pureVENOM: Oh sheesh, I am LAZY!! I won't even work on my fics!! What's WRONG with me!? Argh!
Marcellus is pronounced with a hard C. Not like this, "mar-sel-oos". Like this, "mar-kel-oos". Whee! I love that name! It's so kewl!
Short chapter. I'm stopping early. The noises of my family bother me.
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Chapter Eleven: Lil? Leaving?
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Lilith sat upon a small knoll in the city park. It was cold, dark, and lonely. Jes the way I like it. Nice, no?
She was thinking about the little adventure with those weirdoes she had the other day with the Mind Delvers. Yeesh. What a mess it was. Stupid Fausta.
'Maybe I should just go back to Avis and lie, saying that I destroyed the little monster. They'll believe me, the gullible fools. I've only been working for them so well for so many years,' the Wing Mercenary thought to herself with her usual frown.
She suddenly stood up.
'Yeah, who needs that idiot's Onyx medal for evidence?! I'm just gonna go back there, and get my next target. It CAN'T be as annoying as Fausta. Lousy teenage invaders! Those punks should sink into the stinking depths of Styx!'
Lil wrapped her stola about her shoulders a little tighter, feeling a cool breeze blow by. She wanted to be untouched by the disGUSTing spring air as little as possible.
What a stupid season spring was! The typical, flower-filled, sun-stained, bunny/squirrel/birdy-chirping times that she hated so much. Filled with HAPPINESS. How could those despicible mortals ever be HAPPY, CONTENT with what they had??
Lowly technology. Hunger. Poverty. Such short life spans. Working below others.
How sickening, how degrading!! Lilith wondered why.... more people couldn't be like... her.
*** At the Dib-house
We're used to seeing good, ol' Gaz sitting, playing her beloved games, right? Well, it's quite late at night at the moment. Around twelve thirty-five at night to be more exact.
Let us go and take a peek around the house.
Ah, Gaz's room. Oh, look! How cyuuute! Gaz is in some cute, skull-covered PJs, lying on across bed, still playing her GSMIV! Naughty girl. It's WAY past her bedtime, but who cares, right?!
And, in Dib's room. Hm... AGH!! *thud!* Crap. There're wires to weird machines like EVERYWHERE on the ground. Hmph. Watch your step, huh?
Ah, well, the lights in the room burn brightly. And our favorite Human-hero is sprawled across his own bed, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. He is doing... OMG!! Tedious, redundant, Geometric proofs! Looking about the papers, it seems that each are over fifty steps long, and based on the Pythagorean Theorem. (-_- *shudder*)
Huh. Too bad Dib's dad's lovely homeworking-completing mechanisms aren't currently working, hm? Well, look on the bright side, Dibby! You've completed about three fourths of Bitters's assignments!
"Burning sacks of balogna..." Dib muttered angrily. Aw, how nice and sane we all seem! "If only that dumb Wing-girl hadn't made us do that stupid Mind-Delvy thing. Mister Bitters wouldn't've made us do all this 'make-up' work. I only hope those two are suffering as much as me."
*** Faust and Fausta's Earthen base-- Fausta's room
Huh. Fausta's still wide awake. Insomnia, maybe? Who knows? She's just lying there, staring at the sea-life-filled ceiling with a non-expressive expression.
Ooh, there's a neat, lil' log on her desk! It's open to a full-page, written in an ink that flows from black to dark-green, her two favorite colors. Yick, what sloppy handwriting. If you can even CALL those scribbles handwriting!
Let's forget all about the detestable word 'privacy', and take a peek at the most recent page! Ahem!
' Well, the little Mind-Delver plan didn't go as planned, thanks to Zim's defective SIR. Perhaps I should repair it?? ......Nah. Heh. I'm sure it still does more damage to Zim, than to me.
I've learned that the resulting concoction of mixing our (mine, Zim's, Dib's, Lilith's, GIR's, Gaz's, and Nny's) disturbing sub-conscious minds together is a very strange and deadly one. I plan to do more research on this someday. Maybe I'm a bit un-saner than I had thought. What really surprised me though, as well as my two wonderful rivals, was the fact that my idiot other-self had found the Excitare, while being dragged about on the ground. Sigh. I can't believe it...
