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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[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.