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@madamemalot
❝―WOW. Too bad! TOUGH one, ZIM!❞
ind. sel. lit. 8+ years exp. Tallest Purple of INVADER ZIM
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Her heart could have leapt out of her throat the instant she set eyes on it. GIR, out in the middle of the road, in a desperate attempt to catch the attention of an incoming ice cream van. The Malot had to flag down the driver before he unintentionally created roadkill.
With a protective grip on his fake paw, she stomped back his master’s premises before he could get into any more trouble.
“Zhat van would ‘ave squashed you, little one! Ze driver could not ‘ave seen you zere!” She scolded at him wide eyed, still a little shaken from the adrenaline rush, “You must promise you vill not do zhat again!”
he blinked in confusion when he was promptly led back home, without getting the ice cream he had so desperately wanted. his head tipped to the side a bit as she spoke to him, trying to understand what he’d done wrong. in his mind, he had gone about trying to get ice cream in a perfectly normal and healthy way, after all. he didn’t want to further upset the girl either, though, especially not when she was being so nice.
“awwww but dats always how i get ice creams!!!” yes, sometimes there was a small crash involved, but gir’s robot body protected him from getting too beat up, and the drivers never seemed hurt. their vehicles often took some damage, sure, but at least they’d made a sale!
He has done this before..? Mutiple times before? The Malot furrowed her brows in concern thinking about the amount of damage GIR could cause unsupervised. As harmless as the little robot's intentions were, he seemed to be unaware of the effect his actions have.
Vix knew Zim would not condemn this type of behaviour. Frankly, neither should she. It was not her responsibility, and she found it rather challenging to raise her voice at such a cute green face.
But she could not bare to leave him without proper advice. He was as clueless as a child, after all.
Exhaling softly through her nose, she stopped walking and crouched down eye-level to GIR, "Listen, dear. I know you love ice cream. And you want it so bad you could chase zhat van for miles and miles. But ze roads are so very dangerous. Bad things can 'appen if you run out zhere." She explains, not losing eye contact for a second. She allows the tense silence to linger a little longer before revealing a warm smile.
"So, I'm going to teach you 'ow to cross ze road safely."
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Hey there!! Zim 2000 here to say- If you’re interested in hanging out and helping me with plans of the normal human caliber and NOT world conquest, ahem, you should totally give this blog thingy a follow! I worked pretty hard on it after-all, and I’m slowly dying as we speak haha!
So give a dying irken a chance would’ya?? Thanks!!
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-what I was meant to do was CATCH ME THAT ALIEN !
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@madamemalot
“The noises! Don’t you hear it?? The dogs are coming!” A cold sweat trickled down the back of his green neck as he heard those vicious growls and howls. Oh no!
“We must hide! And by we I mean ZIM!”
"Don't be dramatic. If you run zhey vill chase you." She pointed out harshly, giving the irken an pestered frown, "You own a dog, do you not? You should know 'ow to deal vith zem."
Vix knew very well the 'dog' Zim owned was not in fact a dog. Perhaps as wild and reckless as one at times, but besides from that there was nothing too convincing about it. Even the fur was a strange color. Why would an invader attempting to blend in with human society choose such a eye-sore shade of green for his minion's disguise...why would he actively choose to keep himself green as well?
It was not too surprising Zim had not devised a plan to avoid or escape these dogs yet; his main goal was not even achievable the way he was going about it.
@invaderofdoom
Her heart could have leapt out of her throat the instant she set eyes on it. GIR, out in the middle of the road, in a desperate attempt to catch the attention of an incoming ice cream van. The Malot had to flag down the driver before he unintentionally created roadkill.
With a protective grip on his fake paw, she stomped back his master's premises before he could get into any more trouble.
"Zhat van would 'ave squashed you, little one! Ze driver could not 'ave seen you zere!" She scolded at him wide eyed, still a little shaken from the adrenaline rush, "You must promise you vill not do zhat again!"
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Blending in was one of the hardest parts about this stupid Earth mission and this stupid ‘keep an eye on Zim’ duty that he had been put on. Of course, he had to be the one to deal with it. Of course. Why wouldn’t it be the actual leader who was in charge of diplomatic reasoning? That wouldn’t make sense. Was he bitter that his co-ruler wasn’t the one stuck with this job? A little bit. Drawing attention to himself though was something he was trying to avoid.
That was why he kept to back alleys, avoided talking to people when not necessary, and tried to avoid going out if need be. Of course, his cover as a school teacher made it…harder for him to just stay quietly to himself. But, it was a good cover!
And when he felt those eyes staring at him, he would try to ignore it. If he just ignored it they wouldn’t approach him. He could just simply move on with his life and be fine. That was often the case, people stared because of his height and he had learned to accept it. He was an almighty tallest afterall, they should be thankful to be in his tall presence!
But then she talked. And his nose would scrunch up at that, god this was the first human to actually approach him when he made active efforts to ignore it. Teeth would grit and he would turn to face the source of the voice. Who was this short, sassy child that was lost? A brow would raise at her question.
