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There's A New Overlord in Town [Open]

Pram had been very quiet for a while. She was one of the more quiet overlords as far as she knew, but she always made sure she made her appearances whenever she needed attention. She had her reasons for keeping quiet for the last month or so.

It didn't take long for her to find out Zetta was on board this ship. A brief moment of relief and happiness swept through the young overlord's mind when she found out, although it was immediately replaced with her usual mischievous personality to start plotting how to mess with her favorite 'plaything.' Never mind her worries of getting by the days without decent food or place for herself, she could just take over Zetta's place. Since he had been on this ship for a while, he's bound to have a castle of his own, right?

And that was what she exactly did. To her luck Zetta seemed like he had left for elsewhere for a while. With the "Most Badass Freaking Overlord" gone from his castle, it didn't take much for the self-entitled Oracle to take over. ~~Really, all she did was just walk into the castle and sit down onto the throne.~~

So there she was, giggling to herself as she had one of Zetta's minions fan her while she continued to sit in the throne that was not her's. She was going to boast all she wanted about taking over Zetta's castle (while he was gone) as she had the other servants do a complete makeover of the castle and left the entrance open.

"Mwa ha ha ha ha...! Tee hee!"

[[OOC: It is a momentarily takeover of Zetta's castle with the mun's permission, and will end with Zetta getting his castle back. I do know the Cloneplot is still going on due to LJ being a butt, so I will say it is bendytimed to after the plot is over just in case. Feel free to have your muses come in and chat with this lolita Overlord?]]

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Oh. Crap. The first thing Zetta blurts out was that.

"Sh...Shut up!" She yelled back, though her voice could be nowhere as loud as the book's. "It's none of your business! I'm still strong enough to destroy this place!!"

Sorry Lash, you may not want to touch those video games that Pram went through just moments before you arrived...

Well, yeah. To see ~~the Overlord most likely to be a direct threat to him someday~~ Pram so diminished actually alarmed him, if only due to the worry that something might affect his OWN mana like that.

"When did you get here anyway? I could've used your help months ago, and now that I'm doing just fine you show up and screw with my castle? HEY YOU GUYS!" Zetta bellowed at his minions.

The semi-loyal battle monkeys who had so willingly joined Pram's cause paused in their monkey business to look at the book. "Undo all this crap!" he demanded.

Oh good, the game she wanted to play was already in the console. Lash booted it up and then the credits started.

Wait a minute...

As she pressed the main menu, the option to start a new game was there. And nothing else.

Slowly, she got up. The rage in her eyes was intense, and she pointed at Pram with an accusing finger.

"SHE WIPED ALL OF THE HIGH SCORES AND SAVED GAMES!" Because clearly this was very important. Hey she had spent more than a while playing that game, okay?

"Well, I was happily spending my days as an overlord in my Netherworld until some idiot tried to summon me and--" and then the girl with the afro-head started yelling. Yelling from both sides was not something she wanted.

"Would you shut up?! How do you know I was the one who erased the stupid game data?!" She snapped back, putting her hands on her hips as she twirled around to face Lash. "Just let me talk to Zetta here!"

Then she jabbed a finger at the minions who had stopped their work. "And you! Keep on working on that!!"

"Don't talk to Lash like that, she'll kick your ass," Zetta said, and he sincerely sounded like he was warning Pram, not boasting. "AND WHY THE HELL DID YOU WIPE MY SAVED GAMES?!"

Clearly Zetta had no doubt she was responsible.

"AND YOU!" the book bellowed at the minion. "DON'T WORK ON THAT!"

"What can a human girl do??" Pram demanded, "and what if one of your incompetent minions was the one who erased them! Seriously, getting so worked up over a stupid video game data..."

Where's the proof?

"Don't listen to him, you idiot! Finish that up!" Pram yelled back at the poor little minion.

"Kick your ass. Seriously, don't mess with Lash. Right now you're not strong enough to beat the worst she can throw at you."

And then veering right back from dark and ominous to comically enraged: "NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE DONE IT! MY minions have decent-enough TEC scores not to botch something like that! It was deliberate with a capital PRAM!"

"Lots of things much better than you, Princess Drake," Lash replied, unaware of how much that statement actually was truthful. But hey, you insulted her, she'd insult you back with what she knew would get your ried up. "Maybe you'd figure that out better after sparring match in the sensorium." and hey, if Zetta had that much confidence in her, it just made her even more eager for it.

