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{ The Nightmare Begins // Open + Active }

Character(s): Zim + whomever sees him, for he is...very small.
Content: Zim stumbles upon Paixao ~~by accident~~ totally on purpose.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid week 26, late morning
Warnings: You might lose your mind. Just saying..

Zim had just finished up a repair job and was heading back to Earth, his trusted G.I.R. unit initiating the next step of his diabolical scheme, and was piloting his custom Voot Cruiser, heading to his base of operations. He'd entered the atmosphere and was crashing towards Earth, heading right for the surface of the Pacific Ocean, but instead of hitting it like a meteorite, he leveled out with ease and began flying horizontal across the anxious Ocean at break-neck speeds. A few moments before he was expecting to see the first fragments of land, the Cruiser's G.P.S. started to go on the fritz. He could no longer get a lock on his position and he encountered turbulence. Normally his Voot Cruiser was able to use G-force stabilizers to compensate for such things, but this was too sudden for the Cruiser to be able to properly stabilize within the short time he was caught.

"Eh? What's going on?!" His antennae raised as he pulled up a few screens with a pair of spider legs that emerged from the PAK on his back as he kept a firm hold on the ship's controls. Despite his screens starting to break up, flickering between snow and bleary displays, he was able to ascertain that he was being drawn into a worm-hole. "No! No, stop, where are you going!? Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!!" He growled in frustration and started pulling up other control panels to attempt to input commands manually and re-route information to try and get a decent reading, but to no avail. It didn't matter any more, either as in less than a minute, the turbulence faded away and he leveled out again.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously as his positioning system was still going in and out, images of a few levels within a large building slowly rotating in brief flashes between screens of snow. This wasn't right. His antennae perked as he remained alert and focused on the patch of land that was quickly growing out on the horizon. He remained high in the air, but circled the citadel he came upon once. "Hm? Hmmm...." His pitch remained low and questioning as a microphone emerged from his PAK. "G.I.R? ...G.I.R. ....G.I.R.! G.I.R. Come IN! G.I.R.!?" Nothing but static. He growled with a frustrated little roar of sorts and the microphone withdrew. He had no choice but to land, doing so in front of the north-eastern gate. His wig and contacts dropped from a compartment in the Cruiser and he snatched them from the mechanical arms to put on. He hopped out of the Cruiser as he was fixing his wig, taking a wary look around. "Stupid..pile of dirt..can't even maintain a stable space-time.." He grumbled off under his breath, movements jerky as the occasional grunt came out quite loud without ever reaching a yell.

In the distance, he could see a line of those stink-bags and the rest of the hideous piles of fetid meat that co-inhabited their boring little rock. He turned to the Voot Cruiser and pressed a handy little button, his main means of transportation folding into a handy capsule that was stowed away within his PAK. He headed to the line and skipped right to the front.

"Excuuuse me.." With a grin that skirted the line between friendly and...well, scheming. His pitch raised a bit and seemed rather harmless. "But why are there a bunch of humans all in line to get into this place?" He totally ignored the protests behind him as if there were no other bags of worms around.

"Get in line, come on kid, gotta keep it moving."

Zim's lips pursed together with a huff of a sound gurgling in his throat. "Hmmmmmm..." But when he spoke again, he used that same, seemingly harmless tone. Albeit there was a hint of annoyance there. "I don't think you heard me..I asked you where. am. I?" He eyed a person as they passed through, taking the journal and pamphlets the guard had to offer.

"It's not your turn, just go to the back, kid."

Zim's eyes narrowed as his jaw jutted out in frustration, his short temper coming into play. He didn't have time to wait behind these balls of mobile filth for a stupid bunch of lame and primitive technology. After sizing the guard up, he hopped up and snatched the next batch of papers and the journal right from his hand, his voice a mocking chirp. "Gimmie!" And ran into the city with a triumphant cackle.

He ignored the protests behind him and, in an odd, but smug mix of a triumphant march and a stroll through the streets. He'd tossed the pamphlets over his shoulder already, and was busy fiddling with the little gadget, already analyzing the build and possible capabilities of this little device. And he hadn't even taken it apart yet. Until he figured out what this little device was for, how it functioned, and after modifying it to best suit his purposes, he'd pay no mind to the fact that he was suddenly thrown into this strange, foreign city. Cause he totally had every intention of coming here, anyway. Yeah, Zim set his coordinates to this place just to study this other aspect of the human culture and learn more of their primitive technology and why the lived this way so he could put it to use against them after his satellite started to brain wash those fat, ugly, sweaty grease-cows.