❝ A coffin? No, i’m certainly not dead. I haven’t spent any amount of time in a coffin. ❞ He would pause, confused look on his face. Just what was she implying? Was she on to him not being Human? He hoped she wasn’t. ❝ I’m just a perfectly regular, normal human teacher. I don’t sleep in coffins, I sleep on a couch like everyone else. ❞
Well he certainly put up a convincing argument. Yet, the young girl was not convinced - far from it. Her eyes remained squinted, taking on a more scrutinising role as she intrusively observed his every feature, all the while walking to the opposite side of him with her hands hid behind her back. Her face was devoid of doubt; a scowl and an arched eyebrow revealing this. Her authoritative act could have payed tribute to any headmaster/student confrontation, except in this case, the heights were switched. Vix could not care less how much shorter she was - she still felt like the bigger person.
“Mmhmm. Sure you do. I suppose you also eat garlic like us normal people do. And bask in ze sun vhenever you get the chance, right? I don’t suppose you also love vearing silver! Just like any average Joe vould!”
Each sentence marked a weakness. A weakness that applied specifically toward vampires. You know, the species of supernatural, bloodthirsty humanoids with sharp fangs and capes? Those ones! Surely enough, Vix noticed that the tall man before her shared a considerable amount of these traits - he wore a cape and had sharp teeth. That was no coincidence! If one thing was going to be achieved here, it would be getting this stranger to confirm her suspicion.
Vix silently slipped her cell out of her black purse, the action concealed by her back. Her thumb, without support of sight, was familiar enough with the location of each app on the screen to operate without. As soon as she was sure it was hovering over the flashlight, she softened her expression and spared him a small, sweet smile.
“Oui, I am very certain you are indeed a normal ‘uman being. So now zhat we’ve established zhat, you can...BURN UNDER ZE BLARING LIGHT OF YOUR VAMPIRE DEMISE YOU VILE BEAST!” She screeches psychotically, abruptly whipping out the phone from behind her back and aiming the flashlight directly into the man’s eyes.
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〘🔻〙: Zim could feel his own pride being blugeoned with each step he took. An IRKEN Invader, receiving help from the enemy? PATHETIC! PITIFUL! DISGRACEFUL! And yet… he made no move to let go until his boots stood once more on solid, flat ground. Without the support, he reached out to grap ahold of the railing, his free arm still wrapped around his middle.
“Zim relies on… NO ONE!” he hissed through gritted teeth, a grimace painted on his face, “L.. Lunches… right. Yes.”
The alien, too, looked up and out towards the sidewalk. He felt as though he were lightyears away from his base. Away from safety. He could call GIR to pick him up, but he feared the children catching him in the act. Besides, this child was right here. She would surely see the use of his communicator! PAK legs were out for the same reason. He didn’t have many options left, did he?
Zim moved his free arm long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow, before returning it to its place. His pride had already taken quite the beating, but he was beginning to fear not only the inevitable wave of children, but the Dib catching him in such a state.
“Zim can… walk!” he croaked indignantly, though he didn’t sound very sure of himself, “I must… go now! Before… Before the DIB shhhhows up.”
Of course the writhing thought of his arch nemesis witnessing him in such a pitiful state was eating at the alien's mind - it prevented any logical thinking. Or...was that the doing of his over-bloated ego? Vix was well aware both factors played a part in his increased hostility.
Was she really about to put aside their differences and attempt to drill some sense into him?
"I see. It vouldn't be ideal for you to let Monsieur Dib see you like zhis. If my calculations are correct, you 'ave approximately two minutes left to get out of 'ere before a stampede of children flood ze street." Her voice flat; blunt as a hammer. She was not exactly trying to get a rise out of him - Zim's energy was already at an all-time low.
"Vhy don't use just use your metallic limb thingies Dib told me about, hm?" Vix bends her fingers around to mimic the movements of a spider, "Or vould you rather I carry you back 'ome?" She scoffs, raising her eyebrows condescendingly.
"...zhat vas a joke, by ze way. I'm not carrying you. Not in a million years."
With that, she advances a few steps, then turns back expectantly - arms crossed and foot tapping. Would he even try to move, or just lounge stubbornly on the railing until she left?
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A slender strip of black shadow was barely caught by her emerald orbs as it rendered the washed out wall of the backstreet alley - crooked bricks must have been misshaping it, as it looked much too tall to belong to a human. Vix leaned sideways to follow it to the source, and could not help but recoil in genuine surprise. If she had not been decided to use an ATM to deposit her ridiculous amount of pocket money, she would not have witnessed the absolute giant to stroll out of the back-way. If that wasn't enough, he looked sickly pale, and his eyes appeared heavily sleep deprived.
Despite her stare practically penetrating him, he continued to walk past, as if she were not even there. Being so lanky it was probably safe to say he had his head in the clouds. He most likely did not even catch sight of her.
A bothered pout formed on the Malot's mouth as he crossed her - she found it rather rude. Clearly she had something to say to him. The cape draped over his back; the red bags hanging under his eyes; the fact he was staying exclusively under the shade.
Something was...off. And she a good idea of what.
"Pardon me, Monsieur!" Her feminine voice piped up, seeming to catch his attention. She had pronounced the last word sceptically enough at least get a reaction out of the stranger.
"I'm down 'ere." She murmured shortly after, squinting up at him with a forged smile, "Is it just moi, or do you look like you just sprung out of a coffin?"