pureVENOM: Ah haha!! Finally, to expand on this strange condition Fausta is in. And then I, the author, shall have mean stuff to happen to Lil. And then I'll probably have some doomful stuff happening in the Underworld. Then maybe a chapter for Dib and Zim.
I plan to maybe do a chapter in the future based on my real-life school and its money problems. I go to Pinole Valley High School in California (in what city, but PINOLE??), and due to severe lack of money, it's planning to eliminate classes where the minority of the students go to. These things are in grave danger of happening--
~kill Debate*
~kill Latin**
~kill Forensics*
~one AP Chemistry class*
~kill AP Enviromental Science
~kill Foods and Nutrition
~kill/harm Conservatory*
~one Physics class
~combine Spanish 4 and 5*
~combine French 4 and 5*
~kill Journalism*
~kill AP languages**
NOTE: "AP" stands for "advanced placement". The "*" means I gots FRIENDS in those classes I'm worried about, or they WERE planning to take those classes in the future. The "**" means both me AND my friends have this, or WANT to take it later on.
So in any case, you can see that these are mainly valde good classes the District is proposing to cut. Me and my buddies are working on saving Latin mainly, as far as I can tell.
Sorry, for all this disheartening complaining. I just wanted to enlighten people who are reading this on some lousy stuffs going on around in my high school. Sigh. I probably won't finish this chapter before the Board Meeting (on June 5th 2002), which will prolly decided upon the fates of our dear classes.
I sigh again. Well, regardless of what happens to my dear classes, I'm gonna keep writing, WITH my Latin name, "Fausta"!! ...Although, I may change my signatures from "da psycho Fausta" to "da dead psycho Fausta"....
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Chapter Sixteen: Mortals, and Niv
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Fausta was still rubbing the sore spots on her head from kids who called her a 'wingy freak' and had thrown stones at her while fleeing through Center City Park. She was taking her cousin's word, and finally going to see Marcellus about her not-being-able to morph anymore problem. I mean, WHAT KIND OF LAME-O WING INVADER CAN'T MORPH!?! Cough. Er, sorry, Fausta! ^__^;;;;;
The Oynx Wing stepped toward the quickly typing Marcellus and tapped him on the shoulder, being that the busy Obsidian Wing hadn't noticed her.
"ARRRRGH!! THE DEMON-WEASIL!!!" he shrieked and swiveled around with lightning speed. He then noticed his short, winged buddy.
"Yargh, I've been freaked out! Noli facere identidem, Faustaaaaa!! (Don't do that again, Faustaaaaa!!) This ol' man'll die of headmeat failure or something if you keep that up! You know, I once heard of a Wing who died of--"
"Um, yeah, okay..." the young Wing interrupted. "Er, Marcellus. I have a problem. A big, huge, GIGANTO problem!!"
Marcellus narrowed his normal eye, but his smoky black/grey one remained completely open. "Yeah? What is it?? Are those giant fish people in a bear suit from half a decade ago back?!?" He looked scared. "OH BY TARTARUS!! I HOPE NOT!!! You wouldn't BELIEVE how tough they are to kill!!"
Fausta was confuuuuzzled! "What...? No."
"Oh. Good then." Marcellus relaxed.
"It's MUCH worse! I suddenly can't morph!! Also, the house's computer's been strangely mean to me lately. About the only good recent thing is that that medicine you concocted up for me's working. I haven't heard Kil in weeks!!" Fausta beamed rather darkly.
Marcellus nodded. "Go on."
"...But LOOK and GASP and BEHOLD!" The young Wing peeled off a glove and showed him the tip of her forefinger.
The Obsidian Wing examined the appendage. "Well, all I see is a nasty papercut. And it makes sense that you can't make it heal immediately without your cell-rearranging abilities."
Fausta frowned. "Yeah, that really stinks, I know. But still, Wings are supposed to heal TONS of times faster than this withOUT thinking about it."