[[ Sorry it's so long. :/ I tried to shorten it as much as possible by cutting out small, irrelevant details. I cut out as much of Zim's expressiveness as I could spare to keep this post from turning into a novel(cause I don't wanna deter possible characters for him to interact with because there was a huge block of text), but there wasn't much I could drop. In short, Zim was on his way back to Earth, while flying across the ocean, got sucked into a little wormhole that took him to Paixao, cut in line, snatched a journal, threw away the pamphlets, and he's just meandering the streets in disguise, focusing entirely on this little journal while denying to himself the fact that coming to the city was an accident/mistake. ]]

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Toph had just gotten nachos from the Cafe Erestat and felt a new and short person come in. In fact, this person was a bit shorter than herself. that was a change.

The earthbender continued to munch on her nachos as she approached the...thing. She could feel antennae under the stupid wig it was wearing, and she could even feel the thin contacts on his eyes. This should be interesting.

"Are you new here Antennae-boy?"

His attention lifted up from the electronic device when he heard a scratchy, annoying little pest calling out to him. Any logical person would've ignored such a comment, as it would've been acknowledging that he had antennae. However, Zim just looked up.

"Hmmmm?" His voice seemed a little strained, and despite the fact that when he looked up, his eyes narrowed, the curiosity in his voice could easily be heard.

"What are you talking about?" That curiosity drained after getting an eye-full of this oddly dressed female. She looked like some hobo that was trying to look pretty for some reason. Not like she was. She was hideous, anyway. And what was wrong with her hair? It looked like a squirrel had curled up on it and died.

"I'm a perfectly normal human spawn. Who are you?" One could easily see he was rather annoyed by her outrageous accusations--I mean. He had a skin condition! Jeeze..BUT STILL. After that brief, stiff-bodied, hands-on-hips and aloof expression on his face, his stance shifted to that of suspicion, looking her up and down as his eyes narrowed again. "You're head's too small to be any relation to that hideous Dib."

Toph snorted. "Oh yeah?" She walked up to the...thing, and reached for the wig on his head. "I can feel that's a wig, and I can feel the two thingies growing out of your head. What are you anyway?"

Toph was too interested in the thing to answer its question. Besides, if she were to give it a name, she'd lie and say she was Azula. She had no trust for this guy at all, as it was obvious he had no trust in her.

"Yeah. So there." He stuck his worm of a tongue out at her in a childish manner, his arms folding across his chest as he straightened his back, drawing himself up to his full height as though to establish his authority.

However, when she reached for his wig, Zim suddenly became defensive. His brows furrowed and his lips suddenly curved into a disapproving sneer/frown. His arms unfolded and flailed towards hers to knock the hands away. And he was, of course, conscious of the fact that even through gloves, his two clawed fingers were still dangerous..and that would give him away. Which was bad.

"Hey, heeeeey!" He started with a grunt of a whine, what one would expect when one's mother was licking her thumb to wipe off a spot in front of said child's friends. "WHAT are you doing!? Get away from my hair!" But then it shifted to something more incredulous with a grunt thrown in between statements. He finished off with a throaty and defensive tone--my, how expressive this alien is. "I spent hours to get it perfect! Perfect, I say!" His voice cracked as he described how long it took as the pitch to his voice fluctuated and rose as if to seal truth into what he said, before it was finally throaty again, almost demanding that she believe how perfect it really was. Cause. Well. Let's face it, his hair is AMAZING. Yeah, you're jealous. He could see how jealous she was.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I already told you, I'm a normal, filthy little human-spawn." And once he had taken a step back and was out of her arm's reach, his voice went back to a matter-of-fact chirp, and his face was no longer near-frantic from how defensive he'd become all of a sudden. Instead, he let his arms fold behind his back with an almost sweet little smile as he rocked back on the heels of his boots quickly, letting the toe of the soles smack the ground with an audible sound.

Toph frowned. She didn't know why this guy was trying to blend in to be human. She knew there were plenty of...people(?) here that weren't.

"Filthy? I don't know. You seem pretty clean. I'm supposed to be the filthy one."

