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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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"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.