Clash of the Egos [active]

[ironfistedrule.livejournal.com]

Characters:  Zim, Gaston, anyone else
Content:  Zim begins his valiant search for flowers and candy!
Setting:  The Glass Bonsai
Time:  Morning
Warning:  Zim

Zim had decided to start his search for the key to world domination early.  There were many stores in this place.  Who knew which one had what he desired?  Was there a specific type that he needed?  Maybe he should have thought this through more...  But no!  Time was of the essence!  The sooner he received those lessons in conquering, the sooner he could finish his mission (and maybe annihilate the Dib-worm, too)!

And so he found himself outside of this... "Glass Bonsai" (whatever that meant), the closest shop that he could find.  Clutching a spare branch he managed to find--just in case his wig decided to disappear again--he quickly began plotting how to go about this.

Finally, the first outlines of a plan began to etch themselves in the Irken's mind.  First... First!  He would go inside!  Yeeeesss...  Such inside going he would do.  Then!  Then he would walk up to the counter-slave and demand that they tell him where he could find the flowers and candy.  If said counter-slave refused to respond, they would be disposed of.

But what if the human decided to ask questions?  Zim needed an excuse.  Ah!  Truly he was ingenious.  He would simply say that he wanted to eat them!

Wait... did humans eat flowers?  He forgot.  Well, they ate many other oddities, so flowers couldn't be too unbelievable.

So, go into the shop, demand flowers and candy, destroy the counter-slave if it refused to tell him, repeat his brilliant excuse should he be asked questions, destroy the counter-slave if it asked too many questions, receive the flowers and candy... and blow up the shop afterwards to destroy all evidence.  Yep, that sounded like it would work.

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[mymanlyself.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmm... Power..." Sadly, Gaston was barely surprised by the Zim creature's outburst about his personal desires. He had been half-expecting something along those lines. With all his talk of power and minions, Zim obviously thought he was a person of great importance. The hunter thought it was fairly obvious that he would never be anything more than a loudmouth nobody, or at the most someone's irritating sidekick. There were some people who could achieve greatness, and then there were those destined for obscurity. Zim was one of the latter, no matter what he chose to believe.

Still, Gaston wasn't going to tell him that. Why destroy his dreams? Maybe if he kept at it, he'd make it to mediocrity someday.

Gaston was willing to set him straight on the purpose of the shop, though. "No, not minions. It's not that kind of pawn. A pawn shop buys valuable goods from people who need money. The people have a few weeks to buy their goods back, but if they don't, the pawn shop resells it. You can find a lot of interesting knickknacks there... jewelry... maybe some furniture... Somehow I doubt you're looking for anything of that nature."

[ironfistedrule.livejournal.com]

No minions? None at all? Zim was tempted to accuse the large human of lying, but that would take too much time. Time Zim didn't have. As much as he hated to admit it, he was simply going to have to take the word of this human when it came to whether the shop of pawns really was for pawns. But still... What in the world was a "knickknack?" It sounded painful. Maybe it'd come in handy. Yes, Zim would have to remember this shop. He'd get all the "knickknacks" that he could and use them against the humans. The pain they would feel would be endless in its... endlessness!

He had completely ignored the mention of jewelry and furniture. The human was right. Zim had no need for jewelry or furniture. They would be useless in this! Well, unless they had a Vortian couch in there, but that seemed rather unlikely. This place was too... subpar for it.

But the human seemed to have enough knowledge on the shops of this place. Perhaps Zim could manipulate him into telling him where he might find the items he needed. Manipulate, of course, would be simply asking him where the flowers and candy in this place were, but Zim would ask in a plotting, evil manner. And manipulate just sounded cooler. "So... If this shop of pawns isn't where I would find flowers and candy, where would Zim find it?"