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[spaceroach]

GIR!

[Oh what the fresh hell is this.

Zim's certainly a sight here, a panicky, vaguely smokey sight, judging from the shadows and background, he's perched on top of the pod he woke up in.]

GIR, I can't reach you through the communicator link, you better be on this frequency, GIR, LISTEN TO ME.

[That's right. He's assumed that this is a private conversation. Here we go-]

I'm surrounded by water and if you do not get here right now, GIR, RIGHT NOW, I'm going to burn to death, are you listening? I need you at my coordinates right now, GIR!

I'm at-

[A pause, because he... doesn't... know where the hell he is, or what his coordinates are, or probably what day it is. There's some aggravated grunting]

Look just... just figure it out! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, AND DON'T LET ANYONE SEE YOU! If I fall in the water and die, you can't have any more waffles ever again! ... EVER.

EVER, GET OVER HERE!

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[child_of_bhaal]

I-

Well-

[Where to even start?]

Stay here a moment. I'll get your box. It might have some of your belongings in it.

[She threw that last bit in, because after only 10 minutes of knowing him, she's already aware that he's a chronic arguer.

She'll just pop back into the cave and get his stuff.]

[spaceroach]

[welcome 2 ur life sye. He looks annoyed, but then, Zim is also chronically annoyed, on top of that chronic arguing, so you know.]

Fine.

... AND DON'T TAKE ANY OF IT! Everything in that box is ZIM'S!

[That he forgot inside the cave and had no idea was even his until this very moment. IT'S CLEARLY VERY IMPORTANT.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She stifles a giggle, getting herself together, as she picks up his box. He wouldn't be half as cute if he weren't small, and it is unfair to giggle about his tiny angry green kitten rage.

She's got it together when she comes back out.]

Here you go. Not even opened yet.

[So she didn't take any of your stuff, Zim.]

[spaceroach]

[He's still there, having gotten into the pamphlet stand to dig through the rest of them.

That's right.

He's in the stand now, pamphlets everywhere, lord only knows what he's looking for. He pops his head out when she comes back, before hopping out, scattering more maps just fucking everywhere.]

It's about time!

Show me this neck lace.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Well. That's a mess.

She'll have to decide if she's going to clean it up. She knows he won't.


She's probably going to clean it up.]

It's pronounced necklace, not neck lace. They aren't always made of lace, you know.

[She kneels down and opens the box for him. And there is his stuff! Necklace included.]

This acts like a key, to get from the different cities.

[spaceroach]

Then why even call it neck lace?

[He's gonna keep calling it that. Forever. Fight him.

He snags everything out of the box, the device on his back clicking and opening for a moment as he jams all of it in there. Seems pretty roomy in there.

As for the pendant, he dangles it about for a moment, looking unimpressed.]

This doesn't even look like lace! It should be a neck chain! Humans are stupid.

... What part of it is the key part?

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, it is most likely a generalizing term for ornamentation, wore around the neck. Some have been made of, yes, lace. Neck chain isn't inaccurate, but it doesn't flow off the tongue so nicely.

[You asked, friend.]

As far as I can tell, the entire thing is the key, not one given piece. So I wouldn't recommend taking it apart, if you want it to keep working.

[It's like she knows you, Zim.]

[spaceroach]

... I'm calling it neck chain.

[HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS.

FREEDOM

Still, it gets jammed into the pak as well, only stopping to fish the map (and like, six other maps) back out again.]

Fine, whatever. I won't take mine apart.

[Someone else's? Probably. If he can manage it. He doesn't care if he ruins someone else's day.]

Alright, human. You've contributed greatly to my cause, so I won't try blowing this entire planet prison up when I leave.

Maybe.

[child_of_bhaal]

That's very magnanimous of you, Zim.

[Nope. Can't stop the smile. She's not trying to be condescending, gods know she hates that herself. She just has this feeling he wouldn't do that.

Just a hunch.]

Are you ever going to stop calling me 'human'?

[spaceroach]

Mag-

...

DON'T MAKE WORDS UP AT ME!

[Okay look, chances are that word does exist in some form in Irken!

But his pak isn't exactly the best at translating English clearly, consistently.]

Why would I?

[child_of_bhaal]

I didn't make it up. It means very generous, especially towards someone less powerful than yourself.

[Which is true, and will likely please him to learn. Bet she'll hear it constantly hereafter.]

Because I'm not. I'm a half elf.

[spaceroach]

[DEEP BREATH-

Okay no, that works. He can deal with that. This is fine.]

.... What's the difference?

[All you monkeys look the same here.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, elves are a longer lived race, more closely connected to magic, tend towards a slighter, lighter build, ethereally attractive. And culturally, I could go on for a while, but that's not really what your asking. But they are off a totally different descent from humans, and while they can interbreed, it's not very common. And their offspring are usually a nice combination of the two, but both sides often mistake them for the opposite.

In a very, very condensed example, we're like wolfdogs. Not one or the other, but a combination of both.

[She almost used mules as an example, but could easily see a future of being referred to as such. No thanks.]

[spaceroach]

[There's a lot of affirmative grunting and nodding... initially.

After a point, and it doesn't take long, it kind of... looks like he... might not be paying attention-]

Yeah okay whatever, boob-human.

[Just give up]