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It's the only way to be sure [Open]

So many people had recommended the Media Library to Soren that it ended up being one of the first locations on-ship that he paid a visit to. As promised, there was plenty of information to be found in convenient, electronic format.

Convenient for everyone who wasn't essentially from a medieval time period and thus had no framework for understanding computers, let along databases.

Losing patience, Soren began mashing the controls on some kind of instrument panel, and was rewarded with a moving picture featuring humans being menaced by floating tin plates, a woman singing about less-than-optimal romantic encounters, and some sort of storybook featuring a blue-skinned 'space explorer' and his evil nemesis (both with rather improbable hair).

"Infernal machine," he hissed, hitting the table with one small, bony magefist. "I'll show you a bad romance."

As far as he was concerned, the future should be destroyed. With fire.

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Pram stared down at the piece of technology that had been blasting music a few moments ago as she listened to the human talk, not being able to help but feel a tad amused by the man's reaction rather than what was being presented on the device.

"Honestly, I could care less about how humans go about with trying to make their language colorful." She replied, not bothering to define the vocabularies being questioned. "And if this is entertaining to them, then it's a world not worth saving."

Not that she was even planning to save such world from the beginning. She was a demon overlord, after all; she didn't do this hero business.

"Hmph. 'Colorful', is it? More like incomprehensible."

Soren shot Pram a suspicious glance ~~although almost all his glances were suspicious~~. "And what, exactly, would you be?" If the answer was 'god of destruction', he was really not in the mood.

Again with the suspicious look. What, did she look like she was going to steal his things? She couldn't help but give a small frustrated sigh as she heard the question; but of course, this place was a collection of remainders from billions of worlds that existed, it couldn't be helped if there were some who didn't know about her.

"I'm a demon, can't you tell from my ears and wings?" She said as she brushed her hair away from her face. "Not just any demon, I'm an overlord."

~~There was someone she knew of who had the title God of Destruction, though.~~

"A demon?" Soren snorted. "Interesting choice of clothes. Aren't you supposed to be large and menacing? Are those things on your head supposed to be cat ears, or devil horns?"

Pram get a disgusted look on her face in response. "That's a general appearance of low-ranking demons. Large and menacing? That's just for show. No mana power, no brain power, just there to serve others. And these," she pointed up at the things on her head, "they're demon cat ear horns."

"Demon cat ear horns." Yes, why choose when you could have both?

"Am I to understand, then, that you are a high-ranking demon?" Stiiiill kind of skeptical.

Netherworlds had everything, from magic to machines!

"The highest ranking, duh!" Pram answered as she placed her hands on her hips, a bit frustrated. "An overlord rules the Netherworld! They own it and orders all other demons within it as they please!"

"Ah. And where are these other demons? Did you bring them with you?" Pram really didn't seem much like Soren's conception of what a demon would be like. After all, why would a Demonic Overlord be called upon to save worlds? And why would their own world have been destroyed, if they were indeed so powerful?

"...No, unfortunately." Pram replied after a bit of a pause, a small irritated frown on her face as she drifted slightly away from the other. "Of course, that would be the easiest way to prove that I'm an overlord, by summoning some of my servants..."

With her netherworld gone, though, that was an impossible thing to do, no matter how strong she was. If it weren't for bad timing on whoever had tried to summon her into their world, her netherworld and the other world she was supposed to appear in may not have been destroyed.

"Stupid bad timing..." She mumbled.

"I see. So, what are you planning to do without them? I hope you weren't accustomed to having them cook and clean for you."

Because he was pretty sure no one was going to do that here.

"I'm sure things will work out. I know it will." Pram replied, brushing her hair away. She wasn't sure how it was going to work out, truthfully speaking, but she wasn't going to up and say her honest feelings to a complete stranger. Demons never show their weakness.

"Hmm. I'm sure they will. In any case, it appears that most of the food available is in the form of that disgusting paste."

Soren didn't have any such compunctions about showing his displeasure. Complaining was fun for all ages!

Oh, this was a little problematic. Pram stayed quiet while she listened, pretty worried in the inside. She would have to do something about having access to food in good form instead of paste... Things definitely would have been a lot easier if she still had access to the Sacred Tome. She shook her head and gave a sign of disappointment.

"Hmph. No way I'm eating something disgusting like that." At least to figure out a way to get some of her servants back to make things easier around the place, otherwise she would be the one whining and complaining later. "I suppose I'll have to move quickly then."

Food and finding a way to bring back, even temporarily, her servants to do her bidding was more important than getting more useful information about what other kinds of people were aboard this ship...

Who said overlords were all smarter than normal demons?

If only Soren were a little less new to the ship, he could probably have told her a little about that Sacred Tome. As it was, he simply raised an eyebrow at her.

"Move quickly? Can't you simply conjure up something to eat and drink?"

She already had an idea from when she was talking to a girl, so it was only a matter of time until she learns of the Sacred Tome's whereabouts. At the moment though, she was a bit busy trying to cover up her minor slip up...

"I can! In normal circumstances..." She snapped in reply. "This ship's a little weird, they did something to me while I was stuck in those gross pods and I can't...use my magic well... yet! I just need to get used to this place and I can conjure whatever I want!"

Soren raised an eyebrow at her. "Hmm. Mine seems to be working just fine. But if you're having trouble, why not visit the Magical Department? I understand there may be someone able to help you there."

He'd offer, but he wasn't actually that helpful. Besides, he didn't know much about demon magic. He was an Archsage!

If only she actually realized it wasn't the ship's fault...

"I'm sure whatever that's messing with my mana power will wear off." She replied as she waved her hand, as if to brush the topic away. "Anyways, enough about me. What exactly were you searching for before you got frustrated with stupid music?"

Soren blinked once at the sudden change of subject. "Reference material. In my world, things like this--" He made a sweeping gesture at the room, the ship, the music.

"Don't exist. And if we're going to be winning a war, I'd like to know a little more about the technology we'll be using to do so."

"Hm," Pram responded as she floated over to the device. So this kid was from a fantasy-like world where they didn't have guns. Or anything machine-like. ~~Or a device that would let the user skip all the way to the boss's room.~~

"It's only a matter of pressing the right combination of buttons." She replied as she looked down at the commands. "There's always a 'tutorial,' or a 'help' option for almost everything."

She wasn't going to start pressing on the buttons for the other, though. She wasn't that nice.

"A help option?" Soren looked dubiously down at the panel. "Well, in any case, it seems to have stopped."

Since it wasn't blaring music any more, he was perfectly content just leaving the open files there for someone else to deal with.

Stupid piece of junk.

Oh, he wasn't going to go back to messing around with the device anymore? No fun. Pram gave a small sigh; not much poking could be done when she barely knew the other. She did agree with the young man, about knowing how things worked and so forth, though. Without information, she wouldn't be able to move around like she wanted.

She glanced over at the device before inputting the command to replay the song. It was probably on purpose...

"Woops! Teehee."

That was Soren's cue to duck out as fast as possible. Pram had set it off again! This time it wasn't his fault! Blame it on her!

"Well, if you'll excuse me," Soren said, gathering up his books, "I do believe I should be going."

Pram watched the other pick up his things rather hastily.

"Oh really? What a shame." She said with a small frown. "And I was just getting comfortable talking to you, too."

She wasn't going to stop the other, though. She turned to the device and started pressing a few commands to try out what sort of information she could find while she let the obnoxious music blast away.

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I am so sorry for such a late tag orz

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