"Whoo! Haha, you're swamped in a flood of bad luck, then, huh??" Marcellus grinned and typed a few buttons into his keyboard. "You're just positively drooowning in it!! Whee hee hee!!"
Fausta scowled a bit. "Come on! It's not funny!"
Marcellus's smile just multiplied in size and he made some gurgling, gagging sounds that mortals make when they're drowning.
Suddenly, some snickering was heard behind them.
"Dib-mortal??" Fausta blinked.
"Uh.... no??" came the hidden reply.
The Onyx Wing flared her drab feathers. "Get out here right NOW. Why are you spying on me on such a nice, sunny Earth weekend day like this?? Aren't there enough disturbed Irkens to vex? Skool bullies to entertain? Mysteries to solve? Chickens to eat??"
Fausta poofed up her wings more. "What, are those fouls' deaths not ENOUGH for you to eat them??? Huh? HUH?? Are you too above those departed creatures?? Must they die extraordinarily long, excruciating deaths before you go to eat them at your local Chicky Licky fastfood restaurant???"
Dib came out of hiding from behind a large pile of malfunctioning computers and discarded crates. He pulled down his mask and showed the two Wings some notes he took in a notebook.
"Well, I actually, already had some breakfast from the Si-co Taquito."
"Huh." Fausta turned back to her buddy. "So anyway, can your computer detect the problem with me?"
Dib narrowed his big eyes in distrust. "So what're you up to now, Fausta?"
"None of your pitiful mortal business, Human." She thought for a second. "And shouldn't you already know, considering all you've heard??"
"...Oh. Yeah." The Dib scratched his head and blinked once towards the computer screens full of weird symbols and writing.
Suddenly, a bunch of bleeping came from a nearby computer/printer-thingy and Marcellus snatched up the paper that was being ejected from it.
The Obsidian Wing scanned the sheet over quickly with some 'hm's and 'oh's. He quickly put the paper down upon a cluttered desk, with a smile. "Good news!"
Fausta beamed, her gloved hands going up to her mouth in anticipation. "Rweawy?!?" she asked, her voice muffled. "Whad iddit??"
"Well..." Marcellus grabbed the paper and looked at it again, and set it down. "There AREN'T any giant fish people in bear suits rampaging in towns."
Fausta and Dib exchanged confused and disbelieving glances.
"Oh, I have some bad news, though!" Marcellus continued. "You're a mortal, now!"
........ "....What..?" questioned the Onyx Wing.
"Aw, come on! Mortal hearing isn't THAT bad, is it??" the Obsidian Wing replied loudly.
There was a moment of silence, and...
"AH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Zim came crashing down, wrapping his arms around his sqeedilyspooch tightly in laughing pain. Apparently, he'd been spying on everyone upon the lab ceiling and found this news very tickling.
The Onyx Wing flushed. "Shut UP, Irken!!" She suddenly began to brush herself off. "Eew, eeew, EEEEW!! I feel so FILTHY!!! A MORTAL!?!? EEEWWWW!!!"
This bit of franticness from the young Wing only made Zim cackle even harder.
Dib seemed slightly offended. "What so bad about being mortal??" he questioned, indignant.
"Aww, STYX! THOSE two know!! This is horrible!" Fausta groaned. "I've felt better after being mauled by Blorchen Rat Peoples and having sand thrown all over my wounds by that disgusting Irken IDIOT in his MegaDoomer2002. Marcellus, couldn't you lock up the lab from them?? They keep spyyying on me, and it's REALLY annoying!"
Marcellus shook his head. "Nope. You KNOW it's ruled that I keep this place open for anyone and everyone. I once heard about this one Researcher who LOCKED up his lab from people one day! Whoo! He was--"
"Dib, get out here! Aunt Niv's back, and she's taking us out to eat food." Gaz stalked into the secret lab. Who knows how she knows where the place is.
