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Acheron Parthenopaeus (trexash) wrote in pandemansion,
@ 2008-02-15 18:27:00

Entry tags:

acheron parthenopaeus, complete, hatake kakashi, legolas thranduilion

April 1st, year unknown. Ash, Kakashi, and Legolas
Who?: Acheron Parthenopaeus, Hatake Kakashi, and Legolas Thranduilion
What?: Getting pulled to the mansion
When?: April 1st, imagine that
Where?: The mansion, of all places
Rating?: PG-13, for mild swearing
Status?: Complete

Acheron let out a long breath as if that breath would release him from the thousand years of torment and constant work. What a crock of shit that was. He snorted, and closed his eyes. The cool black silk sheets covered the lower half of his body, barely and honestly Ash was far too weary to care. It wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in on him anyway. Simi was busy with her sister watching QVC, and ordering gods knew what. It suited Ash just fine. Simi could have whatever she wanted, and she knew it. Alexion and Danger were off entertaining themselves, and Ash smiled at that. Even though he’d fucked up with Alexion he still thought he’d done right by the man.

He stretched his lean body out, and pushed the sheets off of him. It wasn’t like he needed sleep anyway, but still it helped from time to time to just unwind. Sitting up on the edge of the bed he ran a hand over his face, and then stood.

Black leather pants appeared on him riding dangerously low on his hips. He ran his hand through his hair, the white blonde strands turning black underneath his touch. He shook his hair out, and a black t-shirt with the band Misfit’s name appeared on him.

He sat down in a chair in the corner, and started to put his boots on. It was something he liked doing, oddly enough, but something that connected him with what little humanity he had left. Not that he really cared, but still.

Standing he grabbed his wraparound Ray-Ban’s, and slipped them on. For good measure he grabbed up his trench coat, not putting it on yet as he walked out of his room. He smiled at the sight of Simi, “Come on, I need to go see Artemis.” He let out a soft sigh as she made a face but finally complied.

The sensation of her sliding onto his skin in the form of a dragon tattoo was still odd to him, even though she’d been doing it for thousands of years. He was about to flash himself from Katoteros when another sensation crawled across his skin. Something wasn’t right.

He cursed as he was pulled from Katoteros without warning, and landed on…solid ground? He looked around, almost bewildered for a moment. There was the smell of the salty sea, the rustling of palm trees above him, and he was standing on a beach. A dark brow rose over the rim of his sunglasses as he turned. There before him stood a huge mansion, its doors open, welcome and inviting.

He felt Simi shift on his body, and he soothed her with a thought. He tried flashing himself to Artemis’ temple once again, cursing as he felt some of his powers locked on him. Grinding his teeth, he started toward the mansion, muttering Atlantean curses all the way.

He was going to figure out who did this, why they did it, and what they wanted from him. There was no possible way he could stay on this island, with this mansion. He feared for those who were on their way if he went too long without Artemis’ blood. He could feel other’s approaching the island, and fast. He slipped on his trench coat as he started toward the mansion.

He manifested a staff in his hands as he neared the door to the mansion, he paused for a moment, just listening and feeling out the place with what powers that hadn’t been locked down.

There was no malice, no true intent of harm…there was only peace? He took a step back, eying the mansion as if it was the devil himself. He took another step back, listening at the approach of someone else. Someone who’d seen far too much in his young years. Then there was another one far older than he appeared, much like Ash himself.

His brow furrowed for a moment as he thought, and for the first time in a long time indecision ran through him. Rolling his eyes, he let the staff go, and moved to lean back against the wall of the mansion. Folding his arms over his chest, he waited to see what the Fates were bringing to him now.

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_legolas_
2008-02-17 02:25 am UTC (link)

Standing behind the one Legolas glanced back down the stairs. He wondered if his beloved home was still back there. He knew, it was not, the feeling was gone, he was alone in a strange place. Not alone, his eyes drifted back as the doors opened and the two other men moved. Oddly, he had to look slightly up at the man who had entered the mansion before them.

Age and power, he seemed like a Valar, one of the chosen. Then that harsh tongue and tone, and Legolas narrowed his gaze again. As the other two talked, then introduced themselves. Legolas thought for a moment, wondering whether he should even give them his time, the human he did not mind. They were known to be rash and fools and bringers of doom for all. The other, dark and brooding and hateful with no reason to sharpen that tongue.

It was just a name, "Legolas." He did not bow his head, he just stood there his head held high, he was an elf. He bowed to only his kind or the Valar, and these two certainly were neither of the blessed. Again his fingers twitched on the fletching of his arrow, the string of his bow ached to be pulled it seemed. He loosened his grip further, but still held ready.

Gods where what humans worshiped, had to, just like the elves did living things. Legolas was not sure if a Valar would do such a thing to the Children. Had he shamed them so? Had he not done as other elves, even Haldir and Galadriel and fought honorably for good? If so...why was he here? How he wished for home, even though fools only wished for things they could not have. He knew, it would be a long time before he laid eyes upon those beloved trees and lands.

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