I'll never try some stunt like this again, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to destroy that horrible Steel Wing. What goes around comes around, no? She tries to kill me, I try to kill her. Heh. And although we've both had plenty of experience in this, it seems that we're both pretty bad at it. Sad, really.
Huh. The Bitters creature assigned a very large amount of Geometric work to do when we came to take our homeworks from him after skool. It took about an hour for my delightful computers to complete all of it. I wonder if the Dib-mortal will finish in time. Hah, I can't wait to see that overly-large face of his tomorrow.
Hm. I'm writing quite a bit today, aren't I? ...And just who am I addressing, anyway!? Is writing to one's self a schizophrenic habit? I should look this up. Not that Human research on psychology would probably help me any. Ah, I should go visit Marcellus! He must be so tired, lonely, and positively dying down there, with out anyone to remind him to sleep and eat.
I'll go after skool tomorrow.
I was planning to watch this one movie, Zombies and Riverdancing Giants, on PayPerView tonight, but I've decided to try to get to sleep instead. Sigh, it always takes so long. I hear that the zombies were confiscated from the head of the city's security, Slab Wrenkle*. Intriguing. I think I'll investigate this. End. '
(*: Um, I'm not sure how to spell our dear psycho-sercurity-guy's name, but that's what I think.)
*** Whee! Zim's nice, lil' Earthen base!
GIR's still up, apparently. He's enjoying himself on the sofa, staring at the TV as it repeatingly flashes a deep red. Ooh, I LOVE these bloodbath horror movies!! (F'sN: Really, I do. Although, sometimes they give me the creeps and make me a bit sicky in the stomach.)
The small robot squeals in joy as a strangely familiar army of zombies are blown to icky pieces by soldiery guys. And then a pair of giants come by and start riverdancing atop them. Eew...
Uh, let us leave this disturbing movie, and go down the lab, to see if our favorite Irken-um-hero, is still awake. Er, no, he isn't. He's fallen asleep in front of his computer. Very cute of him, eh? Aw, listen to him snore!! Hehe!!
Well anyway, I wonder what he's been up to when he fell asleep. Oh lookie, a computerized log!! Behold, it says 'log'! And that's all it says... in English anyway. The rest is typed in Irken. Hmph. Well, I shall use my almighty translating skills to translate it! Ahem!!
' That horrendous Wing invader!! Getting me into such a mess with the Bitters, because of that miserable mercenary!! Well, at least it was only increased homework, instead of detention as our punishment. It took a surprising three hours for my computer to solve all those terrible proofs.
Oh! I TOLD that GIR to lower the volume! Not heighten it!! That infernal zombie-groaning! Ugh, it reminds me of that day four years ago at the mall. Stupid FBI-beasts with their doomy warnings. Argh, I'm starting to get all sicky in my squeedily spooch.
Invader Zim-- signing off. '
...What? Don't look at me like that! ...No, I translated it fine! I KNOW what I'm DOING!! Yeah, the translation's a bit shorter than the original work, so?? Just by a few dozen lines! Alright, sheesh! I couldn't translate the rest!! Such a truth-pryer!
*** Some hours later.
Ah, the kiddies are going to be out of skool in a half an hour, and our Steel Wing is up and about. She has a small bag of almonds and walnuts. Yum! Nutricious!
Lil sits on a bench in the park, yet again alone. Some dude tried to sit with her about an hour ago, but then ended up with getting something important for sitting blown off.
A cute squirrel skitters up to the quiet Lil and does a little I-want-a-nut-dance!
Lil looks up slightly, and her frown slowly turns upside down. She reaches in a pocket.
"You want food, don't you, small Earth creature? A nut to be more precise?"
The rodent chitters and nods rapidly in reply.
"In that case, I have something much better than that. You could get those foods from anyone in the park, correct?" the Steel Wing continued.
The bushy-tailed animal got an interested look.
Lil pulled a large, shiny, red cherry out and handed it to the little beggar.
"Here's a lovely cherry, you little rat. Go and chomp into it over there." The Wing pointed to a spot several yards away.
The squirrel nodded, squeaked, and ran off with the cherry.
