IRKEN TALES

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This  is  a  roleplay  blog  for  Zim,  Dib,  and  Zib  from  the  Invader  Zim  Franchise.

This  blog  is  Selective  /  Mutuals  Only  /  Semi-Private.  Mun  is  24.  He // They // She // It.

             He rolled his eyes at that.  “——you should mind your mannerisms,  especially when you’ve crash-landed in my universe,  on my land,  right by my feet.  Do you expect to be assisted with that foul attitude of yours?”  He tuts,  his smile wavering with each second that he spends standing opposite of the other.  

Chief raised his brows,  observing the way the other had hunched slightly — similar to a feline in a sense,  or so he assumed when notifying that to himself mentally.  Interesting,  but also concerning.  ( More for him than for Zib here. )

But it’s a sign; albeit an obvious one,  hissing and all,  that the hybrid might have a huge pet peeve towards being called that.  He looks at him,  peering at the broken spectacles.  “Peeved,  are we?  Fine,  I’ll happily call you Dib.  I figured you’d be used to that since some do call you Zib in the chats.  But my bad,  I apologize.” 

゜   ．  ・ ゜       AN  apology.  That'd  be  good  enough  for  now.  Straightening  up  ever  so  slightly  he  cleared  his  throat  and  adjusted  his  jacket.  It  wasn't  easy  to  explain,  but  that  name  just  set  him  off.  

                            ❛  A  screen  name  is  different  than  an  actual  name,  and  those  are  special  cases.  ❜  

                            HE  wasn't  confident  with  the  answer,  but  it  was  good  enough.  He  just  wasn't  over  it,  or  at  least  as  over  it  as  he  thought.  It  was  fine.  Even  if  he  would  never  see  it,  or  accept  it,  he  was  a  teenager.  This  was  part  of  the  territory.    

                            AND  it  didn't  help  that  Chief  was  right—  his  mannerisms  weren't  entirely  right.  IF  YOU'RE  GOING  TO  HAVE  AN  INVADER'S  PAK,  ACT  LIKE  AN  INVADER.  Being  hostile  wasn't  going  to  get  him  anywhere,  especially  when  it  was  to  the  person  who  probably  could  get  him  out  of  here  the  fastest.  As  annoying  as  the  idea  was,  ZiM  unfortunately  would  understand  how  to  get  what  he  wanted,  which  means  Dib  needed  to  follow  suit.

                            ❛  NO,  you're  right.  The  landing  was  just  rough,  and  I'm  still  recovering.  I'll  be  sure  to  watch  my  temper.  I  didn't  entirely  mean  to  snap  at  you,  and  I  didn't  mean  to  land  here  of  all  places,  believe  me.  ❜

                            KICKING  the  ground,  he  slightly  looked  down  as  he  gave  what  he  could  muster  as  an  apology.  Which  was  difficult  because  he  wasn't  apologetic  at  all.  However,  if  he  was  able  to  convince  the  picking  peanuts  Dib  that  he  had  saved  his  universe,  lying  about  being  sorry  shouldn't  be  too  hard,  right?  That  lie  was  a  much  harder  one  after  all.

                            ❛  SORRY.  I  guess  while  we're  on  the  topic,  is  there  another  name  that  you  prefer  than  Chief?  Just  so  we're  on  the  same  page.  ❜

ੈ  ✩   ‧   ₊   ˚         @brgrchld​ liked.

゜   ．  ・ ゜      THIS  planet  was  stupid,  filthy,  idiotic,  crude,  and  not  to  mention  annoying.  Quite  honestly  every  day  that  he  decided  not  to  blow  it  up  and  just  replace  it  with  something  that  the  Tallest  would  like  much  better  is  another  day  that  the  creatures  on  this  gross  planet  should  be  thanking  him.  However,  one  single  city  isn’t  going  to  be  enough  to  learn  about  his  enemy.  As  much  as  he  would  love  to  stay  in  the  comfort  of  a  single  Skool,  and  neighborhood  where  he  didn’t  have  to  worry  about  the  idiotic  humans  seeing  through  his  disguise,  it  would  be  a  tactical  error  not  to  think  about  and  understand  that  there  would  be  MORE  regions  with  variances  than  the  one  he  was  currently  residing  in.