"Aunt NIV!?" Dib gasped. "But I thought she was going to stay on Venus for another month!!"
"She's back EARLY for my fourteenth birthday. Duh, REMEMBER? Now get out here!" she snarled.
Dib bowed his big head and obeyed.
Some calculating went through the Irken Zim's calculating head as he stopped laughing and thought of this. I must do research on Venus! He skittered away evilly, straightening his wig.
Fausta frowned. "Aw. I'm all alone!"
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Marcellus sounded surprised.
"Hm. Yeah... But now there's no mortal to complain about but myself," she responded.
Her friend shrugged.
"......Uh, so what do I do now that I'm a mortal??" Fausta asked, concerned.
"Well... Uh, I suppose just keep living the way you do, and... uh..." Marcellus grabbed something from his desk. "Here's a corn muffin. I was going to eat it a few days ago, but I completely forgot about it. So busy..."
Fausta took the muffin uncertainly and her friend went back into working. "Tibi gratias ago, Marcelle. ....Cogito.." (Thanks, Marcelle. ....I think..)
*** Fun with Gaz and Niv at home!
"Alright! Now, let's poke fun at Dib's big head, Gazzy!" the cheery Aunt Niv crooned to her beloved niece.
Aunt Niv of thirty-one years stood in green flowery jeans, a long azure trench, and a crimson-red long-sleeved blouse. (Bright green and red! Very festive!) A seemingly endless chain of silver and gold bracelets ran up her right arm, which was covered over by her trench and blouse, and a large white 'Z?' was printed on the back of her coat (though some say, in the right light, it turns into a 'THIS IS MY BACK' sign). A lone skull earring matching Gaz's pendant hung from her right ear. Her bright fuschia hair (natural color!) was razored close to her head, and she held a ten and a half foot long pole with the word 'FUN!' engraved in gold along the side. Yay!
Gaz agreed with a nod. She hated being babied so by people. Only, and ONLY Aunt Niv could do it without danger of being destroyed. Why? Because she was kewl...
"Heh. I wouldn't poke a ten-foot pole at HIS stupid head."
"Which is why I brought the ten and a HALF foot pole!" Niv announced, handing her only and FAVORITE niece the pole.
Dib groaned but didn't attempt to escape. Otherwise, they'd tie him up. Very tightly. And jab him with sporks. The indestructible metal ones too!
He tolerated his Aunt Niv's presence however, not only because she was family, but she also spent quality time with him too, during the week of HIS birthday. Last year, they'd gone around, pointing and cackling at people without trenchcoats. (Excluding Gaz, who would doom them, of course.)
Gaz brandished the pole with a devilish smirk, and Niv patted her head.
"Okay! After some doomful big-head-poking, ...PIG BLOATY'S!!" Aunt Niv cheered.
*** Zim's lovely Earthen base
"Hiya, Master!! What'cha doooooin'??" GIR chirped, watching his Irken ally scrutinizing the computer screen.
"Be quiet, GIR. I'm trying to find out what that DIB-Human's blood relative has been doing on this dirtball's sister planet." Zim narrowed further his already slitted eyes and continued his studies.
"Heehee!" the SIR giggled. "Earth has a siiister?? What she look like??"
Zim pointed a claw toward a rotating picture of Venus.
GIR watched the milky brown and white sphere turn about the large screen, and its atmospheric clouds swirl. A breathtaking sight with advanced Irken technology.
The small robot cocked his head and smiled. "It looks lika chocomilk!" he said in a little shriek. "Yummy planet!"
The working Irken tried to frown at GIR's stupidity, but could only manage a half-hearted one. Half a decade with the tiny thing had its effects every now and then.
"AHA! FINALLY! SUCCEEEEEESS!!" Zim cried in victory as he found a fairly-large space station under the thick blankets of poisonous clouds.
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pureVENOM: Argh, my parents are ANNOYING. Why must they torment me so?? I'm gonna save and end this chapter. I have no idea I made up Niv. I was bored, I guess. Bye for now!