Lil's grin widened as she stood up and began walking away.
The explosion could be heard from half a mile away. By Tartarus, did she love those little explosives. Hehe, what an amusing little creature it was.
'All right, I've terrorized the creatures of City Center Park enough, I believe,' the Steel Wing thought. 'I guess I should get a ship and head to Avis. Won't those idiots be so incredibly happy as they absorb my false words? Marcellus should have some spares.'
Lil tossed the now-empty bag into a nearby trash bin, and headed for the secret passageway in one of the hills in the park that led to the Wingen researcher's labs.
*** Some time later.
"Greetings, Marcellus. Have you been wel--" Lilith stopped at seeing the Wing hunched over his books, papers, and keyboard.
He looked positively terrible, just as Fausta had predicted. He was much thinner than before, his sandy hair was even messier, and the dark circles around his eyes had enlarged.
"...hu...Huh....?" The Wing looked up with a frantic expression. His voice was raspy, being un-used for weeks. "Oh, Ferona! Greetings, hi, salve, heus!!! Whatever in the Underworld you wanna call it! How long has it been?? Hm... Two weeks and three days, if my fantastic, memory implants aren't malfunctioning again. Argh, they really make my headmeats hurt at times. Have you ever had brain-worms?? The pain's like that, only approximately 15.538 times worse! Oh--"
"Ah, no I haven't," Lilith interrupted, waving her arms about, knowing that he'd just go rambling on about things if she didn't stop him. The man was highly deprived of socializing, and when he talked, he TALKED.
"And please don't call me by that name. You know I like 'Lilith' better."
Marcellus rubbed at his left eye, which was dark grey and black, with a golden pupil, like Wing Mercenaries. The result of some caffiene-lacking self-experimentation. His other eye, bloodshot and ringed, was Human/Wing-looking and emerald.
"Ah, yes. I am sorry about that. So what brings you here, anyway, Lil? Problems with your wings? Are they causing you pain? Oh, or do you need more supplies? I'm always glad to lend a helping--"
Lil shook her head and flicked her claw-like wings. "No, not a supply of the usual, Marcellus. I need a ship to head back to Avis, the galactic Wing Mercenary station."
Marcellus froze for a moment. His dark feathers drooped. "You're leaving??"
Lil nodded. "Yes. Soon after I get a ship."
The Obsidian Wing's constant smile thinned. "There's a nice ship in storage room IVX of this floor. What're you planning to do there, and when will you return?? I hear that at this time of the year, Avis is pretty windy, so be careful as you're landing. Also, I hear a lot of strange things about the leaders, bunches of underground information, you know?? You take care of yourself. Sheesh, you wouldn't bel--"
Lilith paled. "Uh huh. Thanks, Marcellus. You're a great Wing, but you look terrible. Get some rest." She bowed curtly and ran off, not wanting to get caught in a long, uneventful conversation like last time.
The Obsidian Wing rubbed at his eye again. It itched and burned. "Rest," he repeated to himself, letting the definition of the word absorb. He stalked over to a large hammock, and collapsed into it, almost immediately falling asleep.
The sounds of mechanical doors opening, and an engine warming up suddenly filled the lab. Soon, Lil's ship was off past the exosphere.
Marcellus was still sprawled in his hammock, snoozing quietly. (N: Gasp! Such cuteness! Must...draw...!)
"Stop following me, Earthen scum! I tell you, I'm not up to anything!! I'm just going to have a little chat with a friend!"
"Yeah, a friend who's going to help you take over the world!!"
Marcellus awoke, with these two loud voices ringing in his skull. His same old smile was still plastered on his face, but he felt as if he was going to cry! Burst into a sea of tears! It'd been over two eeks since he'd slept, and when he finally got to sleep, someone woke him up! Argh, the pain! The funky pain! (N: OMG, I just love saying that.)
"Who i-is it???" he croaked out.
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Da Lesson of this Chapter: Zim's so CUTE when he's snoring!!
pureVENOM: Gasp! Lil?? LEAVING!? Ah well, no one will miss her. *thud!* AGH!! Alright, I take it back! Sheesh!! And, to make up for it, I'll do some stupid road-trip song for her in the next chapter! More of a space-trip song, though. Huh.
