Calling for a Council?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Feet propped on a table, leaning back in a rather comfy chair he'd stolen out of Engineering, Zetta absently flipped through the large packet in which he'd compiled his many proposals as he waited for the rest of the Council to arrive.

As he reached the last page in the packet, he snickered. "'Alexander, God of Destructions, smells.' That never gets old!" Not that he actually expected that particular proposal to be passed. It was just bargaining leverage, something that could easily be cut as a concession to get some of the rest of the stuff past the peaceniks and love-and-rainbows crowd.

"I feel like I should have a nameplate," he said, looking down at the table.

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[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

Dhianeila got places quickly seeing as she tended to do her wandering of the ship through her projection. At least when she knew she'd be going through or around a number of people. Thankfully there were crewmembers who knew of and kept their distance around her when she indeed did move in the flesh. But because she only requested that of people was why she more seen in this form than not. She didn't dare ask anybody to play the part of one of her Lotus Squadron girls. Aneasha, Tail and Mail had all devoted themselves to being her guardians - staying by her physical form, on their own accords. She missed the three of them dearly.

But the strangest feeling came over her when she entered. She felt Zetta there - prepared to greet him as they waited for the others to show up, but when she caught a glimpse of him ... sure she could feel it was him, but his changed form still caused a bit of surprise for her. "Ah...?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Oh hey, peace-girl. Zetta, in far too good of a mood to be bothered by her, tossed off a wave, though he didn't look up from his reading.

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

Matt entered several minutes later, looking better than he had before. The additions of some of Aqua's pieces of armor still was on his frame, but he looked considerably refreshed, his long break from Chairman had done him some good.

He gave Dhianeila a nod as well as a blink towards Zetta. Since when did he manage to get his physical form back? He supposed someone wished him back to normal.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Matt gets a smug grin. "I need a nameplate. Something awesome, preferably in neon. Maybe with an animation."

[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

"How did that happen?" Dhianeila asked, staring at him. Compared to the book-form, he really did look different. And yet ... somehow one could compare the book form to him quite well.

[governorkang]

Okay, what in the Abyss was going on? This person somewhat looked like Zetta, but they weren't... a book anymore. Kang looked over at Matt and Dhianeila with a confused expression, waiting for the demon's answer.

[itsaboutaction.livejournal.com]

"I hope I'm not late, everyone." a voice echoed out.

Joining the group was Superman, but like Zetta, he was different.

Completely different. (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061127152311/marvel_dc/images/5/53/SupermanBlue01.jpg)

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Of course, Zetta had no idea that Dhianeila had noticed him not being a book, so he thought her question was directed to the only thing he'd said out loud that far. "Just occurred to me," he said, a bit puzzled.

Then he noticed Superman. "Was there an accident at the paint factory, or are you just really depressed?"

[on_errantry]

Rhiow trotted into the room - she had to leap on top of the nearest table, which just so happened to be Zetta's. She kept to the edge of it, so as not to crowd his space, and eyed him. "When did that happen?" she asked him.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"I just said, it just occurred to me," Zetta said, plainly confused. Someone really needs to get him into the context of this conversation, because frankly, he's really not bothered by this not-a-book thing.

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

A cup of tea seemed to hover into the room, carefully jumping up and onto the table before it set itself down and the Prince appeared from underneath it. A memo pad and crayon were strapped to his back, and he set them out on the table and had a seat on the tabletop, all ready for the meeting.

"We are present for the meeting!" echoed the tiny voice from his necklace.