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In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

It's going to be one of those days.

In the hallway directly outside the mess hall lay a book. The bright red body and overall size clearly pointed to it being the Overlord, for those familiar with him, but his back cover was the one facing upwards. No sign of any minion around. None of the cursing, struggling, and flopping one would expect from Zetta in such an undignified posture.

Just a tome, lying flat on the ground, as if a crew member had simply discarded it thoughtlessly.

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"No f----" her voice quickly disappeared only to slowly build up again eight seconds later.

"----aaah!" Lash didn't see that worst for wear, apart from an amount of leaves, her hair a complete mess, a starfish and a monkey hanging on for dear life on her.

Zetta casually disengaged the hook with a flick of his wrist, slinging the pole confidently back over his shoulder. "So. Still gonna call it stupid, or should I demonstrate some OTHER techniques?"

"Well if they don't involve me getting flung around the world," she began, shaking the leaves out of her head, throwing the starfish at him and shooing the monkey away. "I wanna see what else can be done!"

This was Lash, after all.

"Hmph, you're gonna lose this training session without getting one attack him." Zetta grinned. Just like him -- or them -- to think of a training session in terms of winners and losers.

'No I won't!" She counter-argued, crossing her hands to explain. "Watching a demonstration is very different than actually fighting you. It's not like I can send out spies to see what you can do like I did back in Black Hole."

Not that she would, she was just trying to prove her point.

"No, I mean it, you only have so many hit points," Zetta said, a little flustered. "If I showed up with you at the med bay that would be awkward. People would ask weird questions."

"Aww come on, just bring in a healer or something!" He'd done that before, Lash couldn't see what Zetta could possibly due that would hurt her that much. "I'll use my Ranger powers and lower the damage or something?"

See? She was totally cheerful going right into the lion's mouth, so to speak.

Zetta just frowned at Lash.

"Look, if it's a sneak attack, that's hilarious, but if I'm just slapping you around without you fighting back, that's not fun at all!" Almost like he didn't want to hurt her (if it wasn't funny) blah blah feelings.

"Alright, alright!" she finally said with a grin, relenting. "I guess neither of us weren't fan of the no fun things, huh?" She tilted her head slightly. Now it was time to get serious...or at least somewhat. It was hard to tell when Lash was serious at all.

"Okay, you get to chose the battle stage this time."

BAM! No sooner had she said that then they were on a beach! But this wasn't like the beach they'd had fun on before -- this beach was about a 200x200 square, with empty space off of each side. It had several palm trees, coconuts, and ferns lying around. One of the palm trees had a giant sign over it that said KEY.

Tossing aside his fishing pole, Zetta yanked a sword out of nowhere, grinning. "Yeah. I prefer fun things. Though you really need a more fanservicey costume..."

Right to the point huh? Well two cane play that game. Lash jumped to the opposite section of the tiny beach tile, taking out a sword of her own before costume after costume after costume piled up on her so in the end she looked more like an overdressed sumo wrestler than anything else.

"Tee hee hee! Good enough for you?"

"That's not fanservice!" Zetta said, his voice going up a note or two in anger. "That's the opposite of fanservice! Why would you DO that?! Also, how are you not melting?"

It was a beach. Not exactly a cold environment.

"There's a cold suit inside of here," she replied. "If anything, I'm more comfortable and cool than if I hadn't been wearing much."

She swung her sword and...promptly fell over, her legs dangling in the air before she cheated and pushed herself back up thanks to the sensoriums.

"...yeah." Well that ruined her big badass moment. Not that being in such a huge suit was badass.

"...Can you even reach me with your weapon? Can you even swing it properly?"

The Overlord was really not impressed.

"Sure I can!" she said, giving a few swipes. "Dunno if I can reach without rockets attached to me or a hoverpack, but I bet I gained a bit of defense with this, tee hee hee!" She was maybe having a bit too much fun with this.

In response, Zetta scooped up a pile of rocks (that hadn't been there a moment before) and began hucking them at her.

Dodge that.

In response, Lash idly moved her hand with her sword ineffectively as the rocks hit her, pushing her away closer to the edge to the point where her legs were dangling into the air again.

But she was laughing. How could she not? The entire situation was so hilariously ludicrous she couldn't do otherwise.

"Alright, alright! You win you win!"

"Damn straight I win," Zetta said. Despite how easy that victory had come, he was grinning. "Not a good outfit choice, Lash. You should know that by video game laws, your greatest protection comes from an outfit that bares a ton of skin, like a chain mail bikini or strategically-slit leather!"

If she actually adopted a style anywhere close to those looks, though, Zetta would never believe it.

"...ewww. a chain mail bikini sounds incredibly chaffing," she responded nonchalantly, sticking her tongue out thinking about it. "Not to mention the rust if it ever got in the water and..." watch as she ruined Zetta's no-scientific rules with scientific ones! Thankfully, she was standing in her normal outfit again. "Okay, here's an idea. You're the...video game expert, you pick an outfit for me. And it better be good! And don't overdo it! And no bikinis or strategically-slit anything!"

...This was pretty much a double edge sword. If he made it too short, she'd probably do terrible things.

In other words, this plan could not go wrong.

With barely a half-second's worth of thought, Zetta swapped her costume out for one that might possibly look familiar, if she took a moment to consider where she might have seen it before.

Couldn't go wrong, huh?

As she looked down, Lash gave him a 'oh no you didn't' look before speaking. "Somehow I was expecting tha--" aaaand then the Wunderkind quickly fell because of the high heels and the fact she hadn't adjusted. "...!"

GOOD JORB ZETTA.

Zetta, who considered this a complete and total victory on all fronts, simply burst into wicked laughter.

So Lash threw one of the shoes at him. And then for good measure, changed his outfit to the exact same one she was wearing but made for a guy...and she was nice enough to give him pants, at least. But he still got a nice pair of high heels. Twice as high as hers.

Edited 2011-12-02 23:23 (UTC)

And he balanced perfectly on them.

Because for all his flaws, all his comedic suffering, and all his setbacks, he remained Zetta! The most badass freaking Overlord in the cosmos! He folded his arms and laughed at her feeble attempt to discomfit a level 2000 demon!

Lash stood up again, the high heels turning into a pair of army boots instead. Much better. She looked at Zetta, one eyebrow clearly raised.

"You look abnormally good with those," she remarked, snickering. She thought about putting him in a ballerina costume she had read about in the library but realized he'd probably pull something worse on her. So she did the next, more logical thing.

Lash pulled out her sword again.

"Well I guess this is the part where I'll make you fall down by myself if I have too!" And with those lovely words, she charged at him.

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HA totally called it. >B]

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