trans_9 | In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

"Why are you even arguing about that point and ignoring the fact you keep turning up unconscious?!" Yeah seriously Zetta, when Lash pointed this out to you, of all people.

"Last time I was in space! I think it's fully sensible for that to have happened! Space is-- space is boring!" Zetta insisted.

Well step one in admitting that at least Zetta knew he was falling unconscious. Sort off.

"What? No! it's got stars and planets and supernovas! How can space be boring?" Lash had wanted to see space for most of her young life Zetta. This was like someone saying trips to the moon were boring.

"So why did you fall unconscious now? Got bored of eating food?"

"Because those things are really far apart, Lash! MOST of space is just freaking empty! Especially everything we were going past at the time!"

Zetta was starting to lose his head of righteous steam, just because, well, as entertaining as arguing with Lash was -- and it WAS entertaining, because she was just a human girl but she never treated him with any fear or even much respect for his position... well, after a certain amount he kinda wanted to not argue with her any more. Go figure.

"You have to admit the food here IS that boring."

Yeah that's right Zetta. Lash had no respect for your position at all.

"Well, you are talking to the girl who lived with food packets for most of her life," she reminded him. "But at least we've got the sensoriums, right?" In other words, why were you eating here alone in the first place dude. A book eating gloop by himself. Why did that sound so sad in her head...

"That way you can eat something that you think tastes better and make things explode as well." Also, you get hands.

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"It's still fake, you know? Even if you think it tastes good." Don't be sad for the Overlord, Lash! Just because he'd lost everything but his life, including his body and his ability to affect anything meaningfully, didn't mean he had felt sorry for himself. Maybe a few moments at the beginning, when the realization hit. Maybe then. But not once since.

You can't stop her, Zetta. Not that she'd ever tell you anyway, so it's all safe for everyone involved!

"Hey it's still better than anything I ever tasted," Lash replied. "Sides, we sorta get that from the packages we stole on Galilee and whenever we do a shore leave." Although randomly...so how does a book process food anyway?"

Answer: who the hell knows?

"Yeah, I could kinda do with some real food next time I eat," the book grumbled. "Even if it is crap and not real like actual food."

"Yeah let's do that!" Let's. Let us. "It way more fun than mopping around the mess hall anyway."

This was totally not a date, shut up.

"ANYthing is more fun than the mess hall!" Zetta shot a dirty look back at the room which had so offended him by providing nutrition for the crew.

"Exactly. I mean, the food's alright and eating your own plate is cool, but nothing exciting happens in here!" HOW DARE THAT ROOM PROVIDE FOOD etc.

"Well, let's go to the Sensoriums and have some fun that is better than anything the mess hall could ever provide!" Zetta said, smirking.

Then he frowned. "On second thought, we could do that by sitting in the Sensorium doing nothing at all and holding very still. So, uh, let's go grab one and have some fun that's worth having, instead."

"Well I wouldn't get into a Sensorium just to do nothing anyway," Lash replied giggling. "You mind sending a minion to watch over Dog's coco-chrysalis? I'd rather know if he breaks out into a gigantic monster and start ripping people's throats." She said it in a tone that indicated she was prepared for such an occasion.

Without waiting for his confirmation, she was already making her way there.

"I think you'd hear about it one way or the other if it did, but sure." The leader minion crashed to the ground next to Zetta, then scooped up the book to hustle up to Lash.

"Oh well I just want to be there when he bursts out or fast enough. Hopefully he'd recognize me and uh...not want to eat me or something," she explained with a shrug.

Thankfully, Lash hadn't come in just by foot and a few (or at least they assumed) minutes later, the both of them were inside one of the Sensoriums. Now it was just a question of...

"What should we do?"

"Oh, so then he'll only eat who you want him to, huh?" Zetta said with a grin.

The book took a moment to summon its assumed body once they got into the Sensorium. He was starting to become aware of the possibility that he might be becoming too reliant on the Sensorium to provide him a body.

"Get naked, go crazy?" he suggested, not exactly expecting her to accede.

She should have expected that one, and gave him a tiny push on the ribs. The fact she wasn't outright ignoring it or being quiet at least said...something. Something or another. Not caring, etc etc etc.

"I'm already crazy." But not naked. Oh well, you had one of the two out of there, Zetta. "IT has been a while since we had a battle." Well, since Hawke had interrupted their last one. "We could train a bit. Unless you're afraid of losing to me."

"Train, huh?"

The Sensorium abruptly took a form. The pair of them stood in a railyard in the midst of a knot of tracks, junctions, and signal lights. Behind Zetta, an old-fashioned steam locomotive; behind Lash, a modern bullet train.

"....What."

Well that was uh....uh....unexpected?

"These tracks look even more a nightmare than the ones in the city." Lash hadn't seen that many trains in her life. Wars world had pipe runners, but that was about it and involved things being shot.

Zetta took a couple of steps back, then grabbed the middle car of the train behind him. He hefted the entire train off the track, despite the fact that the car couplers were in no way strong enough to endure the weight as the LEAST of the physical problems with the action, then whirled it around his body dramatically like a pair of nunchuks.

"You wanted it!" he said with a grin.

She'd seen some silly things in her life. Somehow this was right up there on the top three. Lash could only stare for a few confused seconds before bursting out laughing at the sheer lunacy of it all.

"Tee hee hee! I don't think I can do that! You win!" Well that had been the shortest battle ever.

"It's the Sensorium, of course you can. But I CAN do it in reality," Zetta said, grinning even more broadly. Seeing her laugh made him happy in ways he absolutely refused to acknowledge.

He tossed the train aside, then from nowhere produced a pair of nunchuks, which he spun around his body just as he had the train (if it caused physics to cry slightly less).

"Touché," she replied, acknowledging that this was true. Somehow she didn't feel like using the train as nunchucks was something her brain wanted her to do, however. Instead, she put on her morphers raising her arms...

And took out her spear, only for it to break into a sort of nine piece iron...whip....thing. Whatever. In response to his spinning, she did her own spinning. It was one hand, but it totally looked cool, okay.

"That's a weapon that comes with the costume, right?" Zetta asked. "I get the impression that you didn't do a lot of work with melee weapons before you got on that team."

Giant death rays were NOT the general province of people who liked to get up close and personal, and he should know.

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