((OOC: Woot, got my char. profile up. If I mess up anything in regard to plot facts, just let me know and I'll try to fix it. Once again, I'm sorry it's so long. >.>;; ))
The room was very dark. The windows were sealed, the doors were closed, and there wasn't a light to be seen other than the faint glow of two sets of rings near the center of the room. One set was a pair of broken circles, humming with a pinkish light as they rotated and spun in a drunken orbit. The other set was a trio of vibrant greenish-white rings, slowly moving up and down in a vertical scanner-like motion.
The pink rings centered on a statuesque figure in the darkness, armless and an almost perfect white, tinged slightly with colour by the floating light sources. It appeared feminine, but the long face was marked with an expressionless half-lidded look, and there were no ears. Blackish eyes stared from below the lids as if something of unexpressible interest was in front of her.
The triad of larger rings were 'scanning' the body of a young boy and the throne-like chair he sat on, two legs pressed neatly together in front of him and two more sprawled out to either side. His arms were folded and his pale green eyes glared in a menacing scowl. All in all, it was quite an impressive display of sulking. A third figure hunched in the darkness behind the 'throne'.
"VDM!" the young boy barked out. Nothing replied. He didn't seem to notice. "Has JE77 gotten the filament surge generator functioning yet?"
The white figure didn't move at all from her pristine stance. "Why don't you ask him?"
"That was the first thing I thought of!" He exclaimed jubilantly. "I was just testing your skills of data analysis." Nevertheless, he grumbled something about insubordinate subordinates under his breath.
"I heard that."
"Of course. I was just testing your audial receptors, and they're perfect, as always! KEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!" He cackled for a good several minutes while the armless woman stolidly ignored him. Winding down, the boy shot her a look and twisted his torso to one side, at an unnatural angle that allowed him to peer behind the chair. "JE77, give me the statistics on the filament surge generation function."
The shadowed figure raised its head. "Nnnn?"
The white lady broke her constant stare to glance back at the one behind the 'throne'. "He wants to know if you have the lights working yet, Jezz."
"Nnnn. Nn-nnn, N-nnus." Jezz shook his head in the negative. Venus shrugged white shoulders.
The young boy jumped up with a spastic motion, arms and four legs flung wide. "What do you mean, no?! How can I be expected to command the genius necessary for the breaching of the No-Zone and the following glorious conquest of the material realm WITH NO FILAMENTS?!"
"You could just unboard the windows and let the sunlight in."
He twisted his torso around once more to glare at Venus, the expression at odds with his inspired tone of voice as he declared, "Of course, but such an easy task is far too trivial to be carried out by a such a great genius as I, Ecter of the No-Zone!" He hesitated a moment. "However, in dire circumstances even the great must make unthinkable sacrifices." Thus saying, he scuttled over to one area of the blackness and reached out to pry at the wall, his orbiting rings passing through it as they came close. The rotting wood came away with a moldy crunch, and the dirty sunlight of an urban afternoon suddenly illuminated the area.
Aside from the ornately carved chair, the armless white woman, and the partially bald young man (who had what appeared to be pipes sticking out of his head) crouched behind the chair, there was nothing. It looked to be the second floor of an abandoned restaurant or other failing business. But Ecter looked at it with squinty-eyed pride.
"Soon," he declared, eyes already watering against the sudden light, "soon the entire material world will know the name of Ecter, genius of the No-Zone, and from there all of the known worlds, even to the realms of the gods! And it will start with . . . THERE!" He jabbed dramatically with an index finger at a random building in the city.
Venus was still staring at the dirty back wall. "Where?"
She finally turned to look, the crawling skirt of her 'dress' twisting on the dust-laden floor. "Megaville Elementary?"
"YES! MEGAVILLE ELEMENTARY!" Ecter defiantly stated, as if he'd known the name all along.
Venus snorted. "Good luck."
"Luck?! Geniuses of the No-Zone have no need of such paltry human superstitions as 'luck'!! Megaville Elementary will fall under my crushing hand, and then the world will HAVE to bow to the might that is Ecter, genius of the No-Zone!! KEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! KEH HEH HEH HEHâ€”eh?"
He glanced down at the alien sensation skittering along his fingers, and promptly flung the rotting piece of board to the floor. "ACKK!!! BUGS!!! VILE INSECTS, DON'T YOU DEFILE MY BEING!!! DIE, ALL OF YOU!! DIEEE!!!!" And so began a random stomping spree. The proprieter of the little convenience store downstairs thumped on the ceiling with a broom handle and shouted at them to 'Stop jumping around up there!'
Venus sighed and turned to Jezz.
"We need a new job."