She looked back at the game, still angered at the fact her high scores were now gone into the data graveyard. She took another game, and the same problem presented itself. "Minions don't delete each save games and high scores one by one too." That was proof enough for her. "Now I'm really mad!"

Ah well, she had her fun with the video games thing. She wasn't going to up and give the castle up now though.

"Well I guess it was my mistake. My hand just slipped." She said, admitting it. "...Tee hee!"

She was more interested in challenging against Lash, though. If Zetta was being so sincere about her strength, she wasn't going to let this chance of fighting against the other.

"But yes, a fight. I am all up for it." Even with the loss of her Mana Power, she was still confident in herself, completely ignoring the 'Princess Drake' joke. She may have fallen for it once, but she wasn't dumb enough to fall for it again. "I'm actually really interested in just how strong you are."

"All right! Fine!" Zetta said with a wicked grin. "We're going to the Sensoriums then! Follow me, Pram!"

The leader-minion turned and marched smartly out of the fortress towards the lifts, book still held high.

It was a good thing Lash didn't mind having the spotlight on her. She looked at Pram with a grin.

"Well if you like to loose, today is your lucky day, tee hee hee!"

"You certainly talk big for such a small human." Pram replied, following after the obnoxious book. "And if you can beat me, then I'll become one of your followers. How about that?"

"I'd be careful about that kind of big talk, Pram," Zetta said with a smirk. "You haven't even met my disciples yet."

Yes, Zetta had taken disciples. Plural.

"Sure! Why not!" Lash stretched her arms and use that movement to sneak close to the book.

"What happens if she becomes my follower?" she whispered, keeping up the pace with the minion holding him. "Is it like if I recruited someone into my army or what?"

She was only asking considering how vague demonic rules could sometimes be and everything.

"It means I would end up being a lot lower in the ranks than Zetta." Pram butted in, her frown pasted on her face, not liking how Lash was trying to be quiet. ~~She didn't have four ears just for show, you know.~~ "But that's if you beat me. You should know how we demons work."

"You could make her carry you around," Zetta said with a smirk. "Do your dirty work. And Pram, you already ARE way lower than me!"

He's glad to see Pram. So someone else can explain how demons and ESPECIALLY Overlords don't do friendship and all that crap.

"Oh so a buttmonkey. I like the sound of that, tee hee hee!" Maybe she could be like Flak...

There certainly were a lot of tee hee hees in the air.

"Hey, shouldn't we take the car?"

"I'm an overlord! You can't have anything higher than that!!" Pram snapped, wanting to smack that stupid books off of the minion's hands. Oh right, his self-proclaimed 'Most Badass Freaking Overlord' title...

"Sure you can, it's call 'this freaking sweet guy right here'," Zetta said. Then he looked at Lash for a moment.

He STILL wasn't sure he trusted her to drive the car.

"Uh. I guess."

Yessss, now where were the keys. She looked at Zetta and realized it was probably not on him anymore. And the castle was already a few minutes away from then and Lash realized she didn't feel like walking all the way back there. Besides, she had to get mentally prepared for this battle!

"Eh, actually maybe we can walk, or use my Neotank."

Hey if driving a car was bad, how about a four legged vehicle of doom with all three inside. Surely nothing bad could happen there, right?

"...Sure," Zetta said with reckless glee. "The Neotank sounds like a freaking sweet idea!"

Pram, you are not prepared.

"Tee hee hee! Okay, I parked it right over there!" she said, pointing to it.

Pram, you are really not prepared.

Edited 2011-08-04 03:55 (UTC)

"Whatever, can we just get going?" Pram replied with a frustrated sigh. No, no she wasn't prepared for the Neotank ride.

This is going to be the greatest thing ever.

Zetta's minion followed Lash to the Neotank, grinning with the same smug wickedness out the Overlord himself was exhibiting.

She let the both of them in, as Lash quickly let the minion holding on to Zetta to attach herself with the seatbelt.

"You might want to hold on to something, or use the seatbelt," Lash warned, but having a feeling that Pram wasn't the type who'd listen to her.

And too bad! Despite the lack of wheels, the Neotank stood up, and then bolted off towards the direction of the sensoriums, the four legs jumping from buildings to buildings, as the people inside were shaken about. This was definitely not a smooth ride. And it went on for quite a few minutes. Those unused to it (Pram) it might seem like even more.

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