In Which Alex Wa s Foolish [Closed, bendytimed before Marriage Planet like whoa.]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Warriors? Easy. Spellcasters? Not his style, but not a problem. Scientist and tech-types? He can work with that.

Weird emotion-eating power-generating kids? Uh, that one's a bit out of his league.

So they'd wing it.

As was his wont for training, the Overlord commandeered a sensorium and set up a pretty generic fighting field, rolling green hills with Prinnies wandering around getting into trouble and saberkitties playing with overly large balls of string.

There, the book waited.

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

"So the panic was too strong, and that's why that happened? Or was the shield too strong? I'm still not sure how all this works, here."

Zetta, after all, really didn't seem too bothered by the whole incident.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

"Th-the panic s-sorta is the sh-shield. I u-use it's f-form ta m-make the shield." Alex, on the other hand, was shaking a bit. He was all right, but it was draining to have your will and body taken, especially when he fell to is so completely.

"W-what e-exactly d-did I do?" He remembered some of it, but he remembered that feeling of letting go, because fighting had only made things worse.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Aaah, harassed me, fired a gun around, talked smack," Zetta said. "Mocked the damn fishing pole again. Nothing serious." Not by the Overlord's estimation anyway.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

"W-wait, talked?" He sounded a bit surprised, but then a bit of realization appeared on his face, "o-oh, r-right..." He had seen another person in the labs getting their powers tested while his group had been investigating. She got overshadowed by a powerful hatred, and it had been able to speak. It had been terrifying to watch, he was glad that he didn't have a clear picture, through the camera pen he'd given Mikel, though the sound had been good enough.

He laughed a bit darkly though, "See? E-even the sh-shadows think it's funny."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Yeah, but it wouldn't let me demonstrate. Poor freaking sport, I tell you what."

This seemed to be the most off-putting thing about the whole mess, to Zetta.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

"Y-you're really on about th-that. Wh-why don' you sh-show me then?" He offered a small smile, hoping that maybe it'd make Zetta feel better.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

FINALLY.

The rogue-type minion wielding the pole promptly turned around, whipped the pole back, then snapped it forward in a powerful cast -- in the complete opposite direction of the Prinny. A moment passed before the hook shot back into sight behind the rogue, latching onto the Prinny mercilessly.

"Dood!" the Prinny squawked as the minion hauled back on the rod. In a cloud of dust and debris, the Prinny shot violently backwards, dragged brutally across the ground. Another few moments passed as the pole's reel whirred -- then the Prinny skidded into view, sliding past the assembled watchers as the rogue yanked the hook out of it with a flick of the wrist.

It skidded, ludicrously battered and quite unconscious, right back to its starting point.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

If jaws could actually hit the floor, Alex's would have. He winced as he watched the Prinny come back into view. He turned to Zetta, taking a step back from that particular minion.

"D-did that j-just go all the way around the w-world?" If it did, he couldn't even imagine how.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Zetta grinned. "And that was a WEAK technique! I told you! Don't underestimate the fishing pole!"

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

"That w-was weak?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"If it's not rearranging a solar system or breaking the speed of light, it's a weak technique," Zetta said. Without any exaggeration whatsoever.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex thought for a second. That was pretty true of the games, but thinking of it actually working was still weird. He laughed a bit, "I g-guess you're right. I-it's just odd seeing it!"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Believe me, I miss doing it," Zetta grumbled. "Anyway, you get the point now, right?"

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex nodded, "Y-yeah. You k-keep impressing me, Zetta!"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Of course I do," Zetta said, confidently. "I'm Zetta."

The book would have hit its forehead with the heel of its hand, except for all the obvious reasons. "That's what you need. You need your.. I don't know what to call it, inner place of confidence."

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

"Wh-what are you t-talking about? I have s-so much c-confidence." Really, with that look and that tone, you'd have to be even denser than Zetta could be to not be able to tell that he was being sarcastic.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Exactly. Meanwhile, look at me. I lost my body and my Netherworld and I got stuck on a ship with a bunch of idiiiiiiyou people, and you don't see me getting down about it. That's the kind of attitude you need to win."

He fixed Alex with a serious look. "So. Be honest. What have you got going for you?"