A shift in the air, another two keys on the desk? Acheron regarded them with cool swirling eyes and let out a sigh. More people to explain their current situation to, more questions that he didn’t have the answers to. Acheron didn’t like not knowing things. Actually, it pissed him off slightly.
He sat there at the desk, listening to the distant ringing and just left it at that. He’d tossed his cell phone in the toilet after the first three times it’d went off and flushed it down to…where did it go here anyway? Rolling his eyes at himself he glanced at the door, a small smirk pulling up the corners of his lips as he listened idly to the conversation beyond it.
Interesting things were afoot here. Letting out a sigh he pushed the chair back from the desk and with a few quick strides he made his way to the door. Using his powers he willed the doors to open, a blonde brow raising over the rim of his ever present sunglasses and eyed the two men for a moment.
“No cannibals that I know of unless of course you are referring to vampires…then I make no promises.” Acheron smiled at the two, “Welcome to the mansion boys. No way off or out, no get out of jail free card, nada. We’re all being held here against our wills, so until there is a way out of here there is only but one rule: no killing.” His gaze shifted back and forth between the two for a moment, not that they could probably tell it. He eyed them for a moment once again before he moved back. “Everything you’ll need will be provided.”
He turned his head to look at them, never once turning his back on them. “Any questions?” He asked, raising a brow over the edge of his sunglasses.