The Lesson o' This Chapter: Mmm.... Chocomilk...
I plan to maybe do a chapter in the future based on my real-life school and its money problems. I go to Pinole Valley High School in California (in what city, but PINOLE??), and due to severe lack of money, it's planning to eliminate classes where the minority of the students go to. These things are in grave danger of happening--
~kill Debate*
~kill Latin**
~kill Forensics*
~one AP Chemistry class*
~kill AP Enviromental Science
~kill Foods and Nutrition
~kill/harm Conservatory*
~one Physics class
~combine Spanish 4 and 5*
~combine French 4 and 5*
~kill Journalism*
~kill AP languages**
NOTE: "AP" stands for "advanced placement". The "*" means I gots FRIENDS in those classes I'm worried about, or they WERE planning to take those classes in the future. The "**" means both me AND my friends have this, or WANT to take it later on.
So in any case, you can see that these are mainly valde good classes the District is proposing to cut. Me and my buddies are working on saving Latin mainly, as far as I can tell.
Sorry, for all this disheartening complaining. I just wanted to enlighten people who are reading this on some lousy stuffs going on around in my high school. Sigh. I probably won't finish this chapter before the Board Meeting (on June 5th 2002), which will prolly decided upon the fates of our dear classes.
I sigh again. Well, regardless of what happens to my dear classes, I'm gonna keep writing, WITH my Latin name, "Fausta"!! ...Although, I may change my signatures from "da psycho Fausta" to "da dead psycho Fausta"....
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Chapter Sixteen: Mortals, and Niv
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Fausta was still rubbing the sore spots on her head from kids who called her a 'wingy freak' and had thrown stones at her while fleeing through Center City Park. She was taking her cousin's word, and finally going to see Marcellus about her not-being-able to morph anymore problem. I mean, WHAT KIND OF LAME-O WING INVADER CAN'T MORPH!?! Cough. Er, sorry, Fausta! ^__^;;;;;
The Oynx Wing stepped toward the quickly typing Marcellus and tapped him on the shoulder, being that the busy Obsidian Wing hadn't noticed her.
"ARRRRGH!! THE DEMON-WEASIL!!!" he shrieked and swiveled around with lightning speed. He then noticed his short, winged buddy.
"Yargh, I've been freaked out! Noli facere identidem, Faustaaaaa!! (Don't do that again, Faustaaaaa!!) This ol' man'll die of headmeat failure or something if you keep that up! You know, I once heard of a Wing who died of--"
"Um, yeah, okay..." the young Wing interrupted. "Er, Marcellus. I have a problem. A big, huge, GIGANTO problem!!"
Marcellus narrowed his normal eye, but his smoky black/grey one remained completely open. "Yeah? What is it?? Are those giant fish people in a bear suit from half a decade ago back?!?" He looked scared. "OH BY TARTARUS!! I HOPE NOT!!! You wouldn't BELIEVE how tough they are to kill!!"
Fausta was confuuuuzzled! "What...? No."
"Oh. Good then." Marcellus relaxed.
"It's MUCH worse! I suddenly can't morph!! Also, the house's computer's been strangely mean to me lately. About the only good recent thing is that that medicine you concocted up for me's working. I haven't heard Kil in weeks!!" Fausta beamed rather darkly.
Marcellus nodded. "Go on."
"...But LOOK and GASP and BEHOLD!" The young Wing peeled off a glove and showed him the tip of her forefinger.
The Obsidian Wing examined the appendage. "Well, all I see is a nasty papercut. And it makes sense that you can't make it heal immediately without your cell-rearranging abilities."
Fausta frowned. "Yeah, that really stinks, I know. But still, Wings are supposed to heal TONS of times faster than this withOUT thinking about it."
"Whoo! Haha, you're swamped in a flood of bad luck, then, huh??" Marcellus grinned and typed a few buttons into his keyboard. "You're just positively drooowning in it!! Whee hee hee!!"
