trans_9 | In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

"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.

"Well yeah," she answered back, instantly stopping her spinning games, his guess being completely correct. "There was a bit of hand to hand combat and gun training but for the most part I stayed behind the lines, sending in our armies to do the dirty work. And we never used stuff like this!" She held the weapon-chain over her elbow.

"Not to mention, would you really bring swords and staffs to gun fights?" A small pause, as she realized that this happened here regularly. "...well uh from were I'm from anyway. Kanbei carried around his royal blade or whatever but otherwise no one walked around with one."

"Well, in the Netherworld, anything is pretty much equal to anything else in terms of sheer damage, provided you're using it right," Zetta said. He tossed aside the nunchucks, then produced from his cape a fishing pole. "It isn't so much the weapon as the power you have behind it. So you can use whatever you want, really."

She started at the fishing rod. Well she would have, if she didn't have a helmet--actually she took it off and tossed it aside, so he COULD see the staring. "Look, I can get that you can use anything to fight back, but a pole with a hook at the end?"

The sad thing was Lash had never seen a fishing pole before.

"Fear the power of the fishing pole!" Zetta brandished it at her like a fencing foil, although the way the tip wobbled it didn't exactly strike fear into anyone's hearts as a weapon. "The ultimate weapon of the Netherworld! Hyaaaa ha ha ha ha!"

"Oooh I'm so scared!" Lash replied in a mocking tone. "Besides, how would you catch a fish with that anyway? Are fish really that dumb enough to want to get their moths hooked in?"

Sometimes Lash was naive about the simplest things. Regardless, she stood there with a grin, assuming a blocking position, just in case.

"Uh, yeah? I mean, this one doesn't have bait, but fish are so stupid they'll bite at anything. They're not exactly Wunderkinds of the animal kingdom." Zetta hadn't attacked yet, apparently figuring this explanation was more important.

"Huh. We just blew up the fish for fun with a few torpedoes using the black submarines." Nice to know they were the Prinnies of the water-dwellers, in any case. "When I read about the beach stuff, I was pretty surprised some of you ate them on sticks, deep fried. So you use these to catch them then, one by one? Or are there better tools. Let nets! I bet there are nets."

Get power of deduction, Lash. Wait where they going to be fighting?

"Yeah, but that's more for deep-sea trawling. If you're in a lake or a river, a fishing pole is time-honored. Besides, nets can't do THIS!"

Zetta lifted the rod abruptly, then spun and with a flick of his wrist, cast the hook in the exact opposite direction of Lash. With the Overlord's strength and skill behind it, the hook sailed into the distance till it was long gone.

Lash would never expect it to go entirely around the world and hook her in the back, would she?

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