trans_9 | Recovery

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Recovery

Matt shifted in his bed, eliciting a grunt of pain. Blinking, he realized belatedly that he was in a bed. Hmm... was he...?

Opening his eyes fully, he realized that he was in the mini infirmary of the bus, but the location had been moved. Presumably by someone who comandeered his keys. He was also wrapped in bandages but the worst of his injuries had been worked on. He was also, not to put a fine point on it, naked.

Groaning, he turned his head to the side, trying to figure out just who moved him there and if Asuna was okay. "... w-water," he croaked to the air.

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"Hyaaa ha ha ha!" Now the book was cheerful. "It's about time I started getting some respect around here! Though you could take a little less note of the lack of arms," it added.

"And yeah. She was pretty calm under pressure," he admitted. "Watching her trying not to freak out? Honestly kind of funny. So she's your girlfriend?"

Yes. Zetta went there. In his defense, it seemed pretty damn obvious.

"It's part of what I do," replied Matt honestly.

At the girlfriend thing he flushed a little. "Girlfriend? Katara? No, she's not. Just really important to me s'all. She and I were friends since I woke up."

"...Does she know that?" Zetta asked. Not intentionally meddling. Zetta was simply too... Zetta to even be able to do that. He's just asking because he's so... so... Zetta.

"Oh yeah: who the hell attacked you, anyway?" he added on a more annoyed note. "I've had patrols out for a while now and nothing. I was hoping for some action!"

Matt ducked his head, trying not to be too embarrassed. Him? Her? Together? Seemed almost pipe dream-like in a way. He knew he was missing SOMEONE but to be with Katara... "Well, I do try to be honest with her."

Looking up, he bit his lip. "One of the infected, a friend of mine Asuna. I was trying to calm her down and I sort of didn't defend myself properly. Got beat up by her since she busted out the superpowers." He sighed, bringing a hand up and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'm pretty sure she's gotten to the infirmary since then. It has been two days."

Zetta sighed wearily. "I figured. Rage virus! More like rob Zetta of good fights... virus! Go chasing down all the people who caused trouble and suddenly I'm the bad guy!

"...Not that I'm NOT that bad guy," the Overlord added.

Matt chuckled at that. "Well I'm sure that I could indulge once I'm better. I'm a bit of a physical fighter but I've got a bit of magic in me."

He winced a little. "After I heal of course yanno."

"Hmph. Details." Of course a book wouldn't think of that sort of thing. "It sounds like they're doing something about this virus, so things should be back to normal pretty soon."

Matt let out a relieved sigh as he leaned back in his bed, staring at the roof. "That's good then," he said, reaching up and brushing some hair away from his face.

"So what's your story? I'm pretty sure you weren't a book all the time. Your mana signature seems too strong for that."

"...FINALLY, someone who can sense mana power!" Zetta was pleased enough by this that he didn't even get annoyed at the question. He settled into his 'backstory' tone of voice.

"This book is the Sacred Tome. Everything about my Netherworld is written in it. The Ohm tampered with the book, and, uh, long story short, I had to confine my soul in it to save my Netherworld, and my life."

"That's one way to do it," said Matt, nodding. Responsibility was heavy at least, and to be holding the world in your hands, well, it was definitely one way to do it.

He grinned and held up a hand, a small ball of crackling blue-white electricity forming before he let it dissipate. "Mana from my world. Quintessence. Fifth element. All of those fun descriptions bundled up into either blue lightning or pink energy."

Zetta raised an eyebrow at that. "Huh. That's surprisingly straightforward. Not a bad trick either." Not that the Overlord was impressed, mind. He was only here... why was he still here? He'd rationalize something later, damn it!

"Tell me about it. Mana is pretty flexible where it comes from my world, imparting great wisdom, healing wounds or causing great harm." Matt shrugged. "It's all wibbly wobbly to me but all I know is that it can be molded into different types of magics since it runs off the Earth-Air-Fire-Water system."

"...That doesn't sound like the mana I know at all," Zetta said, then added with smug arrogance, "but it's so out of that league, who can say? Still, the important thing is that you can use it... and apparently you can fight."

"True enough." said Matt as he blinked a little lightheaded sensation out from behind his eyes. "Wow, that just sent all the blood to my head. I shouldn't try that again till I'm healed."

"Well, heal fast!" Zetta pronounced. "I won't have my minions lying down on the job, not when there's lots to be done. Can you teach people how to fight? Are your skills at all transferrable?"

"Yes and yes," said Matt. "I run off an elemental skill set, and flexibility is the name of the style. It's technically a Meridianite Martial style, mixed in with bending elements around. I deal with the five primary energy sources, not the other five."

He grins. "I've got a few students here and there."

"Hyaaa ha ha ha! A worthy minion, then! As soon as this whole mess is cleaned up, I'll see if I can round up people who want to learn!"

Yes, the Overlord is getting into entirely too good a humor now.

Matt chuckled at that. Minion to Zetta? He could deal with that. Definitely more amusing to be around than his old teacher. "I'll make sure to get better as soon as possible then."

"I suppose with a healer willing to help you out, that shouldn't be too bad," Zetta said, completely and totally unaware of the Medbay. "Uh, how much... thinking... is involved in this thing you do?"

"Any help would be appreciated," replied Matt with a nod. "I don't mind healing, be it magical or physical."

"As for the magic, there's a bit of discipline but it's focused around creativity than actual literary magic. Most people pick it up easily."

"Hmmmmmmmmmm," said Zetta, a maniacal gleam in his eyes. "I really, really like what you're telling me."

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"Well hey, it's not too hard for anyone to pick up the spells. Just takes practice and a little patience s'all." Matt grinned at that. "It's why it's so intuitive, you just pick up the magic and make things go boom."

"How much effort does it take to teach?" Zetta asked. "How many people, how often, could you take on?"

"Maybe ten, twenty people at once. I'd have to run through the usual test though, see if their spirit is open enough to attract one of the elemental forces." mused Matt as he tapped a hand on his leg and spun his finger around.

"Earth, fire, air, water, quintessence. Five elements in a circle of energies that have direct opposing forces. The actual science behind it takes time to explain but there's also five opposing magics to that. I'd have to mine them out of the energies I've got at my disposal but that'd take time. And Reverse elementals are kind of rare in the usual energy set up..."

He trailed off. "Basically I can take a few people at a time, and separate them into teams."

"And if on top of that, I knew someone I thought might be able to benefit from... extensive training?"

Zetta thought a moment, then added, "If it helps, you definitely have enough mana power for at least a minor wish."

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