Fausta scowled a bit. "Come on! It's not funny!"
Marcellus's smile just multiplied in size and he made some gurgling, gagging sounds that mortals make when they're drowning.
Suddenly, some snickering was heard behind them.
"Dib-mortal??" Fausta blinked.
"Uh.... no??" came the hidden reply.
The Onyx Wing flared her drab feathers. "Get out here right NOW. Why are you spying on me on such a nice, sunny Earth weekend day like this?? Aren't there enough disturbed Irkens to vex? Skool bullies to entertain? Mysteries to solve? Chickens to eat??"
Fausta poofed up her wings more. "What, are those fouls' deaths not ENOUGH for you to eat them??? Huh? HUH?? Are you too above those departed creatures?? Must they die extraordinarily long, excruciating deaths before you go to eat them at your local Chicky Licky fastfood restaurant???"
Dib came out of hiding from behind a large pile of malfunctioning computers and discarded crates. He pulled down his mask and showed the two Wings some notes he took in a notebook.
"Well, I actually, already had some breakfast from the Si-co Taquito."
"Huh." Fausta turned back to her buddy. "So anyway, can your computer detect the problem with me?"
Dib narrowed his big eyes in distrust. "So what're you up to now, Fausta?"
"None of your pitiful mortal business, Human." She thought for a second. "And shouldn't you already know, considering all you've heard??"
"...Oh. Yeah." The Dib scratched his head and blinked once towards the computer screens full of weird symbols and writing.
Suddenly, a bunch of bleeping came from a nearby computer/printer-thingy and Marcellus snatched up the paper that was being ejected from it.
The Obsidian Wing scanned the sheet over quickly with some 'hm's and 'oh's. He quickly put the paper down upon a cluttered desk, with a smile. "Good news!"
Fausta beamed, her gloved hands going up to her mouth in anticipation. "Rweawy?!?" she asked, her voice muffled. "Whad iddit??"
"Well..." Marcellus grabbed the paper and looked at it again, and set it down. "There AREN'T any giant fish people in bear suits rampaging in towns."
Fausta and Dib exchanged confused and disbelieving glances.
"Oh, I have some bad news, though!" Marcellus continued. "You're a mortal, now!"
........ "....What..?" questioned the Onyx Wing.
"Aw, come on! Mortal hearing isn't THAT bad, is it??" the Obsidian Wing replied loudly.
There was a moment of silence, and...
"AH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Zim came crashing down, wrapping his arms around his sqeedilyspooch tightly in laughing pain. Apparently, he'd been spying on everyone upon the lab ceiling and found this news very tickling.
The Onyx Wing flushed. "Shut UP, Irken!!" She suddenly began to brush herself off. "Eew, eeew, EEEEW!! I feel so FILTHY!!! A MORTAL!?!? EEEWWWW!!!"
This bit of franticness from the young Wing only made Zim cackle even harder.
Dib seemed slightly offended. "What so bad about being mortal??" he questioned, indignant.
"Aww, STYX! THOSE two know!! This is horrible!" Fausta groaned. "I've felt better after being mauled by Blorchen Rat Peoples and having sand thrown all over my wounds by that disgusting Irken IDIOT in his MegaDoomer2002. Marcellus, couldn't you lock up the lab from them?? They keep spyyying on me, and it's REALLY annoying!"
Marcellus shook his head. "Nope. You KNOW it's ruled that I keep this place open for anyone and everyone. I once heard about this one Researcher who LOCKED up his lab from people one day! Whoo! He was--"
"Dib, get out here! Aunt Niv's back, and she's taking us out to eat food." Gaz stalked into the secret lab. Who knows how she knows where the place is.
"Aunt NIV!?" Dib gasped. "But I thought she was going to stay on Venus for another month!!"
"She's back EARLY for my fourteenth birthday. Duh, REMEMBER? Now get out here!" she snarled.
