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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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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."