                            SO  as  the  “Exchange  Student”  walked  through  the  doors  of  this...  “School”,  he  was  shooting  suspicious  but  silent  glances  at  everyone  who  looked  at  him.  Thankfully,  he  was  able  to  survive  up  for  most  of  the  day.  However  as  “school”  let  out  for  recess,  there  had  been  a  single  girl  who  had  caught  his  attention.  

                            ❛  YOU....  have  something  on  your  head.  ❜

ੈ  ✩   ‧   ₊   ˚         @diibsister​ liked.

゜   ．  ・ ゜      GETTING  into  the  Membrane  house  wasn’t  that  hard.  In  fact,  really  he  had  been  expecting  better  from  the  Dib  human  at  all.  It  had  become  a  semi-regular  thing  that  he  did.  Now  at  least,  after  Phase  Two  of  his  plan  had  been  completed.  Not  that  he  could  remember  how  long  ago  that  really  was  at  this  point.  Zim  had  FAR  too  many  things  going  on  to  keep  track  of  such  small  things.  

                            HOWEVER  with  no  Dib  in  sight  (more  than  likely  off  trying  to  break  into  ZiM’s  even  more  secure  base),  the  Irken  wandered  into  the  living  room,  spotting  the  terrifying  human  child.  Shuddering  slightly,  pink  eyes  looked  from  the  horrifying  flesh  sack  that  sat  on  the  couch,  over  to  the  entertainment  display  that  was  one  of  her  games.  One  final  look  around,  and  Zim  sat  down  on  the  couch  next  to  her  as  if  he  HADN’T  just  broken  in  to  pick  a  fight  with  her  brother,  and  pointed  at  the  screen.

                            ❛  IS  this  your  first  playthrough  of  this  Urth  game?  ❜  

>>__ @undecimusor​​ asked : ‘  it’s  not  that  easy .  ’

゜   ．  ・ ゜      OF  course  it  was  that  easy.  Zim  knew  his  way  around  technology,  Irken  or  not.  He  wasn’t  going  to  just  be  dismissed  on  what  he  was  saying.  Whether  or  not  he  was  ignoring  the  other,  Zim  just  groaned,  rolling  his  eyes.  It  was  uncomfortable  in  his  lenses  to  hide  the  pure  ruby  eyes,  but  none  the  less  he  glared  at  the  other....  alien  life.  Were  they  not  worried  about  being  discovered?

                            ❛  PSH.  Of  course  it  is.  You  just  need  a  hyper-stabilizer  to  add  onto  the  turbulence  hydrolics  and  to  tighten  the  G7Q  bolt.  Even  a  baby  human  worm  like  myself  could  do  it.  ❜  

                            WAS  he  now  shoving  his  way  past  the  Doctor  to  mess  with  the  device?  Absolutely.  If  there  was  one  of  many  things  he  excelled  in,  it  was  actually  mechanical  and  engineering  knowledge.  Sure,  some  of  his  inventions  didn’t  work  out  the  way  he  wanted,  but  that  didn’t  mean  he  wasn’t  a  good  mechanic.

>>__ @undecimusor​ asked : ‘  wake  up ,  i  know  you  can  hear  me .  ’

゜   ．  ・ ゜      EYES  flickered  open  as  the  Irken/Human  hybrid  groaned,  lifting  his  head  off  the  couch.  It  was  either  sheer  luck,  or  Fez  knew  more  about  Irkens  than  he  had  let  on.  Either  way,  it  was  STILL  a  gamble  for  it  to  be  applied  to  Dib.  He  liked  to  see  himself  as  the  worst  of  both  species,  which  was  something  that  was  noticeably  an  amazing  observation  and  terrible  way  to  live.

