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Character(s): Pram, Zetta, OPEN~
Content: One injured-yet-very pissed off Overlord arrives. Some hitting the deck might be required.
Setting: Around Muspelheim
Time: Week 21
Warnings: Pram is her own warning. Possible swearing, insults, and/or collateral damage. Depends on who comes by, really.

She cast a glare over her shoulder at the remaining line outside the gate. The nerve of that simpleton, pushing an Overlord of her caliber around like some common vassal! And what was the deal with the junk he gave her, anyway? That asshole obviously had no idea who he was dealing with, and if she weren't currently dealing with previous injuries, she had half a mind to go back out there and show all those fools that nobody messes with Overlord Pram.

Nobody but Seedle, anyway.

The thought of the samurai Overlord only made the pain in her side worse, and she moved her hand away from her hip, gazing down at the smear of hot blood on her small palm. It had flowered across the side of her dress, staining the once white cloth a sickly red. To say she was furious would be an understatement at the moment. Not only had she failed to do the one thing she could to make up for pretty much ruining Zetta and Salome's lives, but Seedle had gotten one up on her, and now her favorite dress was ruined. That bloodstain was never coming out now! On top of all that, she'd been kidnapped and dumped in a place where apparently nobody had any damn respect for someone who was clearly their superior.

Already, she hated this place. She hated that stupid gate, she hated the faceless peons meandering around, and she hated herself for being so weak as to find herself trapped and too drained to do anything about it.

"Damn it all."

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Zetta wasn't sure whether or not the previous week's foray into the other worlds in the castle had been a bust. On one hand, he'd gotten the information he wanted, but on the other hand, aside from the monsters that could be fought out there, he hadn't really found anything he would consider useful. Neither of the worlds seemed to have anyone there. This place at least had people to boss around and places to eat and sleep. It was pretty damn sad when the sparkly, shiny, amusement park-looking city beat out someplace that looked like it would have made a good Netherworld.

And so, though his curiosity seemed satisfied, Zetta himself was far from it. He had no plans of sitting around and waiting for something to come his way, but from what he could tell there was no way at the moment of changing his situation. Sure, he would have loved to find the person responsible for all this and give them a piece of his fist, but he didn't even know how to find them. Until then, the only thing he had to do was wander around the city and try to keep from going insane from boredom.

Unless he called them out, that was. Well, there was something to... do?

Zetta stopped mid-stride, his head snapping up. That power... He knew that power! "Pram...?" The single word was barely above a whisper, but saying it, acknowledging it, was enough to send Zetta changing course.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the gate, wearing a grin that held more excitement than the usual cockiness. Finally, a way to get out of here! If anyone knew about this kind of thing it would be Pram! He could even see her out there--or what he assumed to be her, anyway. Cat ears, white hair, short... Looked like it.

"Never thought I'd say this, but it's about damn time you got here," Zetta said as he approached. It was then that he noticed the bloodstain on her dress. "What the... What the hell happened to you?"

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Oh no. Of all the people to run into, why him? Why now? She resisted the urge to facepalm, grit her teeth, and turned to face Zetta, a fake smile sliding with practice on her face. She'd bluffed her way through conversation with him before, she could do it again. Easier than pie.

"Stuff it, Zetta. You're lucky I'm here at all," she replied smoothly, crossing her arms over her chest and turning back around, ignoring the fresh pain the movement caused. "Wherever the hell we are. And weren't you just with me a second ago anyway?" He had been, right? It was his stupid fault she had to go and use up all her energy opening that stupid Gate for his stupid girlfriend. And now look! He had his stupid body back, and his stupid Netherworld, and all the thanks she gets for her intense labor is a stupid hole in her side!

And so, the happy face died.

"Tch, you know damn well what happened to me! That assbat jerk Seedle happened!" She whipped around again and jabbed a finger into the other Overlord's chest, visible sparks starting to catch the air around her as her anger overflowed. "I'm never doing you another damn favor again! You're too much trouble, Zetta, honestly." How Salome put up with this guy-- Hell, how she managed to love this guy --was so far beyond her, it was almost alien.

Pram backed off then, hovering in deep irritation. She couldn't say she'd never do anything for him again. She still owed him, sort of. In a roundabout way, she was sort of almost kinda responsible for Zetta's recent suffering, and while normally his suffering was the highlight of her day, it had gotten out of hand.

"Well, maybe not never, but not for a while. Not until I crack Seedle's head open like a rotten egg."

