Zetta ⱷ Stage 001
Who: Zetta and anyone who wants to bother him
Where: The streets of Espoir village
Style: Any, I'll match your style.
Status: Open:-)
[A tall, imposing looking man is stalking angrily through the streets of Espoir. His feet are wreathed in purple fire, and his hair seems to be a living curtain of flame drifting around his shoulders. He's also, if the expression on his face is anything to go by, extremely pissed off.]
'ALEX! Get the hell out here, you little weasel!'
Zetta directed a glare at the buildings around him that, if there was any justice in the world, should have scorched the crummy things to dust. What in Magog's name was going on? He'd already been through these little happy funtimes Netherworlds enough times to get his own one back, so why had he ended up in what had to be yet another one? When he found who was responsible, there was going to be hell to pay.
'Will someone get out here and tell me what's going on?! I don't have all freakin' day to just stand around and watch the little birdies. PRAM! This is your fault, isn't it?'
No-one would dare acuse Overlord Zetta of having no sense of humour, and if this was someone's idea of a joke, it wasn't funny. Zetta glowered his way down an alleyway. He'd pity the first person to cross his path, if he wasn't so ready to kill something.
Where: The streets of Espoir village
Style: Any, I'll match your style.
Status: Open:-)
[A tall, imposing looking man is stalking angrily through the streets of Espoir. His feet are wreathed in purple fire, and his hair seems to be a living curtain of flame drifting around his shoulders. He's also, if the expression on his face is anything to go by, extremely pissed off.]
'ALEX! Get the hell out here, you little weasel!'
Zetta directed a glare at the buildings around him that, if there was any justice in the world, should have scorched the crummy things to dust. What in Magog's name was going on? He'd already been through these little happy funtimes Netherworlds enough times to get his own one back, so why had he ended up in what had to be yet another one? When he found who was responsible, there was going to be hell to pay.
'Will someone get out here and tell me what's going on?! I don't have all freakin' day to just stand around and watch the little birdies. PRAM! This is your fault, isn't it?'
No-one would dare acuse Overlord Zetta of having no sense of humour, and if this was someone's idea of a joke, it wasn't funny. Zetta glowered his way down an alleyway. He'd pity the first person to cross his path, if he wasn't so ready to kill something.