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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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"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.

It may have been a really "nice" surprise for the younger overlord if she didn't float all the time. She almost ran into a chair when the tank stopped, though.

"Ugh..." It felt pretty stupid.

Zetta got a good cheap laugh out of that anyway. She would've done the same if their positions had been reversed though!

"All right! Everyone out!" he said gleefully, his minion practically kicking open the hatch in a hurry to see this awesome match. Oh man, death ray to Pram's face, this was gonna be freakin' sweet.

For someone about to go fighting with a demon, Lash was certainly taking it in stride too, running into the sensoriums with a grin on her lips, and practically hopping there with her movement.

"Let's go, let's go!" Her head was already getting filled up with all sorts of ideas on how she could fight this. Pram was going to get the best of what the wunderkind could offer. After a quick check, she found an empty sensorium.

"Get in here! No one's there!"

Pram was definitely underestimating the wunderkind. What could this skinny little girl with a huge exploded hair do? But she knew there had to be something that got Zetta's attention. If she weren't strong, why would he even associate with her?

She silently followed after the girl, hand to her chin as she thought over this. Curious...

If anything, this fight would show her what kind of powers this girl has.

"Well? What are we waiting for?" She asked, putting her hands to her hips.

It isn't as if she hadn't fought with a demon once or twice before, after all!

The book's minion followed, tome in hands. Zetta was already visibly gleeful.

"Give her the full treatment, Lash!"

"Oh don't worry about that," she replied with a grin, opening the door and going in first.

By the time the other two were arriving (so just a few seconds), Lash had already been preparing the place, turning into a maze of trees, broken metal machines that certainly did look like it would hurt if you landed on them, pits, and a whole bunch of remote controlled mines.

She was stroking her chin, thinking if she should really put in that giant death ray or not, but maybe she should let Pram pick a few things as well. If only so that when she'd be defeated, she couldn't claim it was because of the territory.

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