Marcellus is pronounced with a hard C. Not like this, "mar-sel-oos". Like this, "mar-kel-oos". Whee! I love that name! It's so kewl!
Short chapter. I'm stopping early. The noises of my family bother me.
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Chapter Eleven: Lil? Leaving?
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Lilith sat upon a small knoll in the city park. It was cold, dark, and lonely. Jes the way I like it. Nice, no?
She was thinking about the little adventure with those weirdoes she had the other day with the Mind Delvers. Yeesh. What a mess it was. Stupid Fausta.
'Maybe I should just go back to Avis and lie, saying that I destroyed the little monster. They'll believe me, the gullible fools. I've only been working for them so well for so many years,' the Wing Mercenary thought to herself with her usual frown.
She suddenly stood up.
'Yeah, who needs that idiot's Onyx medal for evidence?! I'm just gonna go back there, and get my next target. It CAN'T be as annoying as Fausta. Lousy teenage invaders! Those punks should sink into the stinking depths of Styx!'
Lil wrapped her stola about her shoulders a little tighter, feeling a cool breeze blow by. She wanted to be untouched by the disGUSTing spring air as little as possible.
What a stupid season spring was! The typical, flower-filled, sun-stained, bunny/squirrel/birdy-chirping times that she hated so much. Filled with HAPPINESS. How could those despicible mortals ever be HAPPY, CONTENT with what they had??
Lowly technology. Hunger. Poverty. Such short life spans. Working below others.
How sickening, how degrading!! Lilith wondered why.... more people couldn't be like... her.
*** At the Dib-house
We're used to seeing good, ol' Gaz sitting, playing her beloved games, right? Well, it's quite late at night at the moment. Around twelve thirty-five at night to be more exact.
Let us go and take a peek around the house.
Ah, Gaz's room. Oh, look! How cyuuute! Gaz is in some cute, skull-covered PJs, lying on across bed, still playing her GSMIV! Naughty girl. It's WAY past her bedtime, but who cares, right?!
And, in Dib's room. Hm... AGH!! *thud!* Crap. There're wires to weird machines like EVERYWHERE on the ground. Hmph. Watch your step, huh?
Ah, well, the lights in the room burn brightly. And our favorite Human-hero is sprawled across his own bed, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. He is doing... OMG!! Tedious, redundant, Geometric proofs! Looking about the papers, it seems that each are over fifty steps long, and based on the Pythagorean Theorem. (-_- *shudder*)
Huh. Too bad Dib's dad's lovely homeworking-completing mechanisms aren't currently working, hm? Well, look on the bright side, Dibby! You've completed about three fourths of Bitters's assignments!
"Burning sacks of balogna..." Dib muttered angrily. Aw, how nice and sane we all seem! "If only that dumb Wing-girl hadn't made us do that stupid Mind-Delvy thing. Mister Bitters wouldn't've made us do all this 'make-up' work. I only hope those two are suffering as much as me."
*** Faust and Fausta's Earthen base-- Fausta's room
Huh. Fausta's still wide awake. Insomnia, maybe? Who knows? She's just lying there, staring at the sea-life-filled ceiling with a non-expressive expression.
Ooh, there's a neat, lil' log on her desk! It's open to a full-page, written in an ink that flows from black to dark-green, her two favorite colors. Yick, what sloppy handwriting. If you can even CALL those scribbles handwriting!
Let's forget all about the detestable word 'privacy', and take a peek at the most recent page! Ahem!
' Well, the little Mind-Delver plan didn't go as planned, thanks to Zim's defective SIR. Perhaps I should repair it?? ......Nah. Heh. I'm sure it still does more damage to Zim, than to me.
I've learned that the resulting concoction of mixing our (mine, Zim's, Dib's, Lilith's, GIR's, Gaz's, and Nny's) disturbing sub-conscious minds together is a very strange and deadly one. I plan to do more research on this someday. Maybe I'm a bit un-saner than I had thought. What really surprised me though, as well as my two wonderful rivals, was the fact that my idiot other-self had found the Excitare, while being dragged about on the ground. Sigh. I can't believe it...