                       ❛  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?  Do  you  know  how  hard  it  is  not  to  need  sleep  after  needing  sleep  for  12  years  of  your  life?  Let  me  just  lay  down  with  my  eyes  closed  in  peace.  I’m  not  bothering  anyone.  ❜  

>>__ @hivebreed​ asked : “if you were me, you’d do the same.”

゜   ．  ・ ゜      WELL,  it  at  least  got  the  Earthling  thinking.  Ever  since  Tak  had  returned  (granted,  it  had  taken  Dib  more  time  than  he  would  have  liked  to  admit  to  notice  her  return)  he  had  tried  to  make  something  of  an  attempt  to  get  to  know  her.  Beyond  the  hatred  of  ZiM  they  had  once  shared.

                              ❛  I  mean,  can  you  say  that?  I  know  I  help  people  whenever  I  can,  and  I  definitely  want  to  get  rid  of  the  Irken  Empire  as  much  as  the  next  guy,  but....  Isn’t  this  all  a  bit  dangerous?  What  if  the  Tallest  or  whatever  catch  on?  ❜

“I dunno, sounds like a pretty bad guy thing to say.”

She’s only half joking - she’s taken in enough pre-teen superhero-supernatural-teen movie movies to know that people needing to have a preference for their morality aren’t usually ‘good’. but she’s too fascinated by his everything to mind.

“But I’ll bite. Mabel always gives the boys the benefit of the doubt when they’re not-humany. So. Tell me all about it.”

゜   ．  ・ ゜      THAT’S  fine.  He  knew  that’s  what  he  was,  or  rather  how  must  people  would  see  him.  So  shrugging  off  the  comment,  the  teenager  sat  down  on  the  bench,  carefully  running  a  hand  through  his  hair  starting  where  the  hair  split  into  two  antenna  like  appendages.  He  could  get  through  this  conversation.  She  might  not  even  know  Dib  here....  This  was  fine.  

                           ❛  FIRST  of  all,  I  am  a  human.  Second  of  all,  it’s  not  a  bad  thing  to  say.  It’s  something  someone  says  when  they’re  determined  to  see  the  right  thing,  even  if  a  lot  of  their  friends  tell  them  it  might  not  work  like  they  expect.  What  do  you  want  to  know,  Mabel?  ❜  

             He stood there,  arms behind his back,  a permanent smile on his face.  Though if you closely pay attention to the fine details,  his smile almost falters.  ( It twitched a little. ) A familiar presence was in his own city:  SERVEYOUINC City.  A haven of sorts;  thriving businesses,  parks,  that random chair and much more.  ( As long as the citizens behave nicely,  then they won’t have much of a problem. )  But it’s a surprise to see him here.  “Terrible.  It’s just such a terrible mood;  it won’t do in my city.”  And then he steps forward,  his head cocked to the side,  brown eyes studying him.  

He’s never seen him in person before,  so this was something new for Chief.  “Your appearance might explain that.”  Chief responses,  eyebrows raised up.  

“But it’s nice to finally see you in person,  Zib,  correct?”

゜   ．  ・ ゜      DIB  wasn’t  caring  enough  to  pay  attention  to  his  smile-  he  knew  it  was  as  fake  as  anything  else  here.  Looks  said  a  lot,  but  it  was  what  the  looks  hid  that  were  a  lot  more  important.  He  was  well  aware  of  that.  This  looked  like  any  other  city  he  had  seen,  though  to  be  fair  he  hadn’t  stopped  in  a  lot  to  explore  them,  and  to  learn  about  them.  Truth  be  told,  he  never  stopped  quite  being  as...  forward  in  his  methods  of  resolving  things  since  his  escape  from  his  home  dimension.  Not  that  he  let  that  on  to  anyone  in  the  chat.  

❛  WELL  deal  with  the  terrible  mood.  I  just  crashed,  you  FILTHY  FLESHBAG.  ❜

                            HE  didn’t  care  if  the  more...  Zim  like  mannerisms  were  coming  out.  Watching  everyone  else’s  reactions  to  him  in  the  chats,  and  having  a  bit  more  info  than  he  had  ever  let  on  meant  that  he  was  going  to  stay  as  far  away  from  this  man  as  possible.  That  being  said,  there  wasn’t  like  there  was  much  room  to  navigate  in  the  slightly  ruined  street.