A grin suddenly spread across her face, and she jammed her heel into the ground, bending the earth to make a cobblestone fly towards this things head to try to knock the wig off.

Just because this dead-squirrel-haired girl here knew better, didn't mean that Zim was aware, or that he cared. He's supposed to blend in, not announce who and what he is to the world. Besides, it's pretty easy to spot an Irken Invader, and many planets knew the terrible, inevitable fate that would befall them once an Irken insurgent landed to scope out the terrain.

"Hey, you catch on quick." He still hated her gross, twitchy...human guts, but at least she knew her place. Zim's nasally voice reflected how pleasantly surprised he was, his lips parted to outline a darkly amused, toothy grin.

But then the amusement faded when a rock just flew at him! OUT OF NOWHERE! WHAT SORCERY WAS THIS? He took in a short gasp, his voice cracking as the expression of shock was vocalized. He didn't have time to react, thus it clocked him square in the face. His legs flew up in the air and he landed head-first.

"AGH!" He bounced once after hitting the ground, sitting up afterwards to rub at his head. Zim jumped to his feet with a frustrated growl, bearing his fanged jaws in a sneer. He looked around, whipping around in every which direction--it never occured to him that this hideous little bag of filth had anything to do with it.

"Who threw that! Who dares hit the great Zim with a stupid ball of your smelly dirt!!" Again his voice was airy and scratchy, the enraged vehemence obvious. Other patrons of the city stared down curiously at the small alien and gave him wide girth, thinking his vicious outcries and aggressive, fist-shaking threats..well. Awkward and annoying.

Edited 2010-11-25 01:05 (UTC)

Toph was laughing pretty hard. This guy was a riot!

"Hahaha! Looks like I missed. I was aiming for your stupid wig." Being an earthbender was awesome, and she knew she'd have a fun time with this thing now.

Toph walked over to a nearby bench and started picking her toes, cleaning out the dirt and grit that always manages to get stuck between them. "So, Zim where are you from?"

His head darted left and right, looking around. He half expected to see that stupid Dib-stink and hear that grating, nail-on-chalkboards cackle of his. GOD, that stupid sound was like torture to his poor antennae. "Hmmm?" He looked one way, then another once more. "..Hmmm..." He saw nothing..everyone was just going about their business, avoiding his theatrics. There was no cackling save for the stupid horse laugh coming from this girl, so he gave up on the search, brushing himself off with a snobbish air about him.

His eyes were no longer narrowed. Instead, he stood up straight with his jaw in the air like nothing happened. He was totally awesome, totally composed, he was NEVER hit with a clod of dirt. What, you say you saw it? LIES. FILTHY LIES. But..now that that's cleared up..

"I still don't know what you're talking about." His voice was pleasant and so nonchalant as he denied the fact that he wore a wig. He'd deny it to the bitter end until he was caught red-handed. "Eh?" He lifted a brow, attention perking as the squirrel-head asked where he was from.

"...Che, well Earth, of course. Duh." His eyes rolled, his wrist doing much the same. Wasn't it obvious? I mean, he looked like a perfectly normal filt-spawn...aside from his terrible skin condition. "Where else would I be from? I live in a nice little house in a quiet cul de sac with my parental units." And oh, how he just stared in disgust when she started picking at her feet. He shuddered, one leg curling up as his arms folded against his chest momentarily.

Toph moved her head up and turned her face in Zim's direction. She gave him an odd look. He just got a rock in the face, and he was denying that even happened. Oh no. No one does that to Toph.

Toph got up and walked over to the little freak. "I don't know what a 'cul de sac is, but I do what this is." Toph moved as if to do some kung-fu on the little thing, but instead of hitting him, she bended the earth around him and made him sink so only his arms and head were above the ground. "What do you have to say about that freak-o?"

"Eh?" Zim stared at the girl as she suddenly got up. He watched her approach, and though he was suddenly defensive and he tensed, his eyes only narrowed. What was she suddenly so upset and all nasty about? All he did was answer her stupid about where he was from..and suddenly, she looked like someone stole all of her snacks.

"Hey, what are you--get away from me you infected little rodent!" He grunted and started moving backwards to put more distance between himself and the taller person, but suddenly, he dropped into the ground. WHAT WAS THIS? Zim let out a shrill shriek and started to flail around, kicking at the ground.

