… Well, I’m a little lost, but oh well. That’s nothing new
. Basically, Ira is that wheelchair girl. Not much to her. She was part of a side quest. I had almost forgotten about her, so when I saw GWPharoman54 had picked “Everything Ira” I went and read the transcript for the game.
In there, she mentions wanting to see other islands. Then, I thought I’d have her sneak onto the Bonne’s ship. Then, I figured I’d get a servbot or two to join her, so I looked up profiles and found that #24’s matched Ira’s. They only give one sentence profiles for the servbots.
The last name was just made up. An Aria is an accompanied elaborate melody sung by a single voice. #33 is just there for fun. I made a list of all the servbots just to make sure I didn’t place them in a position they wouldn’t be in.
Anyways, I did end up writing a little mini-series with the trio. Originally, it was going to be only one more story, but then I felt the need to elaborate so I cut off a piece and turned it into a separate part. Then, it happened again… and so, this part was created.
Before I get started, I’d have to agree with BM 1-3. BRG, if you do ever come back, you should put your drabble back up. Maybe you could expand on it a little for those who don’t know who Zero is, but still it wasn’t bad… my drabbles are another story.
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Fandom: Idioten
Title: Kobun Compadres part 2: Spoils (I’m not good with titles… shut up)
Subject: Everything Ira
Wordcount: … if you must know, 915
Rating: PG to PG-13
Notes: This focuses more on #33 than Ira, but oh well. It is “Everything” Ira is it not? Yeah, this is part two of the Kobun Compadres. There might possibly be two other parts if I feel like it… It just depends on the next theme. Well, prepare for another one of my annoying drabbles… Last, Juicies (juice-Es) is supposed to be spelled like that.
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The Bonnes soon arrived at Basileos Island and Ira, #24, and #33 had taken the chance to escape. Night had fallen and the Bonnes had cashed in their giant refractor and were off celebrating at the local Curry Bar. With the ship unguarded, the trio voted to send #33 back in to get some supplies.
“Hey, I think I see #33 coming!” Ira announced, standing up from the shore’s edge.
“I hope he got some good stuff. If we’re going to be successful explorers, we’ll need lots and lots of supplies for our… umm, exploring” #24 said, trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about.
#33 reached them after a short jog, obviously tired. “Well… this is… all… I could… get…” He panted, taking plenty of time to catch his breath between words. He held up a small bag full of tiny white refractors as he said, “This will keep us living the good life for a long time. I think these are diamonds!”
“Well, actually…” Ira was about to break the truth of the miniscule worth of the refractors, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. #24 just gasped at the refractors. “Shiny…” he said, seemingly hypnotized by the refractor’s luster.
“Next, I found this amazing gluey stuff.” #33 continued, holding up a disturbingly large wad of chewing gum. “I bet we could build a plane or… something like that with this. That’s why I found it under Master Teisel’s pillow!” #33 proudly held up the wad and hummed an odd jingle he had heard in a game.
“Wow, you’re amazing #33. I bet this stuff will come in really handy!” #24 was eagerly starring at the wad, a look of awe and amazement in his eyes.
Ira began to tell the other two the truth again, “Actually, that’s just a…”
“A what? Is it better than we thought?!” #24 gleefully shouted, hoping up and down.
“Well… yeah. It’s… really valuable… I think” Ira stuttered, feeling sorry for the poor duo.
“Last, I found a huge package of Yummy Gummy Tooty Fruity Red Apple Delicious Juice Boxes in Master Bon’s room.” #33 said as he began to pass out juice boxes to the others.
“Ummm… I’m not very good with math but… Well, I only see three juicies… where are the others?” #24 asked in a perplexed voice.
“Well, I… I…” #33’s face became red as he stuttered. “Oh, I remember now. I had to use them to distract the fearsome guardian Tron had left to guard the ship!” #33 announced.
He picked up Ira’s socks and began to act out and narrate the events. “I remember it like it was yesterday! I had just come out of Master Bonne’s room and that is when it saw me. It was horrible! It had big sharp pointy claws and a… a
BRA for a head!” The others made a huge gasping sound. Well, it was actually the sound of them drinking their juice boxes, but in #33’s mind, they were completely captivated by his story.
#33 continued his story with his sock puppet minions. “As soon as it had seen me it began to let out a moaning sound saying, “#33… whaaaaat are youuuu doiiiiinggggggg”. It was like it knew who I was! I started to run, but it kept on coming! No matter what I did it just kept coming. Oh it was horrible!” To add to his theatrics, #33 began to let out a surge of tears.
After a couple minutes, #33 discarded his juice box and continued. “I finally had to resort to throwing my juicies at it, but even that didn’t stop it. It was…
DRINKING them! I had to throw almost all of the juicies at him before he finally stopped. I don’t know why it stopped, it just said, “I gota gooooo!” and it ran into a strange room which was all white. I had to think quickly, so I ran up to the door and locked it!
“Wow #33, you’re a real hero!” #24 stated in amazement.
“I know! Still, I saw the most horrible thing before I could close the door.” He stopped, trying to make a dramatic pause. #24 leaned in close as #33 said, “It was… It was…
LEAKING. Oh, my eyes will never be the same.”
“You’re so brave #33. I bet you could take on an all-E-gate-or!” #24 said, patting #33 on the back.
“Well, I guess we should find a place to stay…” Ira sighed, starring at the tiny amount of Zenny, the wad of gum, and the three empty juice boxes.
Later that night…
“Tron!? Tron, have you seen my… my ummm… Well, it’s pink and…” Teisel shouted.
“No! I haven’t seen it!” Tron shouted back. “I can only wonder what he’s talking about. We should have never let him go to that bar…” Tron mumbled to herself.
Tron headed towards her private bathroom. “What’s this… locked?” Tron said as she fidgeted with the handle. “Well, all I have to do is turn this and… AHHHHHHHH” Tron jumped back in shock. “Nu... Nu… Number Forty! What are you doing in here… and what are you doing with my bra!”
#40 sat there on the toilet. “Well, Miss Tron… you see, I had to relieve myself and… well…” #40 began.
As the sheer horror of #40’s actions hit Tron, she simply replied in disgust, “Please, you don’t need to go any further… just report to the Torture Room… NOW!”
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And just when you thought #40 was gone for good… Alright, before it is mentioned I do know that servbots probably don’t need bathrooms, but that didn’t occur to me at the time… I’m an idiot, so what? As for the ending, take it however you want...