Badass Freaking Overlord Zetta (
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Who prays to Angra Mainyu, honestly?
Who: Zetta and Ross; Zetta and Hibiki?!
When: December 23 & 24
Where: The Near Shore
What: Zetta answers prayers. Ross comes along for one. Hibiki shows up for the other. Hilarity Ensues.
December 23.
What is it with forests, anyway?
[Zetta's divine power transports the pair of them -- or rather the three of them, if one counts the unfortunate minion on book-carrying detail -- down to the Near Shore in a flash of malign black energy that practically screams 'evil!'. As much as getting named a god is an incredible step down for him, Zetta has to appreciate that this particular divinity has a little style.]
[Find the blighted tree and investigate. Simple enough. Finding themselves deposited on the outskirts of a park, maybe less simple.]
...Okay, never mind. Not forests. Super. [Zetta scowls at the faint patch of winter-worn green, addressing Ross without looking his way.] This sounds way too easy to be easy, huh?
December 24.
Hyaaaha ha ha ha ha!
[Who is Zetta talking to? Because it isn't the minion that's lugging him up the walk to the neat little townhouse from which a heartfelt prayer had come. And there's no one else around to hear... But as an Overlord and protagonist, Zetta has a heartfelt obligation to narrate his life.]
This is perfect! A prayer to watch TV? I'll sit back, do nothing, and have another devoted follower spreading the good word... uh, bad word... without needing to so much as flip a page.
I sure hope it's some decent show, though... [A brief expression of worry crossed his face as the minion shifted the Sacred Tome to one arm, the better to access the bell. But hey, what's the worst that could happen on this prayer?]
When: December 23 & 24
Where: The Near Shore
What: Zetta answers prayers. Ross comes along for one. Hibiki shows up for the other. Hilarity Ensues.
December 23.
What is it with forests, anyway?
[Zetta's divine power transports the pair of them -- or rather the three of them, if one counts the unfortunate minion on book-carrying detail -- down to the Near Shore in a flash of malign black energy that practically screams 'evil!'. As much as getting named a god is an incredible step down for him, Zetta has to appreciate that this particular divinity has a little style.]
[Find the blighted tree and investigate. Simple enough. Finding themselves deposited on the outskirts of a park, maybe less simple.]
...Okay, never mind. Not forests. Super. [Zetta scowls at the faint patch of winter-worn green, addressing Ross without looking his way.] This sounds way too easy to be easy, huh?
December 24.
Hyaaaha ha ha ha ha!
[Who is Zetta talking to? Because it isn't the minion that's lugging him up the walk to the neat little townhouse from which a heartfelt prayer had come. And there's no one else around to hear... But as an Overlord and protagonist, Zetta has a heartfelt obligation to narrate his life.]
This is perfect! A prayer to watch TV? I'll sit back, do nothing, and have another devoted follower spreading the good word... uh, bad word... without needing to so much as flip a page.
I sure hope it's some decent show, though... [A brief expression of worry crossed his face as the minion shifted the Sacred Tome to one arm, the better to access the bell. But hey, what's the worst that could happen on this prayer?]
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[But the creature isn't done yet. The more they assault it, the more it spreads it attention, more tendrils and more limbs forming to lash out weaker but more numerous attacks against the crowd. It isn't relying on physical injury any more -- every strike that lands, even the weak ones, spreads a little more blight into whoever it touches, and that sum total of blight is transmitted back to Zetta as surely as if the ayakashi had touched him itself.]
[Zetta, for his own purposes, doesn't seem to notice. One of the minions turns and lobs a Braveheart spell onto Ross and the minions he is nearest, sending power surging through them.]
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It was only a matter of time before he stumbled to one knee, breathing hard, and yelled out the words he'd been stubbornly avoiding since the beginning.]
Call my name!
[He had to swallow his pride to keep the blight from spreading any further.]
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Maki!
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But, he still sensed mana. His own mana, even though he was in vessel form. It felt like it was flowing outwardly from him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Flowing outward...to Zetta?]
How good are you at magic?
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[Hey, he's actually feeling something from this. Power. His own mana power is intact, but being a book he has very few outlets for it. Now this... feels like something he can channel.]
Whatcha got for me?
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[Anyway.]
I want you to imagine the shape of your favourite weapon, except it's made out of mana. [He wasn't sure if this would even work, but whether it would was up to Zetta at this point.]
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[Favorite weapon out of mana, huh? After a moment's concentration, Zetta fixes the image of his own oversized sword in his head. From there, the 'made of mana' part is a surprisingly easy visualization for him.]
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Now fire it at the ayakashi. Pretend you're throwing it with your real body if that helps.
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[The book twitches violently, but the sword flips up and back into midair -- then, as Zetta's own mana power enters the fray, splits into a half-dozen copies of itself to hurtle down at the ayakashi with crashing, destructive force.]
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[His tone came out as usual, but his emotions weren't quite the same. That was one of his spells, though Zetta had put his own spin on it. Was he going to need to teach him how to use his magic properly? Surely a demon as old as Zetta wouldn't need lessons on math, physics, and the like. Or so he hoped.]
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Hyaaaaha ha ha ha ha! Wither and die, you monster!
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[Nevertheless, his mana output remained steady. His cooperation meant the reason for him being in his vessel form in the first place would be gone faster.
Also, watching the tree ayakashi get pelted with magic swords was oddly therapeutic. He was more than fine with watching it be chopped into literal firewood.]
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But we've been brutalizing this bastard enough, and the damn blight is starting to itch. Ready to finish it off?
[He could just cast the spell here and now -- but he wants to be certain Ross is prepared for the shift! It isn't courtesy or anything!]
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[He may have been holding a grudge over getting caught in that tree-climb web trick. Just a little itty-bitty one.]
But if the blight's getting worse I guess we have no choice... Go on, then.
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[That just makes him all the more eager to blast it, though. Power gathers around him, a mix of their combined mana.]
ZETTA REND!
[Twin beams slash out of Zetta's eyes, slamming into the ayakashi's form. For a moment, they look to have done nothing... but then the spirit begins to tremble and glow red. Because cool guys don't look at explosions, Zetta turns neatly in midair, the better to laugh as the mushroom cloud rises behind them.]
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No fair, book boss.
[He was low-key concerned about what happened to the minions, but he didn't dare say that.]
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Quiet, I'm doing you a favor. If you look at the explosion, you're totally lame.
[Cool guys don't &tc.]
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[Someone might as well stamp "marches to the beat of his own drum" on his forehead by this point.]
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[No sense keeping him all bookmarked up with the battle won.]
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Is that all for today?
[That was the response Zetta got instead of another insubordinate quip.]
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Let's get out of here.
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I'm not going to make a cool exit.
[At this point, he was just going to go home and take a nap.]
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[That...wasn't exactly a "yes, I don't want to."]
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