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

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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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hatakekakashi
2008-02-16 08:39 pm UTC (link)

Silently perched midway up a peculiarly tall cherry tree, Kakashi surveyed the forest around him picking out any details for further investigation. Still not a leaf out of place. Giving a sigh of frustration, he pushed off the branch landing lightly on his feet ten feet below. He ran a gloved hand through his already tangled and dirty silver hair, looking around yet one more time. This had to be the most boring mission to be put on his record.

“Mah…..Guess this is what I get for ending up in the hospital so many times.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and began slowly picking his way between the trees to avoid leaving signs of being there.

He paused as the wind picked up and suddenly shifted directions. Something wasn’t right. Breathing in deeply through the thin material of his mask, he snapped to attention at the strong salt air that was so overpowering and unmistakable. Beach air. But he wasn’t anywhere near the beach. Confused, he ran back up into the trees and along their branches till he could see a clearing up ahead of him. He slowed his pace and came to a full stop in a tree the stood at the edge of the clearing. Spread out before him was a large, farm like estate. The place looked like a castle with all of its floors, windows, and odd structural design. He knew nothing about anyone living out here. Even in the books there were no mentions of this.

Taking the time to sit and observe for a good hour, he finally made up his mind. He wasn’t going to get any answers from the view he had, and there had been no signs of anyone around either. Sliding his pack off his shoulders, he striped his military vest and long-sleeved shirt off leaving only a skin tine black tank on with his mask, shoving the rest in his bag along with his gloves and hatai-ate. Bringing out some gauze, he wrapped it around his head to cover his left eye from sight before doing the same to the tattoo on his upper left arm. The less questions he got, the better.

Satisfied, he shoved the rest of his things in the pack and shouldered it once more before dropping to the ground and making his trek across the fields towards the large building. There was no point in sneaking around. Too many variables that could cause harm to himself or even others. It was best to pose the part of a civilian and approach head on. At the vary least it would throw the other party off giving him a chance to retreat if they proved to be hostile. He let the thoughts drop as he neared the door and gave a loud knock.

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