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trans_92010-09-24 09:50 pm
badassfreakingoverlord) wrote in trans_92010-09-24 09:50 pm
In Which Zetta Is Frustrated By Frustration [[Open]]
Night in the City led the Overlord to discover a grim and horrible truth:
Getting your mope on as a book is pretty darn difficult.
That knowledge frustrated him -- and since the prime source of his frustration was his frustration, it fed into the horrible cycle of irritation that had at last boiled over into a grouchy Overlord perched atop a pillar he'd had his minions haul over specifically for the purpose of perching upon as a suitable location to be a grouch.
The Overlord simply didn't have a nature that lent itself to frustration. From the beginning, he'd set his goal and fought for it -- and had done so for well over thirty thousand years. He had, in fact, achieved a goal beyond that of anyone else in the universe, and it had felt good. Damn good. Like nothing else imaginable!
"And now here I am!" the book said, out loud to the black and empty sky. "It's not being the damn book that bothers me. I can deal with that. I'm still the most badass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos. But give me a damn ENEMY to fight!
"Agh, this sucks!" Zetta made a motion that didn't work as a book, wobbled, and nearly fell off the pillar. Some choice words filled the air in place of his formerly magnificent monologue.
He hated this. He hated feeling frustrated. He hated feeling grumpy. He wouldn't stand for this sort of feeling in someone else! Go out there and DO something, he'd say!
But damn it all, he was already the most badass Overlord to be had! And a book! Where was he supposed to go from here?!
((Edit: Posts in the Giant Rumble thread cover the time period in which Zetta and Nanashi have gone off to brawl; characters who are spying on this should post there. The post in general still remains open.))
Getting your mope on as a book is pretty darn difficult.
That knowledge frustrated him -- and since the prime source of his frustration was his frustration, it fed into the horrible cycle of irritation that had at last boiled over into a grouchy Overlord perched atop a pillar he'd had his minions haul over specifically for the purpose of perching upon as a suitable location to be a grouch.
The Overlord simply didn't have a nature that lent itself to frustration. From the beginning, he'd set his goal and fought for it -- and had done so for well over thirty thousand years. He had, in fact, achieved a goal beyond that of anyone else in the universe, and it had felt good. Damn good. Like nothing else imaginable!
"And now here I am!" the book said, out loud to the black and empty sky. "It's not being the damn book that bothers me. I can deal with that. I'm still the most badass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos. But give me a damn ENEMY to fight!
"Agh, this sucks!" Zetta made a motion that didn't work as a book, wobbled, and nearly fell off the pillar. Some choice words filled the air in place of his formerly magnificent monologue.
He hated this. He hated feeling frustrated. He hated feeling grumpy. He wouldn't stand for this sort of feeling in someone else! Go out there and DO something, he'd say!
But damn it all, he was already the most badass Overlord to be had! And a book! Where was he supposed to go from here?!
((Edit: Posts in the Giant Rumble thread cover the time period in which Zetta and Nanashi have gone off to brawl; characters who are spying on this should post there. The post in general still remains open.))
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How does a book talk anyway, aside from audio technology? Sniff. Sniff. Nudge.
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Apparently the word "Overlord" and whatever status it brings doesn't mean jack to this little oddity. It doesn't, really. Then again, having laughed in the face of a minor deity at one point...
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Eh. Only one person so far knew what an Overlord was. This was not a ship designed with his proper respect in mind.
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Chirp. If he had two eyebrows, he'd make Spock possibly crack an almost-grin at the way his left eyebrow comes up.
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Nevermind that to him, knowledge and wisdom are things to be shared and exchanged...or that he's insatiably curious, possibly too much so for his own good.
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Zetta has probably never even conceived of humility being possible in the same universe he exists in.
"As for what's in here? Right now it's a lot of not very much. My Netherworld was destroyed, after all. There's no one on the ship with the power to wish it back."
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That's all he has to say on Zetta's inflated ego, which is to say, he's not at all impressed.
As for th ebook, that's another page entirely.
"Yeu noh ahsk hell-p?"
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The book made an odd motion as Zetta hmphed. The pages rustled slightly as the covers parted, then shut tight once again.
"There's no one on the ship who CAN help me. There's only two people I've met so far who even come close to Overlord-class, and even then, they don't have enough mana to create a new Netherworld. The only way THAT will happen is when we beat the Ohm, and get the good ending."
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He's just sayin'. Logically. And, in his odd little way, offering his own assistance. Alas, this also means admitting to this stranger that technically, Renne shouldn't exist, let alone be alive, thinking and sapient.
"Rrrr-enne go-t strrron-g too. Bu-t it noh mean no-thing."
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He's just clarifying to be sure since, well. Magic and him don't mix, as was learned during the bomb mission.
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Zetta wasn't about to try to explain the difference. It gave him a headache just thinking about it.
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One last sniffing-at of the talking book and the anomaly sits back on his big feet. He's not weirded out by a speaking book -- he's met some of the craziest things in his travels.
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Squeak. Long as no one spits magic at him, he's quite willing to lend a paw.
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Maybe that's not a good idea, Renne.
Sorry for the slow!fail!
He either misses or ignores the dripping sarcasm. Renne speaks only from the logic he perceives as...well, logical and as such, extends the offer. Along with that, he gives the talking book a gentle nosing.
I got patience!
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Books can't move around by themselves, las he checked.
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Zetta chuckled... then promptly turned it into his evil laugh.
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Simple question from a creature many perceive as...well, simple. The laugh? He actually pays no heed to it and simply noses the talking book once more.
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