I'll never try some stunt like this again, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to destroy that horrible Steel Wing. What goes around comes around, no? She tries to kill me, I try to kill her. Heh. And although we've both had plenty of experience in this, it seems that we're both pretty bad at it. Sad, really.
Huh. The Bitters creature assigned a very large amount of Geometric work to do when we came to take our homeworks from him after skool. It took about an hour for my delightful computers to complete all of it. I wonder if the Dib-mortal will finish in time. Hah, I can't wait to see that overly-large face of his tomorrow.
Hm. I'm writing quite a bit today, aren't I? ...And just who am I addressing, anyway!? Is writing to one's self a schizophrenic habit? I should look this up. Not that Human research on psychology would probably help me any. Ah, I should go visit Marcellus! He must be so tired, lonely, and positively dying down there, with out anyone to remind him to sleep and eat.
I'll go after skool tomorrow.
I was planning to watch this one movie, Zombies and Riverdancing Giants, on PayPerView tonight, but I've decided to try to get to sleep instead. Sigh, it always takes so long. I hear that the zombies were confiscated from the head of the city's security, Slab Wrenkle*. Intriguing. I think I'll investigate this. End. '
(*: Um, I'm not sure how to spell our dear psycho-sercurity-guy's name, but that's what I think.)
*** Whee! Zim's nice, lil' Earthen base!
GIR's still up, apparently. He's enjoying himself on the sofa, staring at the TV as it repeatingly flashes a deep red. Ooh, I LOVE these bloodbath horror movies!! (F'sN: Really, I do. Although, sometimes they give me the creeps and make me a bit sicky in the stomach.)
The small robot squeals in joy as a strangely familiar army of zombies are blown to icky pieces by soldiery guys. And then a pair of giants come by and start riverdancing atop them. Eew...
Uh, let us leave this disturbing movie, and go down the lab, to see if our favorite Irken-um-hero, is still awake. Er, no, he isn't. He's fallen asleep in front of his computer. Very cute of him, eh? Aw, listen to him snore!! Hehe!!
Well anyway, I wonder what he's been up to when he fell asleep. Oh lookie, a computerized log!! Behold, it says 'log'! And that's all it says... in English anyway. The rest is typed in Irken. Hmph. Well, I shall use my almighty translating skills to translate it! Ahem!!
' That horrendous Wing invader!! Getting me into such a mess with the Bitters, because of that miserable mercenary!! Well, at least it was only increased homework, instead of detention as our punishment. It took a surprising three hours for my computer to solve all those terrible proofs.
Oh! I TOLD that GIR to lower the volume! Not heighten it!! That infernal zombie-groaning! Ugh, it reminds me of that day four years ago at the mall. Stupid FBI-beasts with their doomy warnings. Argh, I'm starting to get all sicky in my squeedily spooch.
Invader Zim-- signing off. '
...What? Don't look at me like that! ...No, I translated it fine! I KNOW what I'm DOING!! Yeah, the translation's a bit shorter than the original work, so?? Just by a few dozen lines! Alright, sheesh! I couldn't translate the rest!! Such a truth-pryer!
*** Some hours later.
Ah, the kiddies are going to be out of skool in a half an hour, and our Steel Wing is up and about. She has a small bag of almonds and walnuts. Yum! Nutricious!
Lil sits on a bench in the park, yet again alone. Some dude tried to sit with her about an hour ago, but then ended up with getting something important for sitting blown off.
A cute squirrel skitters up to the quiet Lil and does a little I-want-a-nut-dance!
Lil looks up slightly, and her frown slowly turns upside down. She reaches in a pocket.
"You want food, don't you, small Earth creature? A nut to be more precise?"
The rodent chitters and nods rapidly in reply.
"In that case, I have something much better than that. You could get those foods from anyone in the park, correct?" the Steel Wing continued.
The bushy-tailed animal got an interested look.
Lil pulled a large, shiny, red cherry out and handed it to the little beggar.
"Here's a lovely cherry, you little rat. Go and chomp into it over there." The Wing pointed to a spot several yards away.
The squirrel nodded, squeaked, and ran off with the cherry.
Lil's grin widened as she stood up and began walking away.
