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Out of the Fire [Active]

Character(s): Megara, Zetta
Content: Megara has to be certain Hades is gone and runs into someone even more annoying in the process.
Setting: Around G5, outside The Glass Bonsai
Time: Week 22, morning.
Warnings: Sarcasm and swearing?

Megara was not an optimist. She was still arguably young, but sometimes if felt like she had lifetime of mistakes and heartache. A life that taught her that when something was too good to be true, it was. So when she hadn't heard even a whisper from Hades in more than a few weeks, she didn't allow herself to hope. When she couldn't even find the barest scrap of his presence whispered among the natives, she ignored the urge to celebrate. It wasn't like him to just up and leave, after all. Especially without her in his oily grasp.

Business was slow with everyone focusing the elections, so today, she closed up shop and headed out into the city. Now she found herself wandering in what looked like a cheaper part of town. There was a pawnshop across the street, she noted with mild interest. And still no sign of the being that owned her.

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Zetta was tired of sitting around. He really didn't care that much about this election business--or the city as a whole for that matter--but staying in his room wasn't helping anything either. Maybe if he tried to shake down some more information from people on how to get out of this place he might actually get somewhere. Or he could tell Pram and she could get somewhere.

It wasn't too long before he managed to catch sight of a woman (what was it with him running into chicks and the cockroach brat all the time?) by one of the stores. "Hey, you!" he called to get her attention.

Meg halted in mid-step, slowly looking over her shoulder to give whoever called out a withering stare. She almost lost her cool as she took full-stock of the man (and he clearly was something more than that) with...was his hair made out of bats on fire? She turned to face him, arms crossed loosely, appearing for all the world as if something like this happened every day.

She watched him with one lifted eyebrow, silent as she waited for whatever it was he wanted to say.

Good, she'd managed to hear him. Didn't seem to be all that intimidated, though. What was with this place and people not reacting how they were supposed to? Did they just not know a badass freakin' Overlord when they saw one? Sure as hell seemed like it.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, deciding to get that out of the way first. He didn't really pay too much attention to who wandered in and out of the city, so it would probably be better to make sure this chick actually had some information on her.

The closer he got, the more obvious it was that this was no regular guy. As if the hair wasn't a clue. This was Paixao, though, and Meg had learned to adapt fairly quickly to the myriad of strange characters this place had to offer. That didn't mean she'd be reckless, though. Even if she wasn't necessarily shocked by his appearance, there was no telling what he could do to her.

"I've lost track," she replied, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Too long." He seemed all business and not remotely interested in her the way most men were, so it couldn't hurt to help him out a little. Right?

Good. If she'd been here awhile, she probably knew something useful. "All right, then tell me everything you know about this place. Except the whole castle part. I know about that," he ordered. Zetta hadn't heard anything about anyone finding a way out yet, but he wouldn't be surprised if someone was hiding something about it.

Scoffing in disbelief, Meg jutted her hip to the side and raised her other eyebrow imperiously. So she went from one annoying, commanding creep with fire on his head to another? Wonderful. "Well, when you ask me like that, how could I not help you?" She let her hard gaze travel the length of him then turned, walking away with her hips swaying.

There was just no way she was going to get caught up in this sort of mess again.

Zetta crossed his arms and scowled at the woman. What the hell was this? Did this girl really care so little about her life? "You know, I could really do without the sarcasm. Look, I don't give a crap about anything or anyone in this freakin' place. I just want to find a way out of here. The sooner you cough up the info, the sooner I'm out of here and the sooner you get left alone. Got it?"

"You're talking to the most badass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos. I'm pretty sure I could find a way to get you to talk."

"You can't be that amazing if you can't get out of here," Meg called over her shoulder, one hand on her hip. She was playing a dangerous game and she knew it, but she was tired of being bossed around by guys like him. Her pride rankled at his tone and the more he talked, the shorter her temper became.

She turned to face him completely, a sardonic smile curving her lips. "No wonder you don't know anything. You always go around threatening people you want help from? Here's news for you, Red. There isn't a way out. Not for people like us."

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?!" Zetta practically snarled. "I could crush you like a grape if I wanted to! And I sure as hell can find a way out!" He just needed to find some clues as to what he needed to do or who he needed to pound to do it. It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough. Who the hell was she to even hint that that was the case?!

