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In Which The Overlord Compromises A Previously-Held Stance

He'd said he hated it. That was still true.

He'd said it'd be nothing like the real thing. That was still true.

He'd said he'd never do it. And that... was where he had to change his mind.

Months stuck as a book (and that one time, a big robot for the party) had taken their toll. He'd ignored it, he'd dealt with it, he'd shrugged it off like it was no big deal. And really, it wasn't. He still had his mana power, and that was really what mattered. Getting everything else back was just a matter of patience and kicking ass.

But damn it, he really freaking missed arms!

So today the sensorium held not a book in the arms of a vapidly cheerful minion, but a tall demon with literal fire for hair and swirling mana around his legs, examining his hands as he slowly flexed them.

"Hmph. Not as good as the original... but, better than I had hoped," he said out loud.

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A low whistle let him know he was busted.

"So this is what you're always going on about?" Ruffnut approached, as always flanked unwillingly by the imaginary Tuffnut.

Reflexively, he looked around for Hit Girl; the two were rarely separate, it seems.

"No," he said with a sort of 'duh' tone. "This is a pale imitation of my full glory!"

"Maybe he ought to get some more sun." Tuff snorted and Ruff rolled her eyes. "No I'm serious! How does a guy with fire for hair not have darker skin?"

Ruff didn't silence him she just ignored him pacing around Zetta looking him up and down. "So what took you so long to try this?"

Zetta shook his head. "It's not my real body. It's just an illusion. It doesn't feel quite the same, it isn't as powerful. It's fake. And getting my real body back is what matters."

Even Ruff understood that and nodded, "Well I can see why you want it back. Thumbs are awesome." She brought up both arms and wiggled her thumbs.

"Yeah, lots of things are awesome," he said, looking down at his body with a slight smile. "Even I can get tired of being a book."

"What do you miss the most?"

Zetta thought for a moment, then with a grin held out a hand and imagined a sword into it. A typically oversized affair, that didn't look like it could even be swung, let alone be useful in a fight.

"Fighting."

"I hear that. Fighting is awesome."

Hello, here's Hit Girl, dropping by. She still has two black eyes and is walking with a little bit of a limp, but is otherwise fine.

Ruff grinned and Tuff moaned moving farther away. He didn't like Mindy, she usually meant that he was going to be leaving soon.

"You like fighting too much." She teased, "If you fight now you'll just mess yourself up worse hero!"

He knew where one of the girls went, the other wouldn't be far behind.

"Want to try it?"

"If you can heal me up," Hit Girl said. "Still a little tender."

She turned to Tuffnut. "Hey Tuff, your testicular fortitude is showing!"

She knew he had no idea what she was saying. That was the best part.

Tuffnut tried to respond but got caught up in trying to figure out what those words were. Ruffnut just laughed even though she didn't have a damn clue what Mindy said either.

"Think you're so smart just cuz you know big words. Just wait till I pod pop twerp!"

"Oh shut up." Ruff barked at him and turned to face the overlord cracking her knuckles "Too bad we can't actually get hurt in here."

"Not fighting!" Zetta said. "You're ten thousand years at least from taking me on. I meant being a demon. Since you guys seemed interested."

"Oh really?" She said, intrigued. She was already a little bitter abut being human right now. "Show us."

"Yeah bring it on!" Ruffnut cheered and just to get herself fired up she lashed out with some lightning letting it explode from her feet in a burst making a very flashy light display.

Ronnae walked into the room eying curiously. "Hey Zetta, what... What are you doing? I thought you said you didn't like doing this sort of stuff?"

She looked him up and down raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I don't," Zetta said, still flexing his hands with the same sort of masochistic determination of a person who keeps prodding an aching tooth with his tongue, as if it somehow won't hurt this time. "But you try being a book for months and see how much you miss limbs."

"Heh. Still feisty." His grin was just a shade more overtly fond than he really would have let on. He was out of practice with a face that wasn't part of a book.

He absently waved a hand in their direction, envisioning the change for them so the sensorium could process it.