The explosion could be heard from half a mile away. By Tartarus, did she love those little explosives. Hehe, what an amusing little creature it was.
'All right, I've terrorized the creatures of City Center Park enough, I believe,' the Steel Wing thought. 'I guess I should get a ship and head to Avis. Won't those idiots be so incredibly happy as they absorb my false words? Marcellus should have some spares.'
Lil tossed the now-empty bag into a nearby trash bin, and headed for the secret passageway in one of the hills in the park that led to the Wingen researcher's labs.
*** Some time later.
"Greetings, Marcellus. Have you been wel--" Lilith stopped at seeing the Wing hunched over his books, papers, and keyboard.
He looked positively terrible, just as Fausta had predicted. He was much thinner than before, his sandy hair was even messier, and the dark circles around his eyes had enlarged.
"...hu...Huh....?" The Wing looked up with a frantic expression. His voice was raspy, being un-used for weeks. "Oh, Ferona! Greetings, hi, salve, heus!!! Whatever in the Underworld you wanna call it! How long has it been?? Hm... Two weeks and three days, if my fantastic, memory implants aren't malfunctioning again. Argh, they really make my headmeats hurt at times. Have you ever had brain-worms?? The pain's like that, only approximately 15.538 times worse! Oh--"
"Ah, no I haven't," Lilith interrupted, waving her arms about, knowing that he'd just go rambling on about things if she didn't stop him. The man was highly deprived of socializing, and when he talked, he TALKED.
"And please don't call me by that name. You know I like 'Lilith' better."
Marcellus rubbed at his left eye, which was dark grey and black, with a golden pupil, like Wing Mercenaries. The result of some caffiene-lacking self-experimentation. His other eye, bloodshot and ringed, was Human/Wing-looking and emerald.
"Ah, yes. I am sorry about that. So what brings you here, anyway, Lil? Problems with your wings? Are they causing you pain? Oh, or do you need more supplies? I'm always glad to lend a helping--"
Lil shook her head and flicked her claw-like wings. "No, not a supply of the usual, Marcellus. I need a ship to head back to Avis, the galactic Wing Mercenary station."
Marcellus froze for a moment. His dark feathers drooped. "You're leaving??"
Lil nodded. "Yes. Soon after I get a ship."
The Obsidian Wing's constant smile thinned. "There's a nice ship in storage room IVX of this floor. What're you planning to do there, and when will you return?? I hear that at this time of the year, Avis is pretty windy, so be careful as you're landing. Also, I hear a lot of strange things about the leaders, bunches of underground information, you know?? You take care of yourself. Sheesh, you wouldn't bel--"
Lilith paled. "Uh huh. Thanks, Marcellus. You're a great Wing, but you look terrible. Get some rest." She bowed curtly and ran off, not wanting to get caught in a long, uneventful conversation like last time.
The Obsidian Wing rubbed at his eye again. It itched and burned. "Rest," he repeated to himself, letting the definition of the word absorb. He stalked over to a large hammock, and collapsed into it, almost immediately falling asleep.
The sounds of mechanical doors opening, and an engine warming up suddenly filled the lab. Soon, Lil's ship was off past the exosphere.
Marcellus was still sprawled in his hammock, snoozing quietly. (N: Gasp! Such cuteness! Must...draw...!)
"Stop following me, Earthen scum! I tell you, I'm not up to anything!! I'm just going to have a little chat with a friend!"
"Yeah, a friend who's going to help you take over the world!!"
Marcellus awoke, with these two loud voices ringing in his skull. His same old smile was still plastered on his face, but he felt as if he was going to cry! Burst into a sea of tears! It'd been over two eeks since he'd slept, and when he finally got to sleep, someone woke him up! Argh, the pain! The funky pain! (N: OMG, I just love saying that.)
"Who i-is it???" he croaked out.
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Da Lesson of this Chapter: Zim's so CUTE when he's snoring!!
pureVENOM: Gasp! Lil?? LEAVING!? Ah well, no one will miss her. *thud!* AGH!! Alright, I take it back! Sheesh!! And, to make up for it, I'll do some stupid road-trip song for her in the next chapter! More of a space-trip song, though. Huh.