In Which Teen Zetta Cruises For Chicks [Open. I am sorry.]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Sunglasses on.

Engine roaring.

Music blaring.

Accelerator depressed, gears engaged, and he was off.

The 2023 Ferrari Infinity streaked like a bullet through the City, down corridors, across the obs deck, anywhere it could reach, a black blur to those with slow vision, accented by a red streak where the flames of the Overlord's hair trailed far behind the convertible in wind-tossed delight. A smug grin on his face, left elbow propped firmly on the door, the Overlord did what any teen demon -- or, demon de-aged to about 1700 or so -- would do.

He was cruising for chicks.

Ladies, look out; Teen Zetta is looking for you.

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[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Well...technically Ruffnut was physically a lady.

She happened to be sitting by a crackling fire she had started in a trash can in the city and munching on a large hunk of meat on a bone. She didn't know what kind of meat it was but it was tasty.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

SCREEEEEEECH! (No. Zetta does not know how to stop a car sanely, and that is a willful choice.)

"Heeeeeeeeeey, Ruffnut."

The Overlord hadn't changed all that extremely; same basic build, same fiery hair, same cocky expression. But look at the maturity of his face or even his basic posture, and there was no evidence that he was anything other than a 17(00)-year-old.

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

"Mpf." She greeted him, cheeks bulging with meat, a shine of grease on her lips, waving her hunk of whatever it was and looking over his weird vehicle.

Yep, just another day of insanity surrounded by things she didn't understand. Business as usual.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Wanna go for a ride?" That sly tone of voice ought to be recognizable to anyone... except, bizarrely, almost all of the girls Zetta knew. What was up with that anyway?

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruff shrugged and unsafely left her fire blazing away as she got up and trotted over to the machine prodding it with a foot and swallowing.

"What is this thing?" She asked and then proceeded to climb in without getting an answer. It was Zetta after all so it was probably dangerous and fun.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

He might be going to fast to notice, but further into the city in the more unexplored areas, the smell of aerosol paint was heavy in the air, and down one of the alleyways there's a familiar figure spraying one of the large unused walls of a building.

Ronnae had been left to fester in her thoughts after her encounter with Lash and she didn't know how to react other than lose herself in her art. As such, she found herself making graffiti on the walls... From melancholy art, to darker themes... something about her also seemed darker, more depressed, something from her past.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

SCREEEEEEEEEECH!

The car wouldn't fit down that alleyway, but that was no burden to Zetta! The badass teenaged Overlord spun the car to a sideslipping halt, vaulting out of it through who knows how many midair flips before landing lightly about a dozen feet away from her.

"Heeeeeeeey, Ronnae," he drawled.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae didn't flinch from the sudden sound or appearance but she did turn her gaze to the Overlord.

"Hey Zetta." she said simply, eying him curiously as she held the can in front of the wall without moving it.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

He took a few steps forward, then leaned against the wall with a cocky grin. "How are things in Sexy Girl Town?"

[thewunderkind]

Lash could swear she was slowly loosing her mind.

Except it wasn't a hunch, it really was happening.

She had taken to writing her last memory before retiring to bed each day. The truth was there in black and white each morning; she had been loosing a bit of her memory each day. Damn. Faced with the solid evidence of her own handwriting, there was no real room for argument.

She needed to put her mind on other things. Building objects, no matter how big, small or silly, had always been very therapeutic for her as was the sound of dead bodies exploding but she couldn't have that here. Since the visit to the merchant planet, she had amassed a surprising amount of tools, and was now going around the city's numerous empty buildings to see if she could find a few piece of metal or objects she could mold into other things. What things, she wasn't sure, but as long as she was doing something, it wouldn't matter.

She was so concentrated in her work, that she barely heard the music approaching.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Hear this, Lash:

SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Losing 33300 years had made the Overlord a less subtle driver somehow. The car skidded to a halt not far from her as she came out of a building, with the Overlord's broad grin and much-too-young gaze landing on her.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Lash."

