Time: Day 003, Early Afternoon
Summary: Zetta enters the house.
It was a nice place, he would give it that. Looked rich, maybe a little too clean--owners were probably a bunch of pricks. Place probably had a store of something valuable in it somewhere, as long as he could find it. Overall, not bad.
Unfortunately, none of that registered to the Overlord. At the moment, Zetta was only concerned with the fact that he was currently in a different place... and he had neither wanted nor asked to be relocated. "The hell...?" he muttered to himself, taking a few steps further into the room. Was he in some sort of Netherworld maybe? …Probably Alex’s fault. Bastard probably got a new strategy in his head to try and beat him. Yeah right. Like that ever worked. He’d just find him and crush him like always. Asshat would probably try it again nest week, anyway.
But this didn't look or sound like anything the god could think up. Why would he be dumped in some sort of mansion? What the hell kind of a plan was that? Oh no, he was going to be RICHER! Pfft, whatever... He wanted out.
A quick look around, and he spotted the door. The Overlord tugged on the handle; it was locked. Well that figured, but at least it was an easy fix. Zetta brought back his arm and with a wicked grin hit the door as hard as he could. There was a loud crack as fist met door, though the entrance didn’t seem to have given way. A long, long pause followed, Zetta remaining unmoving before he finally pulled his hand away, shaking it wildly and cursing loudly. “What the hell is this thing made of?!”