|Invaders from Outer Korea|
Another way down the Twisted Street, things become more stable. The dark clouds peel back and reveal a nice sunny day, or perhaps a sunny night, it's hard to tell on the Street. Buildings are stable here, and tend to stay in one place for longer than a few minutes as in other areas. Dimensional doorways and portals spin in and out of existence, warping time and space. Expelling people, expelling homes, expelling monsters. The street is cracked and broken, and has not been maintained in years. A constant wind blows through the area. Off to one side of the street, a large stair case spirals it's way into the clouds. With the nature of the landscape there's no way of knowing if it origianly had been built that way or not.
ZIM marches down the extended staircase leading to the heavens with a severe expression of irratation accross his face. Under his breath he grumbles, "Stupid inferior meat-sacks. Telling me, ME, ZIM! That I cannot have access to my Voot Cruiser! HOW DARE THEY! I shall find someone to help me destroy them, and then... AND THEN!!!" Turning he waves his fist towards the clouds, "ZIM SHALL RULE THIS WORLD AND ALL WILL BOW TO THE MIGHTY IRKEN EMPIRE!!!" Realising the silence around him he sighs letting his antenae drop in the process. Time to go patrol the street... again.
Life can really be a blast! And for a certain Korean patriot things have been looking up lately. On the winding road away from her stuffy home for what must be the third time, she's recently found herself moving away from the girlish impulses that spurred the first extended trip and into a more determined, mature mindset. With her treasured Scarlet Thunder resting against one toned shoulder, she's striding boldly along a small wooden bridge, booted foot clunking in a steady rhythm against the weather-worn surface. No more overbearing father, no more pesky suitors, and not even that bothersome Yung Seung anywhere to be found - could it get much better?
Raising an eyebrow, not that he has eyebrows, Zim steps a little cautiously towards the new arrival. "Hmmmm.... Uh? You ok?" From out of his PAK comes a long robotic arm with a magnifying lens which Zim uses to inspect one of the bits of debre which has followed her. Nervously he pokes at it with his glove and then quickly rubs his hand on his shirt. "Ick. Alien germs!" Not even carring if the girl speaks or not he instantly flies up into the air thanks to the robotic spiderlegs in his PAK lifting him up and stands menancingly over her. "YOU! Are you here to destroy our world with your woody-germ-monsters? HUH? ARE YOU? Well, you must first defeat ZIM! As I um..." Quickly he glances around for anyone watching before continuting, "Since I rule this world, you'll have to deal with meeeeeeee!" Ok, well obviously he full of it. But if it makes him happy...
Mina is hardly prepared for what greets her surveillance. Wielder of a fierce native pride and a fighter of no mean ability, she's seen her fair share of oddities and even gone toe-to-toe with creatures many would flee from at very first sight. But everything that has crossed her path this far has been at least vaguely human, or identifiably demonic in nature. Zim? The Irken Invader is something else entirely, and she barely has time to register his curious appearance with an astonished blink and a tip of her head before his extraneous metal limb lances out past her shoulder. It serves some credit to the scantily clad girl that she doesn't jerk aside, but instead pushes herself onto all fours and leans forward toward Zim, peering critically.
ZIM scuttles back on his spider legs which actualy makes him go quickly from waist high to nearly double her heighth in the process. "YOOOOOUU!!! You cannot defeat meeeeeeee, for I am ZIIIIIIM!!!" Quickly he pats himself down looking for some kind of weapon. Remembering they won't let him have any and he hasn't 'aquired' any lately he begins to panic. As a last move of despiration he retracts one of the mechanicle legs which produces his weilding torch from within his PAK. Letting a nice show of sparks fly from it's tip he waves the torch meanicingly as he tries to regain the upper hand. "I... um... I can destroy you with this! It's an... Irken matter-antimatter array which can rip you a-apart at the molleculor level. Yeah, um, that's it!" Normaly Zim would have much more confidence in himself, but then he normaly has someone to blaim for his shortcomings too.
Mina barely stumbles when the Irken dodges, already prepared for the eventuality. She simply sets her foot back down with a teasing giggle, head tipping once more to the side as she eyes the flying alien. The robotics don't alarm her overly - she has no clue what they are, what they entail or why they should be in this place, at this time. The main point here is that she's not at home, she's not anywhere near the mundane existence she loathes, and Korea must surely be somewhere around here. How else could she have stood there less than a minute ago? Everything is fine, provided she has her health and her abilities.
ZIM lowers himself to the ground again by retracting all of his robotic legs and smirks as he crosses his arms, "No reason to fight me, eh? Ahhh! All according to plan, another victory for Zim!!" Dusting himself off he raises an eyebrow again once he realises she asked where she was. "Oh, your on the Twisted Street." Glancing up towards the sky again he growls, "Cursed Council making everyone do as they say. Keeping me, Zim, here as they're lacky! YOU SHALL NOT HOLD THE MIGHTY ZIM FOREVER, PUSSMONKIES!" Letting out a sigh he droops his head and shrugs, "This is just a horrible place where worlds cross each other. Nothing to get excited over." Again he looks up and scowls, "UNLESS YOUR HERE AGAINST YOUR WILL!!" With an audible 'hmph' he crosses his arms and begins to sulk.
The disappearance of those technological marvels sees Mina lower her guard, body relaxing as she draws herself upright and then leans back comfortably on her heels, a moment's indecision all that stops her immediately folding her arms about her midriff. "Victory for Zim?" She echoes with a raised eyebrow, good humour still lighting her expression but just a trace of that previous indignation also hanging about. Not one to be bested, it seems the brunette might want to leap back into conflict, but she holds herself back and simply listens attentively as her plight is revealed. Twisted Street? Cursed Council? It's all new, which makes it all so much more exciting. Perhaps...
ZIM's jaw drops. "DUMMY?! I'll have you know you fleshpuppet that I am the mighty Irken Invader ZIM! Worlds tremble at the mere mention of my name! I was in both Opperation Impending Doom One AAAAAAANND Two!!! Why, if I had my supplies and my gear I could easily destroy you with a mere flick of my wrist and you would call me DUMMY!?!? HOW DARE YOU!!!" Of course, he has nothing to emphasise this point with. No weapons. No cheap theatrics. So, he turns and grumbles loudly continuing to rant about what he'd do if he could. This is hardly a rare thing to see these days.
Mina draws back from that scowl with a bright giggle and a notable sense of triumph as she gets the intended rise from the somewhat dejected alien. With a wide, cheeky smile she keeps his gaze as he outlines his illustrious career thus far, and though it remains meaningless to her... something tips her off that this boast probably doesn't hold quite as much weight as might be desired. Whatever could that be. Beside anything else, it helps that she herself is given to talking up her abilities and receiving a pounding for it - not that such a thing should ever be admitted. Ling-Sheng Shu would most certainly not approve.
ZIM glances up as she steps away, choosing not to pursue his attempts at invoking fear and respect from her. "Kor-i-ah? I don't know of that world. Is it a part of the Irken Empire?" Laughing he shakes his head, "No, of course not. But it soon shall be. Mark my words..." Glancing around he stares at the debre again and his antenae drop as the inevitble question of 'who's cleaning up the mess' comes to mind. Quietly he mumbles to himself as he glances up at Mina again, "There's lots of worlds here, some come and go. You might wanna ask around."
Well, Mina's definitely no housemaid. While she could probably break a few skulls if given a broom and ample motivation, this hardly aids Zim in his plight. Not the most helpful of girls, this one.