"I SAY GET ME OUT OF THIS DIRTY ROCK! OUT, OUT, OUT" He sneered, spider-legs extending from his pack to start clawing at the ground, digging into the cobbled rocks of the street to try and pull himself out. All the while, he shrieked at the top of his lungs in his raspy, nasally voice as though he owned her and were giving her orders. CAUSE HE WAS. SHE, ALONG WITH THE REST OF THIS STUPID HUNK OF JUNK CALLED A PLANET WOULD BOW TO IRK'S MIGHTY FIST!

Edited 2010-11-27 07:11 (UTC)

Toph grinned at her small accomplishment. She crouched down and brought her sightless eyes closer to Zim. "I think you need to learn some respect, little guy." Toph knocked on the ground with her knuckles. "You see this flithy dirt and rock? Yeah, I can control that." Toph stood back up and earthbended Zim out of his little hole.

"Oh, and those metal things in your pack? Yeah, I can bend those too, so don't try anything funny, Shorty."

"Respect your gross, twitchy....ORGANS and HIDEOUS faces!? NEVER! NEVERRRRRRR!!! It is YOU that should respect ZIM!!!!" Oh, he continued to screech in that raspy, authoritative and demanding snarl of a yell right in her face.

She just stuck him in a HOLE in the GROUND. How does that merit respect? Why did she even think she would get any from him in the first place!? JEEZE, these humans were loopy. Irkens were clearly superior to them in every way! Humans were worse than the stupid Screw-Heads and Vortians, always complaining. At least the Vortians were smart and USEFUL, though they clearly weren't as smart as Irkens. And nowhere near as resourceful, amazing, brilliant, and as deserving of reverence and celebration as the mighty Zim. Of course.

"HEY!" ...! Oh, look, he was out of the ground.. She didn't even DO anything, and why were her eyes all..creepy and...milky!? He entirely forgot about her threat to his precious PAK for a moment. "You look freaky..have you ever gotten your eye-implants checked out? I think they're defective. And how did you make that hole? WHY DID YOU PUT ME, YOUR FUTURE OVERLORD, INTO THIS ICKY TERMITE MOUND!?"

...Oh! That's right, she threatened to use her freaky-dink powers on his PAK, too. He still had to yell at her for that one, too. "AND DON'T TOUCH MY PAK!! You're not awesome enough to put your grimy, infected mitts on my PAK."

Zim was small, yes, but..there were times that, despite his raging ego and defective PAK, he was actually intimidating. And this was certainly one of those times he tried to be just that. Oh, his eyes narrowed with a vicious glare of malice and disdain. His lips curled back into a sneer, revealing his fangs after he demanded, neigh, ordered that she not so much as consider the idea of doing anything to his PAK. It was a highly sensitive piece of machinery, and she looked like she didn't even know how to use a screwdriver, let alone handle his PAK! After that order, though, his voice dimmed to a snarky hiss and his eyes merely remained narrowed and glaring.

Edited 2010-11-28 09:20 (UTC)

"Have it your way then, Shorty." Toph gave up. This little worthless, loud, screeching creature wasn't worth it, though, she'd make sure to find him if she came to be in a bad mood. He'd make a good ball to play with.

"I'm blind, Shorty." Toph used her fingers to spread her eyelids open to emphasize the point. "I don't see the same way you do." And she wasn't about to explain how she could see to this thing. She'd let him make up his own ridiculous theory, and then screw around with him later.

"I'm what you call an earthbender. Back where I come from, there's all sorts of people who can control stuff like water, fire, air, and earth. So it's not hard for me to do something like this. Toph moved in her fluid motions again, this time causing a small pillar of earth to rise from the ground next to Zim. She bended it to make it into a statue of what Zim would look like without his wig, but getting a noogie from Toph. She was rather fond of such a creation of art, and decided she'd keep it there for the moment.

"You know what, Shorty? You're not really worth my time now, so I'll just leave you and your precious little pack alone." Toph grinned and shook her head. She was kind of sorry that Azula wasn't here, or she'd direct him in her direction. Their craziness together would be pretty comical. "I'll see you around." Toph turned and walked off, leaving the little freak behind as she went off to get back to Sokka and Suki.

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Dude, it was very amusing to read. I liked it. :D

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2/2 ..these icons really help and make it fun. :D

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