the name of Zim.
He seemed innocent enough with his wide violet eyes (via contacts) staring blankly ahead and red-violet, segmented tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He had been standing like that for around half an hour, and, though it had been found cute (albeit strange) for a couple of seconds, the people in the long line in front of Joutenheim gate had now decided he was in a state of shock. Once that decision was made, Zim was completely ignored.
By now, Zim had been out of his trance for a grand total of one second. Coming to a sudden realization that something was amiss, he opened his mouth and out came a series of cries so loud they could probably be heard by half the city.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?! I AM ZIM!!!" Violent points accompanied each sentence, changing target each time. There was no specific person, building, or object in mind; the very act of the point was good enough.
Zim frowned as the only reaction he got was a wince and short stare from the line-goers. With a slight snarl, he marched his way up to the gatekeeper, roughly shoving anyone who had been standing in the line out of his way. He was Zim, and Zim needed no 'lines.'
"You! Stink-pig beast of smell! I demand you tell me everything that you know! Everything..." he shook his fist in the gatekeeper's face, the man taking it in stride and holding out the journal and pamphlet that he gave to everyone.
"Here you go!" he cried cheerfully, with the largest, happiest, sweetest grin he could muster. His only response was a twitch and the jutting out of Zim's lower jaw.
"THIS IS NOT TELLING ZIM EVERYTHING!!" Zim snapped back, but snatching the journal and pamphlet out of the gatekeeper's hand anyway. He stared at the items for a bit before starting to walk away, now thoroughly distracted. He only stopped when he heard the gatekeeper ask for his name, and it was only to deliver the automatic screech of "I AM ZIM!" before continuing on his way.
Yes, the people in that town on Earth certainly had something to celebrate about. Unfortunately, the residents--both foreign and native--of Paixao had now come into possession of one green 'child' by the name of Zim.
He seemed innocent enough with his wide violet eyes (via contacts) staring blankly ahead and red-violet, segmented tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He had been standing like that for around half an hour, and, though it had been found cute (albeit strange) for a couple of seconds, the people in the long line in front of Joutenheim gate had now decided he was in a state of shock. Once that decision was made, Zim was completely ignored.
By now, Zim had been out of his trance for a grand total of one second. Coming to a sudden realization that something was amiss, he opened his mouth and out came a series of cries so loud they could probably be heard by half the city.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?! I AM ZIM!!!" Violent points accompanied each sentence, changing target each time. There was no specific person, building, or object in mind; the very act of the point was good enough.
Zim frowned as the only reaction he got was a wince and short stare from the line-goers. With a slight snarl, he marched his way up to the gatekeeper, roughly shoving anyone who had been standing in the line out of his way. He was Zim, and Zim needed no 'lines.'
"You! Stink-pig beast of smell! I demand you tell me everything that you know! Everything..." he shook his fist in the gatekeeper's face, the man taking it in stride and holding out the journal and pamphlet that he gave to everyone.
"Here you go!" he cried cheerfully, with the largest, happiest, sweetest grin he could muster. His only response was a twitch and the jutting out of Zim's lower jaw.
"THIS IS NOT TELLING ZIM EVERYTHING!!" Zim snapped back, but snatching the journal and pamphlet out of the gatekeeper's hand anyway. He stared at the items for a bit before starting to walk away, now thoroughly distracted. He only stopped when he heard the gatekeeper ask for his name, and it was only to deliver the automatic screech of "I AM ZIM!" before continuing on his way.
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This didn't last long. He was distracted by the shrieking.
Deciding it would probably be best to investigate, Kit pocketed the journal and pamphlets, moving towards the source of the noise. He was surprised to find a creature so small and yet so loud, and approached faintly amused. "Zim! Hello; is there a reason you're shouting?"
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And how did he know Zim's name? It could only mean one of two things. Either Zim was just that famous or the creature in front of him could read his mind and was planning on devouring his delicious brainmeats. He decided he would wait to come to a conclusion after he received a response.
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...If this kept up, this Zim would probably hurt himself...
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...Wait. Antennae? Zim froze, slack-jawed before he reached up, patting his head. His wig! It was GONE! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zim cried out, falling to his knees and raising his hands up to the sky. He even clenched them into fists to display the SHEER DISTRESS that was going through his mind.
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...there would be some reason, right?
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Wait, since when did he need a reason to shout? When did reason go along with shouting? Was there some memo he missed? Was it some common knowledge Zim had missed? Would it make him appear less normal?! Zim thought quickly and came up with a full-proof reason, one that he was certain Kit couldn't get by. "Because it's fun."
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Was it only by chance that the Irken had stated a legitimate reason...? The reason itself was solid enough, but the brief confusion and panic preceding it had been noticed and duly noted.
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A base... Yes, he needed one of those. He didn't have the same device that had created his base back on Earth, so it seemed he was going to have to find a building around here somewhere and adapt it.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked over at Kit again. "So... eh... You like waffles?
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This was a terrible topic, with its timing... He'd become a misplaced person shortly before lunch.
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The longer this conversation went on, the more he found himself wishing for fish, or pancakes....preferably both.
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Zim had never heard of any enemies matching Kit's description, but it was entirely possible that the Tallest just hadn't gotten around to telling him yet. They often accidentally forgot to tell him things quite a bit these days, but they were very busy, so it was excusable. The Tallests wouldn't keep information from their best invader on purpose, after all!
Oh no, he was onto this brain-eating enemy's game, and he wasn't going to fall for it! In fact, he was so not going to fall for it that it had to be put into words. His eyes narrowed as he glared at Kit. "I'm onto you... Don't think you can fool Zim with your smiley questions of DOOM! You'll get nothing of me! NOTHING! NOOOOOOOTHING!"
Zim screamed the last word as he ran away, arms straight up in the air and his face scrunched up from the sheer force of his yell. As he disappeared into the distance, the branch he'd been wearing slipped off of his head and onto the ground, Zim taking no notice.