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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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"I find that hard to believe," Kaya said. "If I were to go to your, uh, minions on the ship and ask them if they thought you lying on the floor like a discarded book unaware of anything was ok, I doubt most of them would go, 'yes, that's fine.' We can go tell them all, if you want."

"Sure! And if they don't know I can take care of myself I'll have a word or two with them! Loudly! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"

Somehow Zetta's confidence had come back.

Kaya face palmed for what, the fifth time? There was no way she was going to win this argument the Overlord was just far too convinced nothing could harm him. If that were the case, she thought, then he would't even have to bother with the Ohm, he could just destroy them single handedly.

But there was really no point, was there?

"Fine," she sighed. "Just find out at least why the heck you were left here, would you? That would at least warrant some investigating."

"Okay, okay! Sheesh!" ANYthing to get her to stop nagging him!

Kaya smiled. The Overlord was hardheaded and stubborn, but he didn't have the power of getting on your nerves Kaya implied in some circumstances.

"Thank you," she said. "And in case you weren't thinking about it much, I missed you, you know. I'm glad Lash went out to get you."

"She had NO BUSINESS going out there while she was hurt!" The Overlord's lingering fury was all the more intense for having never spoken these words to Lash past the first mid-space shouting match they'd had.

Kaya rolled her eyes. "Overlord Zetta, you're going to have to come to terms with the ugly fact that as many people care about you as much as they supposedly despise you. If it wasn't her, it would have been Ruffnut or Hit Girl. If it wasn't them, it would have been me. It just so happens the person who cares most what happens to you got people out to help, even if she WAS hurt. So maybe instead of yelling at her stupidity, you ought to think why she would have even bothered in the first place. She was a villain first, remember?"

"All I said was that it was stupid for her to go out while she was hurt! Obviously SOMEone was gonna rescue me. I'm too damn important to leave hanging." Of course that was why he'd be rescued, not out of any sense of affection, but duty or self-gain. Zetta's mind...

"Yes, and that's totally the reason that she went after you even though she was injured. It had nothing to do with actually caring what happened to you, or that you might float away: she was only concerned with making sure you were all right because you're an asset."

She shook her head. "For someone who's lived as long as you have, you can say some pretty dumb things, and I say that after hearing your pick up lines."

"...what the hell does that mean?" Zetta said. "Those pick up lines WORKED, damn it! Just... not on you."

"They were bad and you know it," Kaya said, rolling her eyes. "Not that its stopped you from getting someone anyway. I couldn't have picked a better person more suited to you, really."

"Damn straight," Zetta said cheerfully. "Though it's not like we're together or anything. But we sure as hell have fun hanging out together."

"Oh sure it isn't," Kaya said, looking a little amused. "But its not like I can say anything: me and Nokosi were the exact same way, once. It took us awhile to actually be honest with each other."

"Wait. Back up a moment. What?!"

This was the first Zetta had heard of that development.

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"What? I just said, you and Lash are probably going to be awhile. Is that so surprising?"

Oh she knew what you were referring to, she was just being difficult.

"Cut the crap, you know what I was asking about!" Zetta said, drawing himself up angrily. "You and -- and purple elf boy?!"

Of course he was going to ask. And it seemed as if Zetta was a little annoyed by it. Not that this surprised her: she figured he would likely only be happy if she was with a demon or something like that.

She had made careful sure to keep her neck covered, though this time she lowered the neckline of her robe a little, and a very, very noticeable bite was there, looking to be still in its early stages.

"You could say that. We became formal about seeing each other the day of the prom. You know, when you and your gang crashed it?"

"We should have crashed it sooner!" Zetta squawked, his voice going up a notch.

He looked firmly at Kaya -- not at her neck, but at her eyes. Whatever he saw must have been satisfactory or at least not worth pushing the issue over, because the book relaxed slightly.

"Sheesh, no wonder you think Lash and I are destined for hearts and romance," he said, disgusted. "Everyone else is hooking up, so of course we are too."

"Do you have some kind of a problem with him? I'll admit, he's a bit curious about things, and people tend to read him as a pretty strange person, but I think that he's sweet and endearing that way."

Kaya rolled her eyes. "No, I think that because its obvious. What's also obvious is that you two are better off alone about it, just like Nokosi and I were too. We didn't happen overnight or anything, and we're not exactly typical of what most people think of in a couple. It'd be nice if you didn't see me like some dumb, lovesick teenager making up relationships because its pretty."

"Sheesh, who gave you the extra helping of Urine-Os this morning?" Zetta said, blinking. "How many times do we have to say we're not like that? Demons don't do that romance crap and neither do Wunderkinds."

"'Urin..' what does that even mean?" Kaya said, looking baffled. "Oh, whatever. In any case, you guys hammer that out yourself anyway. And there is nothing crappy about romance anyway. I don't know why people have to take something that's actually really great and unique and make it sounds like its some infectious disease or something. It's...it's...or nevermind. You yourself said you wouldn't understand it anyway, right?"

"Hey, I understand a little. It's something that makes you happy and fulfilled." Zetta frowned, not angrily, just with vague distaste. "Nothing wrong with that. It's a good thing if it keeps you strong and motivated in this fight. I'm saying demons don't DO it!"

"Happy, yes. I mean, I had had enough, you know, after Matt and everything, and then he came. It was just friends with us at first: he was weird, but he was really interesting. So we just hung out, we hiked, we talked a lot, it was fun. Even when we argued, it was never really serious. What I mean is...well, think about Lash a moment. Is she JUST a human girl you hang out with, and that's it? Nothing more than that?"

"Lash is fun," Zetta said, giving the standard answer that he gave to anyone, including Lash and himself.

"Well even I know that," Kaya said, laughing. "But it wasn't really what I was asking. There are a lot of people on this ship, and they all mean something to somebody. So what I'm curious about is what Lash is to you."

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