Externally, the changes were dramatically mild. Short claws instead of fingernails, pointed ears, fangs. Beyond that, the two wouldn't look any different at all.

But internally, demons were stronger, tougher, and faster than humans as a rule. More importantly, they had a natural facility with mana that humans had to struggle to learn. So with this transformation came that sense of internal power as well.

For a moment, Hit girl didn't feel anything. The that change came over her, and she suddenly felt as if she were more aware of everything. All around her, she could feel that growing power, like a kind of current in the air right before lightning hit. She could feel the difference in her, and it barely took much thought, she ran. She leapt high in the air, and a moment later, there was a skyscraper with glass windows, and she was breaking through, starting to take the building apart all her own. If there was a place she wouldn't mind letting loose as a demon, it was here in this sort of building, a celebration of false human accomplishment.

The pain was gone, the fatigue a memory. This was a celebration of that, the knowledge that her training and her pains would not be in vain. For this moment, she felt she had learned something from all that had happened. Kain had come at her, had almost killed her, but she was still alive, She had survived really getting her ass kicked and she was still here. If she wanted to have this power, this strength, it would happen so long as she held to the truth: she COULD do this, she could transcend, but she must work had toward it. It was why she brushed her pain away even after that encounter with Kain.

She turned to Ruffnut and there was noticeable difference in her: the hair was now a deep red, her eyes containing a kind of fire in the right light, and she wore her fangs well. Then she relaxed, and turned to Ruffnut.

"I LIKE it."

Edited 2011-03-30 21:01 (UTC)

Ruffnut's eyes were wide having watched the display, then she smiled a wicked cruel smile and a huge green beast that could only be described as a troll landed with a thud behind Mindy.

Funny his face looked alot like Tuffnut...

With a spine chilling Roar Ruffnut sprang over Mindy and tore into the troll like some kind of animal using her claws which burst with lightning at each strike.

The Troll was dead in minutes, but those minutes were painful and violent.

Of coarse this was all what Ruff imagined she'd be able to do with strength like this. Actual side effects may vary. But her eyes were blazing with energy and excitement. She imagined she could even beat Stoik like she was right now.

Her hair had gone from blond to white like her lightning and her slender body was muscular and moved with the grace of a cat. "So all we gotta do is make a wish and when we die this happens?"

"No, I understand. I... I'd hate not having them." She indeed would, not because she was needy, but because she wouldn't be able to do any of the things that brought her the small bouts of joy. Her art, her music, tinkering in engineering. She would definitely be devastated.

She moved closer to Zetta, studying him. It took a few moments of eying him over before she stood in front of him, looking up at his face with her usual caring innocent face. And then she hugged him.

"Your hair is on fire. Funny. I wouldn't have known that from the statue." Thank whatever for them in any case, or else Lash would have had no idea who that was. "I guess that's almost cool, in a way."

Hey look, that was almost a compliment!

"So, you got tired of being a giant book or what?"

...And back to square one.

Edited 2011-03-30 22:46 (UTC)

Gandrayda was very rarely seen in the sensoriums. A shapeshifter didn't have much use for the place; her world was already space and Stacy's ship was simply a change of scenery. Besides, knowing you'd end up dead sooner or later meant she'd just take everything in stride.

But perhaps a little bit of training couldn't hurt. She could use the practice and besides, she was bored. Boredom and Gandrayda never got along together well. Actually they never got along at all.

Oh but who was this tall and handsome fellow? Why, he wasn't bad looking at all. And so one(1) purple see-thought shapeshifter (http://shapeshiftqueen.livejournal.com/profile)walked up to the man and giggled.

"Well hello. I don't think we've met before."

Not bad. Not bad at all. The two of them were high-enough level now that your average demon would find them formidable separately, if they got into a fight with one.

"Oh, you'll probably end up in the Netherworld when you die anyway." They'd apprenticed themselves to HIM, after all, that was a pretty big black mark on the negative side of karma. "But if you wished to be reincarnated, it'd basically kill you right then, and put your soul in a demon body."

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>_>;;; T-tiny post.

I've seen smaller!

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a million edits gdit

Here I'll throw in a two for one.

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