She took a step back at his rage, eyes widening, but then she was right back in the lion's mouth, scowling into his burning eyes. "Great strategy, genius!" she snapped back. "Crush everyone and be stuck here on your own!" She took a moment to collect herself, brushing a curling tendril of her hair out of her face. It wouldn't pay to get into a screaming match with this idiot.

"Clean the fire out of your ears and listen to me. There isn't a way out," she enunciated carefully, as if speaking to a small child. "You think we're all just here on vacation?"

Zetta scoffed. "No, I think you people just haven't been looking hard enough. At least my way ends in whoever it is keeping us here becoming a permanent part of the pavement. What are you going to do? Sit around and wait the bastard to death? Hope it doesn't end up with everyone getting killed because he got bored and decided to go watch the paint dry instead."

Sure, he didn't mind people stopping to think about crap from time to time--even if most of the time it turned out to be pointless and wasted perfectly good time spent blowing things up--but this wasn't even that. It was just being lazy. The bad kind of lazy.

Meg laughed derisively and rolled her eyes. "Oh, okay. You let me know how punching all your problems away works out. Talk to me in a few months after you're still here without any answers. Maybe you'll have a better attitude then." She placed both hands on her hips, lifting her chin defiantly.

"You wanna know what I know about this place? It's a magnet for zeroes like you. You think you can just order people around because you were some big shot in another world? You're not in your world anymore, no one's even heard of you and there are way bigger problems than you under these domes."

"Like I care what those problems are. All I care about is finding a way out of here. Everyone else can take care of themselves," Zetta replied, though it sounded as though some of the wind had been knocked out of his sails. From the reactions he had gotten from a lot of the people in this city so far, she was right. Most people didn't know who he was. There were still a few who did--and like hell he was going to let that go--but people barely even blinked at him. Even the damn humans were mouthing off to him. Damn it all, if she wasn't unarmed and he wasn't so sure it'd be a curbstomping (like anyone would let him forget it if he did anything), he would show her just who she was messing with.

"But fine, we'll play it your way. Just what do you have planned, huh? Got any ideas?"

Meg paused, lifting her arms to hug herself as she took a step back. She didn't have any ideas, honestly. As soon as she had showed up, she did what she always did...she went along for the ride. What else could she do with Hades never far away? Now he was gone...but did she really want to leave now? Things were pretty good here now.

"I'm not one of the people in any rush to leave," she finally admitted, glancing away. "But I know the only way out of this world is to find a door to a new one. People think the more doors they open, the greater the chance they'll open a door to their world."

"You don't want out?" Zetta asked incredulously. How could anyone seriously want to stay in this place? It was probably just some kind of human thing. That was the only reasoning he could think of that made the slightest bit of sense, anyway.

The door thing kind of made sense. He'd already heard about the castle thing and everything that came with it. And if there was some way to get back to his Netherworld, he wouldn't have to be asked twice before his ass was out of this place and back to it. Hell, maybe he'd grab the Yoshitsuna and get a little revenge while the going was still good. But...

"'People think...?' So, what, is it true or not?"

She heard the incredulity in Zetta's voice and even understood it -- most people wouldn't want to be trapped in a world that wasn't their own. But Paixao was no different to her than any other place, when you got right down to it. She'd been drifting between worlds since she made a pact with the devil. And now, there was even more of a compelling reason to stay: there was no Hades here.

But she wasn't about to talk about this to anyone, least of all this guy. Not that he really cared.

She shrugged at his question, turning to lean against the wall of the nearby building. "Nothing's been proven, it's just a theory. But it's the only one that makes any sense." Her mouth twisted into a dark smirk. "Or maybe they're just trying to convince themselves."

Admittedly, the primary thing about Meg's predicament Zetta was likely to be interested in was what Hades was--or rather, what he ruled. The ruler of the Underworld was Seedle, as far as he knew, since Seedle had kicked the last ruler to the curb. Unless Seedle was calling himself something else, but Zetta didn't consider that too likely.

The Overlord stared down at Megara, trying to figure out whether or not she was just messing with him. He still didn't like the sound of that theory, but it was as much as he had. "Personally, I think I'm still going to stick with the 'Beat the Crap Out of the Head Honcho' theory," he decided with a small shrug. It had always worked for him before, and would probably work now. Not that he couldn't check out any more of the other worlds that were in this weird-ass castle while he worked to that.

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whoa, so late, sorry. DX

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