zeta_hunter: (Super Smug)
"Heeeey! Fancy runnin' into you here!"

"Zeta, it's his house."

"I know that, Xen."

In fairness to Zeta, Issei might not have intended to end up exactly where he was. Given that he'd gone through a nondescript door that usually led to a narrow, unadorned hall that was a quick way to get from one end of the house to the other - barely more than a crawl space, really, apparently a lot of Devil households had these disguised passages for letting the staff move around unseen. This time it led into what looked like a gym. Not quite a full public setup, but not as small and cramped as a home gym either, more like a private club.

Something aided by the face that in one corner, there was ample space for a few tables and chairs - just like a private sports club might have a cafeteria or something. And sitting around one of said tables were Zeta, Irina, Xenovia, and Asia. All four of them wearing church assassins' practically painted-on battlesuits.