Eat This, Yuletide! [Open]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"HYAAA HA HA HA HA!"

That wasn't St. Nick's jolly laugh waking the ship and ringing through the corridors.

Crashing through the halls, bolting through the City, smashing couches out of the way on the Obs Deck, ran nine minions of the Overlord, roped to a sleigh that appeared to be made entirely out of scrap parts Zetta had found lying around the city. (It was heavily armed, too, because, well, this was Zetta.) Another minion sat at the front of the sleigh, yahing the minions rather pointlessly, since they never slowed down or sped up no matter what the driver did. Behind that minion stood Zetta's minion of choice, proudly holding up -- the Sacred Tome, with a massive Santa hat and an even more massive fake beard attached.

"HYAAA HA HA HA HA! Meeeerry Overlordsmas, ship! Everyone enjoy your holiday gift -- the privilege of basking in my radiated badassery! Meeeeerry Overlordsmas!"

....well.... he HAD threatened to start celebrating Netherworld holidays....

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

"All over the damn place, but I think I can hook you up on some of those parts."

The Overlord concentrated for a moment, and a building crashed to the ground about a dozen feet away, as if it had fallen out of the sky. From it burst a couple of minions, leaping out with a larger piles of machinery in their arms than they really should have been able to carry.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ophelia watched the spectacle with mild interest- after all, where she came from, huge structures appearing out of nowhere was par for the course. That sort of power was a plus in her book. She stepped forward to look over the huge caches of stuff Zetta's minions presented.

"Yeah." She nodded after a minute. "This will do. This will do just fine."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

The minions obligingly piled up the parts haphazardly. The book, meanwhile, settled in - so to speak - to watch, actually curious. Ophelia hadn't seemed like a tinkerer when he'd met her, after all.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Where she came from, you didn't tinker so much as you tore the earth asunder and bent the raw elements to your will. The first part was already done, so all that was left was to cobble something awesome together from the selection here. As soon as Ophelia start picking through the piles, all of the things Eddie taught her started running through her head. This part could be a piston. That part would make a good crankshaft. And she might have to take that other part for herself if she ever had the urge to build herself another car.

It wasn't very long before she had something resembling the image in her mind, (http://image.rodandcustommagazine.com/f/11374794+w750+st0/0407rc_01_z+different_hot_rod_parts_accessories+engine.jpg) and she hoisted it up to place it so Zetta could get a better look.

"There." She said. "I need to clean it up a little, but it's a start."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"What the-?" He looked from the engine, to the pile of part, to her.

"How did you DO that?" The book was, against its will, impressed.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"It's an ancient art, thought long lost, that we had recently rediscovered." Ophelia explained. "Do you like it?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Okay, you have officially impressed the Overlord," Zetta said with a smug grin. "As befits a loyal minion! Seriously, why are you not in Engineering doing that sort of thing? They'd wet themselves the first time you did that."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"Engineering? There are others that do this kind of thing?" Ophelia asked, genuinely surprised. She hadn't been keeping up with the announcements and messages passed back and forth with the crew, namely because she didn't know or care to use the omnicomm system.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Yeah. I don't think any of them can just slap together something working from a random pile of crap, though. They'd love to have someone who can do that."

The Overlord looked from the engine to Ophelia proper, something of a frown on his face. "If there's one thing I've had ground into me since I got on this ship, it's that humans need, like, social... people... things. Friends and all that crap, you know? You ought to consider going and helping out. Anything that kicks the Ohm's ass a little more is a plus, and it might do you some good."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Friends, huh? Ophelia had found herself keeping everyone at arm's length again, despite her talk with Maydril when she had first arrived. She couldn't help it; it seemed like every time she found someone to be close to, they were just taken away from her.

...And yet, on the ship there always seemed to be someone willing to extend a hand. Help her out. "Yeah, you're right about that. But they wouldn't be the first friends I've made here."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Got shoved back into the pods?" Zetta guessed. It would explain her reluctance.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"Not yet, but it's something I'm always worried about." She sighed. "You aren't going back there any time soon, are you?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"From what I hear, you go back in if your soul is about to fall out or something like that, 'cuz the Bleed thing we're in can make that happen." He grinned, oh so very smug. "But I can survive in the void between worlds. This is nothing!"

A little more awkwardly, he added, "Besides, my soul is already confined in this damn book as tightly as I can bind it. And that's pretty damn tight. I'll be fine."