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Zetta stared at Pram like she had grown a second head. First she acted like her normal self, and then she suddenly got angry at him? For something that hadn't even been his fault (well... not directly, anyway)? Even with the sparks in the air and Pram's clear anger, Zetta seemed to be more confused and annoyed than anything else. "What the hell are you talking about?! That happened weeks ago!"

Seriously, what was her problem? He hadn't even done anything to deserve this kind of thing this time. Why was she going on about Seedle? Did she hit her head on the way in? Or... her side, he guessed, since that was where she was bleeding.

...Wait, that was where she had been stabbed by Seedle back then, wasn't it? Why was that still bleeding? She couldn't be... could she? Was Pram actually telling the truth?

Zetta crossed his arms and looked down at her, the gears still turning in his head as he attempted to process all of this. "So... are... you from the past?" he asked slowly, trying out the only answer he seemed to have come to. It sounded weird. Really weird. Which, he guessed, if anything fit this place.

Her comment about him having to earn another favor from her had been long forgotten by this point. "Besides, Alex kicked his ass shortly after that point. Haven't seen him in awhile." Not that Zetta was going to complain about that. The longer he went without seeing the bastard's face, the better.

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"Weeks ago? It happened, like, an hour ago!" Rolling her eyes, she covered the sword wound in her side again, restraining the wince that wanted to accompany the motion. She was not going to let that blustering ego-machine know that it hurt her. Pram would rather eat her shoes than show that weakness. "I know even you can tell time, Zetta."

She shot him an extremely flat look, very unamused by the redhead's ignorance-- even if it was expected --when he asked if she was from the past.

"The past? Tch, what kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm not from the past!" It would explain why Zetta was acting like the whole thing with Seedle had happened weeks ago, but then again, the fact that Zetta was about as smart as a tub of cottage cheese could explain it, too. Didn't change the fact that, at the moment, it was a rather stupid question to the Oracle.

"And what do you mean, Alex kicked Seedle's ass!? Damnit! I was supposed to kill that idiot!" At least he hadn't killed him. Pram could still do that. Still, being practically saved by Zetta's brat of a rival didn't exactly make her feel any better about the whole situation. "Where is Thunderbutt, anyway? I've got a few choice words for him."

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"Well, then you explain it!" Zetta snapped back, starting to get a little angry. They could call him stupid as much as they liked, but he knew what he was talking about this time, dammit! "Because I'm telling you, that happened weeks ago! I was a freaking book when you got stabbed! How the hell would I look like this now if I was from then, huh? And hell, I've been here for a couple more weeks than that!"

His anger fizzled out a bit as he finished the miniature rant, but he was still glaring at Pram as he moved onto her other statement. Getting too pissed at the one person who had a good chance of breaking them out of here wasn't a good idea, but... "I don't know where he is. I called him out over these journal things earlier, but he didn't respond. Guess he's not here."

It was the only conclusion Zetta could come to, anyway. It wasn't like Alex to back down from a challenge, and even less like him to ignore a challenge entirely. Didn't mean he didn't want to pound Alex any less. Not that he was starting to miss the brat or anything. It was just weird not having Alex pop up out of nowhere with some sort of assassin to challenge him.

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Pram was fully prepared to argue back, as she always was, but one thing Zetta said stopped her completely: He had been a book when that happened. And if it had just happened today, there was no possible way he would be back to normal already.

"Th-that's right. You're you again, so that means...," she trailed off, the look of surprise on her face never fading. Did that mean she was from the past after all? But how was that even possible? And if she was from the past, then Zetta was from the future, and if they were from two totally different points, why were they at the same time now?

Thinking about it made Pram's head start to ache slightly. Talk about a time paradox from hell. Time to get back to a point she could wrap her brain around.

"Fine, whatever. You're from the future or something. The point is, why are we here now? That doesn't make any logical sense, and technically, the universe should have twisted in on itself and imploded or something by now."

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"Hell if I know," Zetta replied. "One minute I'm taking a nap in my bed, the next I'm waking up here outside these gates. Apparently this kind of thing happens all the time here. No one's surprised about it anymore. Oh... And this place is supposed to be a castle." One might consider his calmness in explaining the situation odd... if it weren't more a case of apathy. Whatever happened in this stupid place wasn't any of his business as far as Zetta was concerned.

"If you want to know more, ask someone else. No one's really saying a lot here." No one being that damn goddess, anyway. "And, uh, you should probably get that looked at. I think." He wasn't any kind of doctor or healer, so it was more of a guess than anything else. Looked pretty bad to him, though if it was bleeding like that.