Wormy and Luna?

[LunaXanta]

(( Yay! ))

These doodles were at least finished. Lots of random notes, pictures, nothing innapropraite, about five drawings
of her... And a sketch of a little baby-bigfoot in the corner that looked a little like a teddy-bear.

[Wormgod]

Mur scanned the drawings, checking for anything inappropriate. Finding nothing, she attempted to read the notes. Needless to say, she gave up after ten minutes of staring at the first word. (Hint; it's "the")) So she chuckled at the crappily drawn....whatever it was, and flipped the page.

[LunaXanta]

((I suppose we can chat in Appocalyse rp, being the only ones there.))

The next page.... Had nothing to do with Mur, and the entire drawing style had changed. There was a sense the book had just been snatched at random, Dib needing paper.
The drawing, and note accompanieing it, had been scribbled out, then the scribbles half-erased, and everything re-done, then scribbled over again; obviously full of conflict.
It was clearly from maybe a year ago, but despite everything the picture and note were still mostly comprehendable.
The picture, was of Proffessor Membrane, Dib's father, weather Mur knew him or not, but it was a horrible, nightmirash drawing of him, clearly scrawled in with a dripping hatred. (Nightmare version from the dimension in his head)
There were darker spots on the page where drops of a certain salty liquid, tears, had fallen. It practically stunk of his painful, over-powering emotions at the time, but the note, would remain unreadable for Mur unless she bothered to employ her technology to translate.

[Wormgod]

((No, that's kindof rude for people who haven't made a form yet. It fills up the RP too.))

Mur frowned and squinted at the picture, having a hard time understanding what it was. It looked like an older version of Dib, or possibly someone related to him. She assumed he was a related person, and drawn in such a way that Dib obviously hated him. Irkens had no comprehension of family or relatives, so she didn't know why he would hate him. There was some type of liquid that had come in contact in it, and Mur could smell water, so she carefully turned the page, not sure how to react to such a controversial concept.

[LunaXanta]

((Yeah, you're right... But do they have OOC threads here?))

The next page was blank and the one after it just had some sorts of footprints, one or two seeming to be guesses at what kind of print Irken feet would leave, but having never seen any of the aliens barefoot, he could only guess from the Irken's hands. The corners here were filled with little ghost sketches, seeming more decorative then anything, Dib drew to record information, and when he got really bored and had paper lying around.

[Wormgod]

((No. With this website, people usually discuss the stuff on the RP, which is one problem I have with this website.))

Mur ignored the writing, since she hadn't figure out how to translate handwritten writing. It kept screwing up, so she could only translate the typed English language. She looked at the drawings and smiled. Dib's guess of the Irken footprint was a good one, but it was still poor. He ignored the dewclaw and drew more of an ostrich print than an Irken one.

[LunaXanta]

((Well that stinks.... In that case... I guess Ink is hiding under that table. There. He needs somewhere to go.
Ink: *watching Wormy with big, scared puppy eyes*))

The next two or three pages were all notes, but after that, some pictures of Mur continued. One or two were unfinished, but not in ways that were inappropriate. Just headshots. The best done that clearly had the most effort put into it was Mur sitting at her desk, looking boredly ahead.

[Wormgod]

((Yeah...Hello! *waves*
Lyra: *walks in with Pan on her shoulder in his favorite ermine form* *looks at Ink, thinking he's some type of night-ghast*
Pan: *whispering* What is that?
Lyra: *thick English accent* Sshh, Pan...We have to be quiet. That's a night-ghast, en't it? All by hisself. We can sneak away, and if he sees us, we can trick 'em. *tries to sneak away*))

Mur flipped through the notes and stopped at the drawings. Headshots of her, all shaded in perfectly. One of the best ones was really detailed, even with little lines for the texture on her antenna. She smiled.

[LunaXanta]

((Ink: *eyes widen* *follows withought a sound, hiding behind things frequently*))

By now, Zim had managed to somehow follow Staada's smoke trail all the way to Mur's base, and was peeking above the fence, looking suspiciously at the dolls that covered the lawn like his own gnomes. He glared at them, but after a moment, attempted to sneak onto the lawn.

[Wormgod]

((Pan: *switches to his wildcat form once he sees Ink behind them* Lyra! He's following us! *also has a thick English accent*
Lyra: *sprints out of the OOC area* *just ends up on the other side and keeps running* We're not getting anywhere! This is one big loop!))

The dolls, however, soon spotted Zim once he stepped onto the lawn. All dolls uprooted themselves, revealing legs made of blades. The nearest followed his every move, waiting for him to try and get closer, and if he did, they would attack.