                            WHAT  annoyance  Dib  was  getting  from  this  interaction  suddenly  skyrocketed.  Taking  a  step  back,  and  slightly  hunching  over  as  if  preparing  to  leap  at  the  time  lord,  eyes  narrowed  behind  his  cracked  glasses.  THAT  was  not  something  he  was  willing  to  be  called  in  person.  While  he  had  been  working  on  what  being  called  that  made  him  feel  like...  This  one,  this  person  didn’t  know  the  connotations  of  it,  not  really.  Not  what  that  name  REALLY  carried.  Hell,  Zim  and  Dib  and  GIR  didn’t  either,  but  they  at  least  knew  where  they  came  from.

                            THIS  man  had  absolutely  no  idea,  and  the  rage  of  hearing  that  name  snapped  forth  before  he  could  control  it.  Segmented  tongue  slipping  out  as  he  hissed  at  the  man  in  the  suit  before  him.

                            ❛  MY  NAME  IS  DIB.  But  if  you  refuse  to  call  me  that,  overly  dressed  door  to  door  salesman,  you  can  call  me  VIRUS.  Got  it?  ❜  

>>__ @diibsister​ asked: ‘  wake  up ,  i  know  you  can  hear  me .  ’

゜   ．  ・ ゜      THIS  was  the  beginning  of  the  end.  Eyes  slowly  opening  as  he  laid  on  the  couch,  he  could  hear  her  anger  in  the  kitchen.  It  had  been  a  late  night  for  the  new  teenager.  New  teenager,  being  that  he  had  only  recently  turned  13.  Maybe  it  was  mental,  but  even  if  not  since  then  he  had  suddenly  become  so  much  hungrier.  So,  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  he  might  have  ate  all  of  the  snacks.  Well,  not  all  of  them.  Definitely  the  GOOD  ones  that  Gaz  hoarded  and  kept  from  him.

                            HE  was  now  regretting  the  decisions  he  had  made.  Half  Awake  Dib  had  something  against  Wide  Awake  Dib.

                            ❛  MAYBE.............  I’m  sleep  reading....  and  talking.  ❜  

>>__ @piinetrees​ LIKED FOR A STARTER

゜ ． ・゜      GRAVITY  Falls  was  by  far  one  of  the  worst  names  he  had  heard  on  this  terrible  planet.  Granted,  his  Voot  Cruiser  had  crashed  in  the  woods  in  what  he  had  hoped  been  an  unnoticed  incident,  yet  as  it  still  stood  he  was  practically  stranded.  GIR  was  who  knows  where  probably  at  the  local  diner  he  had  noticed  while  wandering  around  town.  His  Computer  would  be  able  to  send  him  the  proper  materials  needed  for  a  repair,  but  who  knows  how  long  that  would  take.  So  for  now,  he  was  stuck  here  in  this  filthy,  disgusting  local  habitat  for  the  planet's  life  forms.  His  one  saving  grace  was  that  the  Dib  human  wasn't  here.  

                            AS  if  wandering  around  in  the  woods  wasn't  enough,  of  course,  he  would  stumble  across  a  cabin  of  some  kind.  While  it  looked  run  down,  he  could  see  several  humans  coming  in  and  out.  He'd  done  research  on  these.  Yes,  this  was  a  "trap  for  tourists".  Something  he  was  absolutely  very  knowledgeable  in.  This  might  be  an  amusing  trip  into  the  inner  workings  of  his  enemies'  minds  after  all.  All  he  would  have  to  do  is  walk  in,  observe  what  resides  within  this  "trap"  and  go  from  there.

                            HOWEVER,  upon  entering  it  didn't  take  long  for  the  Irken  to  become  bored  and  disgruntled  by  the  lack-luster  and  sewn-together  creatures.  This  was  all  fake,  but  perhaps  that  was  the  trap  after  all.

