http://ironfistedrule.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ironfistedrule.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-07-22 10:32 pm
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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


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.

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-25 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Kit wasn't sure what, exactly, had happened, though he was content to approach the gate and its keeper and ask. He would walk away a short time later, with very little in way of an answer, a journal, and a handful of pamphlets. The Jedi soon found a bench surrounded by copper shrubbery, took a seat, and began to explore the journal's functions in relative peace.

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?"

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-25 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes?" Kit would've raised an eyebrow, if he had had the necessary feature; instead, he just tilted his head as he walked closer to Zim. "Kit Fisto, of the Jedi Council." It was a relief that the shouting had stopped, for himself and those within earshot, and almost a surprise that there seemed to be no great crisis as a cause of the noise. Smiling a little, the Jedi clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the little invader with natural curiosity. He didn't believe he'd seen that species before...

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-25 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, the Jedi Council--" He tried to hold back a laugh and couldn't, though it ended quickly. "No, no, no. Not at all. I know your name because I heard you yelling 'I am Zim' at high volume. I'm not after your brain, or your antennae, or anything at all. Don't worry."

...If this kept up, this Zim would probably hurt himself...

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-26 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
More amused by this paranoia than anything else, Kit had been about to say something in addition, but was cut off by the earsplitting howl. It took a moment to recover---it had been unexpected---but the Jedi stepped closer, offering Zim a hand up. "No to what, exactly? It should be alright."

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-26 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
The immediate answer was a long, skeptical silence. "...The branch does not hide your antennae, it wasn't always there, and you did run off. I don't see why you're so very defensive..."

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-26 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright, alright...if it makes you feel better, I won't say anything about them, and I won't draw any attention to them. How's that?" Really, in the face of Zim's tone and expressions, it was a great effort to remain straight-faced and sound serious... he would manage, though; Zim was being serious, and he would respect that. Or try to.

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-28 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Good, good.... I'm sure anyone who does notice will spend more time wondering about why you have a branch on your head. As far as wondering goes, you never did answer my question." Kit peered down at the little intruder, as he was easily two and a half feet taller, which made it difficult to avoid peering down. "Why were you shouting earlier?"

...there would be some reason, right?

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-07-30 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
Kit waited as patiently as he could, smiling and shaking his head when Zim finally answered. "Alright; that's as good a reason as any, although I will ask you to please avoid shouting quite so loudly in the future. You'd probably damage someone's hearing before long, otherwise, and probably mine."

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.

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Of all possible questions, that hadn't been one expected. Surprised into a laugh, the Jedi nodded. "I do, actually, although I prefer pancakes, since they're better suited to wrapping things in." Namely fish. "What about you? What do you usually eat?"

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-08-02 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The principle of the thing was fine, but it still wasn't much of an answer. "Well, what sorts of snacks? There are, after all, a great many things to choose from..." Granted, they would change wherever you went, but there was no harm in that; the variety was limitless.

This was a terrible topic, with its timing... He'd become a misplaced person shortly before lunch.

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Laughing, Kit nodded, a tentacle sliding off his shoulder and swinging with the motion. "Well, anything can be considered a snack, if it's a small enough portion..." He shrugged. "Personally, I prefer fish---for snacks and meals. But baked goods, cheese, fruit... I imagine anything edible will work. So, yes, what are you usually snacking on?"

The longer this conversation went on, the more he found himself wishing for fish, or pancakes....preferably both.

[identity profile] 1moregreenjedi.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kit would listen patiently enough, eventually crossing his arms as he waited, and later raising the eyebrows which weren't there as it became apparent that there were more items to be mentioned. He broke in at the first pause, grinning and tilting his head. "If that's the case, then it's a wonder you aren't round; how many stomachs do you have? ...For that matter, I don't believe I've seen your species before. What are you?"