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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:10 pm
This is the open "gathering" area of the Irken Elite. This is where most casual RP can take place and where everyone in the flock is allowed to join in whenever they care to.
To avoid confusion and to signify when a Roleplay has been completed, please make an OOC post to indicate that you are finished so that a new scene/interaction may begin.
All of South Wind's main rules apply here as well as the specific rules for the Irken Elite flock. Play nice or be eaten by the slaughtering rat people.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:13 pm
Zim wished someone had warned him that it was hard work carrying baby chicks around. He wished further that he was not cursed with such stubby arms and wings that did not function. Curse this babysmeet body! CURSE IT!!
Dragging himself up the last of the cliffs, Zim collapsed, panting and huffing in a little green heap. Rrghh... for all of this trouble, the horrid little blue chick had better be the best minion ever to...minion!
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:17 pm
Keet alighted neatly on the cliff in front of Zim, Tak still suspended in her teeth as she set the little one down to c**k her head at her miniscule charge.
"Are you feeling okay, Zim? You don't look okay. Let's have your forehead!" She rattled off in rapidfire, planting a paw on Zim's brow to test his temperature, mindless of the fact that the little chick had just performed a ridiculous feat of strength in not only dragging his own sorry self up the cliffs but taking a stowaway along for the ride.
Oooh, he was warm. That wasn't good, she fretted. Not good.
"You wait right there!" she insisted, hopping back and forth on the wind-smoothed rock like the world's largest neurotic finch. "You wait RIGHT there and don't move! I'm gonna go get Lilly and she's gonna fix you! Okay? Okay!!"
In a cloud of yellow and green feathers, Keet was gone again. She meant well, but...well....obviously left things to be desired in the category of brains and stability.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:21 pm
Shaking herself out a bit and smoothing her ruffled down from the process of travelling, a rather composed-looking Tak by comparison to the ragged Zim strutted up to her companion, violet eyes glittering in the waning sun.
"So, ZIM..." she spat, seating herself regally. "Do you feel fulfilled now? Was it all you dreamed to be so 'influential' on the minds of others?" At the very least, the little worm was out of breath and it would make screeching all the harder.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:27 pm
"Sh....Sh....." the little green chick sputtered, having to stop each time to swallow hard and continue panting. It was nearly a full minute before he attempted to speak again. "Shut your meathole." he demanded.
There. That had been well-worth the effort.
"What this all comes down to, TAK, is that I have acquired a new recruit to this flock's ranks with my superior negotiations. While YOU have done nothing but get in the way and be a noisepig." He nodded his head once at her firmly as though daring her to argue with this logic.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:44 pm
"Superior negotiations??" Tak snarled, hopping to her feet again. "You STOLE him, Zim!! There's no skill involved with grabbing a defenseless chubby little troll and running!"
It was a very sad feeling indeed to know that your flock was doomed before it had even officially begun. Especially if this was how Zim planned to acquire all of their future members.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:46 pm
As the two squabbled, Pri had been forgotten beneath Zim's weight. He stank of the green chick's sweat and was generally hot and unhappy as he squirmed in Zim's shirt, attempting to find his way out.
Feeling the coolness of the outside breeze and fresh air, he pushed toward it, his head crowning out into the open once more.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:01 am
"HA! Poor deluded Tak....so blinded by the greatness of Zim that you must resort to petty stone-throwing rather than acknowledge that YOU LOST!!!" Zim screamed, grinning maniacally as he hopped to his feet. "YOU LOST AND YOU KNOW IT! YOU LOST AND YOU HAAAATE IT!!"
He seemed completely unaware of the fact that, in the process of his tirade, he'd grown a second head...a miniscule bluish peeping second head.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:13 am
Tak listened to his squawking without so much as flinching. "Lost?" she said coolly when he was done. "How could I have lost if we weren't even competing? I--" she stopped and shook her head. He wasn't worth wasting her breath over.
If he wanted so badly to think he'd won, fine. He could have whatever victory it was he'd manifested and meanwhile SHE would remain in the realm of the realistic. Snorting, she turned to stalk off in the direction that Keet had gone.
Perhaps he would see what a fool he was when she, one day, rose to power and cast him into an immediate omega role. It was the best for all involved, after all, if his breeding rites were revoked.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:16 am
"How could I have lost if we werent even competing??" Zim mocked in an obnoxious soprano of Tak's voice. "HAHAHA! The mating call of the LOSER!! Go hide yourself in your caves of defeat, you lizard! And then when you come out perhaps you--" Zim stopped short, turning his head to come nose-to-nose with Priprikan, having just noticed him for the first time.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:16 am
Pri was still for a moment before nuzzling his face against the side of Zim's head, blindly seeking something familiar. As he located the green chick's ear, he latched his mouth onto it, attempting to nurse.
....eww. BLECH!! That was most DEFINITELY not what he'd thought it was! Would his torment never cease?!? Being manhandled in the grazing area, being toted up a steep cliffside by a barely-capable buffoon, and now he couldn't even find any decent food.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:18 am
Zim's response was not to feel pity for the hungry little baby he'd so cruelly stolen from all familiarity. He had his own way of dealing with such a delicate situation....
"MY BRAIN!! ITS EATING MY BRAIN!!" he bellowed, loping around blindly and flailing, trying to dislodge the offending chick. At length, he managed to run headlong into a wall of unyielding rock and collapsed in a heap. "Nnghh...." he groaned. "So...weak....from the loss of...precious....precious brainmeats..."
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:21 am
"I left him just out here! You gotta come quick before he burns up from fever! Or dies from chills! Or--or--Lilly, you gotta come quick!" Keet fretted, galloping back out into the open and looking about wildly for Zim before spotting him collapsed by the rock he'd had a head-on meeting with.
"There he is! There's my poor little baby!" she whimpered, trotting over to nuzzle Zim in a manner that was almost nauseating to watch.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:30 am
Flanking the ever-hyperactive Keet was Lilly, blinking in bewilderment as though she'd just seen the sun for the first time...though that was the way she looked in general.
"I'm sure Zim is just fine. He's a strong leader." she said in a way that was almost as nauseating as Keet's earlier nuzzle. "Maybe he's just taking a nap?" She cocked her head like a confused puppy as she drew up behind Keet and Zim. Aside from the knot on Zim's forehead, he didn't look too badly-injured.
Well...if you didn't count that second head of his.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:34 am
Bringing up the rear of the trio, was Tak who watched the scene unfold with smug satisfaction.
"Zim stole a chick from the grazing grounds." she informed the two denmothers. "And its eyes aren't even open yet." Seldom did she get such joy out of tattling as she did at this moment. The fallout would be glorious.
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