                              ❛  YESSSS,  ZiM  understands  this  "Trap"  now....  a  trap  for  the  GENIUS!  To  trick  them  into  spending  countless  hours  staring  at  nothing  but  lies.  INGENIOUS.  ❜

                            IF  only  he  had  realized  that  while  he  could  talk  out  loud  normally,  this  wasn't  his  home  or  his  city.  Turning  the  corner  and  seeing  some  odd-looking  boy  child  looking  confused,  he  engaged  in  the  age-old  tradition  of  a  staring  contest  to  prove  his  superiority.  Surely  nothing  inhuman  about  that.

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            “Come on,  add a smile,  be happy and stop that stupid misery clogging up my space.”

゜   ．  ・ ゜      ENDING  up  here,  wherever  HERE  was  had  not  be  on  the  teens  goals.  In  fact,  he  had  been  trying  to  find  his  way  near  the  Irken  Armada’s  flight  path,  just  to  see  what  intel  he  could  gather.  However,  his  ship  had  other  ideas.  That  being,  whatever  sudden  gravitational  simulator  this  little.....  PLACE  had  messed  with  his  systems  so  much  that  he  ended  up  crash  landing  here.  Kicking  the  blue  Voot  Cruiser,  he  turned  around  hearing  the  voice,  instantly  recognizing  the  individual.  How  could  he  not.  What  was  the  number  at  in  it’s  peak?  50  something  of  just  that  face  alone?  And  only  one  that  he  knew  of  that  would  focus  that  heavily  on  smiling.  Capitalism.

                            ❛  I’LL  smile  when  I  have  a  reason  to,  Chief.  I  think  my  ship  crashing  here  is  enough  for  me  to  be  in  a  miserable  mood,  if  we  don’t  include  my  own  existence.  ❜  

                            IT  was  a  joke,  but  it  also  wasn’t.  He  knew  no  one  in  that  little  chat  knew  the  greater  details  of  his  life.  Only  a  few.  Like  packing  peanut’s  Zim’s  Dib,  his  sister,  and  then  Membrane.  Everyone  else?  He  just  was  some  weird  Dib,  he  would  rather  leave  it  that  way.

゜   ．  ・ ゜       HE  shouldn’t  be  too  surprised  that  this  was  as  easy  as  it  was.  He  was  at  a  distinct  advantage  than  he  had  been  in  his  own  universe  against  his  own  ZiM.  As  alarms,  triggers  went  off  he  would  receive  the  alert-  or  rather  recognize  that  there  would  be  one  and  dismiss  it  himself.  While  he  always  claimed  it  was  HIS  PAK,  it  wasn’t.  It  was  ZiM’s.  Meaning  that,  theoretically  they  had  all  of  the  same  permissions.

                        EVEN  still,  he  didn’t  want  to  be  here  for  too  long.  He  just  needed  to  get  some  parts  for  his  own  modified  spaceship,  and  then  he  would  be  gone.  He  didn’t  need  to  relive  this  nightmare  any  longer  that  necessary.  It  didn’t  help  that  he  didn’t  know  WHICH  Zim  he  was  intruding  on.  With  any  luck,  it  was  one  of  the  top  100  from  the  Zimvoid.  #63  was  rather  smart,  as  was  #2...

                          REMINISCING  was  just  enough  of  a  distraction.  A  silent  alarm  tripped  for  intruders,  and  large,  mobile  cables  shot  out  of  the  mess  on  the  ceiling  and  lifted  up  the  abomination,  squirming  as  he  tried  to  break  free.  Habit  of  course  is  nearly  impossible  to  break,  and  just  like  so  many  years  that  had  passed  for  him,  Dib  shouted  out  angrily.

                        ❛  ZIM!  WHERE  ARE  YOU?!  LET  ME  DOWN,  YOU  SHORT,  OBNOXIOUS  ANNOYANCE.  ❜  

                        THERE  it  was...  The  parts  of  him  he  had  done  so  well  hiding  around  the  other  Dib-  The  Irken  influence  on  his  own  personality  and  self.