[thewunderkind]

What the heck-

She stood for a second looking at the car stopping just a few feet from where she was standing, holding a particular long piece of metal pipe, before her gaze turn to its driver. Damn, that music was loud, but at least it wasn't that dumb song from a while ago.

"Word up?" Pause. She'd been caught up in the song. "I mean hey." Lash squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. "Wait. You're looking younger." Pause. Stare. "...a lot younger then a few days ago."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"And you're looking as good as ever," he said with a little bit of a growl in his voice. "Wanna go for a ride?"

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Kaya was still not quite over her fear about cars, and the moments he heard that noise she was on the defensive, water out, ready to go head to head with the metal monster approaching.

And than she saw who was driving the thing.

"Oh, hey Overlord Zetta!" She greeted him. "What are you up to?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

The car screeched to a halt probably too close to her for comfort, the Overlord's lazy, wicked grin bright as he eyed her. "Heeeeeeeey, Kaya. You're looking every bit the Dimensional Guide to the Land of Sexy today."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Ok, of all the things that the overlord was bound to say (and had said, really) that was just about the last thing she expected to come out of his mouth. In fact, she actually reddened a little: she had seen the Overlord minus his book self, but not quite in this fashion.

"W-what are you on? Where did you get the car?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"XaXing, of course. Pretty sweet, huh? Wanna go for a ride? Or.... two?"

Was it possible that Zetta was LESS subtle as a teenager?

[starbolts]

If Starfire had been silent recently, it was because she was busy preparing for the worst. The notice of her fellow crew members becoming younger brought out her maternal instinct in force. She would help and protect them however she could, but she was going to need supplies to do it.

She zoomed back and forth across the ship, eventually encountering the blaring music when she paused to take inventory of her pillows in one of the wider hallways.

"...Do you require every decibel?" Whoever he was. She didn't recognize the Overlord under all that blur.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

The car whipped on past, screeching into a violent skid as Zetta spun it around half a dozen times before it finally stopped. Before it even lost all its momentum, the badass teenage Overlord leaped out of it, turning several flips in midair to land right next to her. Then he leaned on the wall nearby confidently.

"Heeeeeeeey, Starfire," he drawled. "You're looking hot as ever."

[starbolts]

Oh, so it was Zetta! Starfire brightened at the sound of his voice, glad to see him so healthy...and so free of his book...and...wait, was he deaging as well? That was a bad sign.

"And you appear to be in perfect health," Starfire agreed, shunting her concerns aside for the moment. It was best to tread with caution when he was in a good mood. "Are you enjoying your newfound mobility?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Damn straight I am," he said, leering at her overtly with raised eyebrows. "Wanna help?"

Run, Starfire!

[everdistant_utopia]

It certainly wasn't the Mercedes-Benz 300SL Coupe that her Master had brought with them from Germany, and that Irisviel had driven like a maniac. She had certainly understood the homunculus's exuberance, however, once she herself had driven it; the car had been quite pleasurable to drive and yes, it did indeed go 'pretty fast'. As impossible as it would have otherwise been for someone from her native era to operate a modern vehicle, what would have otherwise not been possible was made possible through her skill in Riding as a Saber-class Servant. For all intents and purposes, it had a saddle to sit in and a bridle to grasp. Controlling it had not proven difficult at all.

Alert sea-green eyes tracked the Ferrari's movement effortlessly -- another special ability of the beings once called Servants -- as her curiosity was piqued. It was an interesting machine, she had to admit.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

An interesting machine that was coming right for her! Till the Overlord slammed it into a screeching skidding brake that slid it past just a couple of feet away.

The Overlord looked at her over the door, eyebrows raised. "Heeeeey there," he drawled.

[everdistant_utopia]

Saber did not so much as flinch as the car barrelled down on her position; being what was in essence a ghost in a transient body, it probably posed no direct danger to her. Moreover, her Instinct skill would have alerted her to any danger.

But what was likely even more bizarre was her reaction... or seeming lack thereof. "Greetings," she replied with an even, neutral tone, completely missing the inflection of Zetta's.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Wanna go for a ride?" Quick and to the point, is the Overlord.