Dib bowed his big head and obeyed.
Some calculating went through the Irken Zim's calculating head as he stopped laughing and thought of this. I must do research on Venus! He skittered away evilly, straightening his wig.
Fausta frowned. "Aw. I'm all alone!"
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Marcellus sounded surprised.
"Hm. Yeah... But now there's no mortal to complain about but myself," she responded.
Her friend shrugged.
"......Uh, so what do I do now that I'm a mortal??" Fausta asked, concerned.
"Well... Uh, I suppose just keep living the way you do, and... uh..." Marcellus grabbed something from his desk. "Here's a corn muffin. I was going to eat it a few days ago, but I completely forgot about it. So busy..."
Fausta took the muffin uncertainly and her friend went back into working. "Tibi gratias ago, Marcelle. ....Cogito.." (Thanks, Marcelle. ....I think..)
*** Fun with Gaz and Niv at home!
"Alright! Now, let's poke fun at Dib's big head, Gazzy!" the cheery Aunt Niv crooned to her beloved niece.
Aunt Niv of thirty-one years stood in green flowery jeans, a long azure trench, and a crimson-red long-sleeved blouse. (Bright green and red! Very festive!) A seemingly endless chain of silver and gold bracelets ran up her right arm, which was covered over by her trench and blouse, and a large white 'Z?' was printed on the back of her coat (though some say, in the right light, it turns into a 'THIS IS MY BACK' sign). A lone skull earring matching Gaz's pendant hung from her right ear. Her bright fuschia hair (natural color!) was razored close to her head, and she held a ten and a half foot long pole with the word 'FUN!' engraved in gold along the side. Yay!
Gaz agreed with a nod. She hated being babied so by people. Only, and ONLY Aunt Niv could do it without danger of being destroyed. Why? Because she was kewl...
"Heh. I wouldn't poke a ten-foot pole at HIS stupid head."
"Which is why I brought the ten and a HALF foot pole!" Niv announced, handing her only and FAVORITE niece the pole.
Dib groaned but didn't attempt to escape. Otherwise, they'd tie him up. Very tightly. And jab him with sporks. The indestructible metal ones too!
He tolerated his Aunt Niv's presence however, not only because she was family, but she also spent quality time with him too, during the week of HIS birthday. Last year, they'd gone around, pointing and cackling at people without trenchcoats. (Excluding Gaz, who would doom them, of course.)
Gaz brandished the pole with a devilish smirk, and Niv patted her head.
"Okay! After some doomful big-head-poking, ...PIG BLOATY'S!!" Aunt Niv cheered.
*** Zim's lovely Earthen base
"Hiya, Master!! What'cha doooooin'??" GIR chirped, watching his Irken ally scrutinizing the computer screen.
"Be quiet, GIR. I'm trying to find out what that DIB-Human's blood relative has been doing on this dirtball's sister planet." Zim narrowed further his already slitted eyes and continued his studies.
"Heehee!" the SIR giggled. "Earth has a siiister?? What she look like??"
Zim pointed a claw toward a rotating picture of Venus.
GIR watched the milky brown and white sphere turn about the large screen, and its atmospheric clouds swirl. A breathtaking sight with advanced Irken technology.
The small robot cocked his head and smiled. "It looks lika chocomilk!" he said in a little shriek. "Yummy planet!"
The working Irken tried to frown at GIR's stupidity, but could only manage a half-hearted one. Half a decade with the tiny thing had its effects every now and then.
"AHA! FINALLY! SUCCEEEEEESS!!" Zim cried in victory as he found a fairly-large space station under the thick blankets of poisonous clouds.
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pureVENOM: Argh, my parents are ANNOYING. Why must they torment me so?? I'm gonna save and end this chapter. I have no idea I made up Niv. I was bored, I guess. Bye for now!
The Lesson o' This Chapter: Mmm.... Chocomilk...