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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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"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."