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[phantomofthefbi]

A man arrives at the mansion, dressed in a simple black suit. He carries a suitcase with him, full of all the things he will need until he can arrange to have more shipped to him. His hair is a very pale blond, and his eyes are a light blue.

My name is Pendergast. Would any of you happen to know where I might find a set of rooms for rent?

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[the_white_sheep]

Don't know about rent, seeing as you'd have about twenty people on your back about the money and you wouldn't know to whom to answer. And I don't know about a set, seeing as there's quite a bit of people around in said rooms, but the mansion always seems to produce more anyway. It's convenient and physics-defying like that.

...In conclusion, welcome, I suppose. *slight grin*

[phantomofthefbi]

*and Lethe is deserving of a very faint hint of a smile* *Control yourself, Miss Vlajnic.* Thank you for your information, Mister...?

[the_white_sheep]

Typist: fhsdkjhfskjdhfksdjfhkdsjhfksj -- he knows me so well.

Hades. Lethe Hades, if you want to distinguish. There's seven more of us, though two are female, but referring to six different men as "Mr. Hades" would probably prove tiresome, not to mention confusing. And information, for the most part, is considered free, unless it's really important.

[phantomofthefbi]

*is quite brilliant, you see. That, or your fangirlish tendencies where he is concerned have already been proven.*

It might, but then again, there are many who have a last name in common; the ubiquitous Mr. Smith being one of them. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hades.

[the_white_sheep]

*... >___> what fangirlish tendencies?*

True, true. But not all Smiths come from the same thrillingly infamous family, and mistaking one Mr. Smith for another isn't usually dangerous business. The same, I'm sure -- not that one can ever be entirely sure upon meeting, of course, but so far it appears to be. And speaking of identification by last names, is your surname the only one we should expect, or are we not awaiting any further Pendergasts?

[phantomofthefbi]

*...the ones that, like, sadism, are a lie?*

Thrillingly infamous? *delicate eyebrow arch*

I should hope that I am the only member of my family who will arrive, and I am rather certain that the one most likely to follow me will not be using his proper name.

[the_white_sheep]

*...exactly! :D ... ~*

Perhaps "thrilling" was the wrong word choice. But I've always found infamy to be absolutely thrilling. * -- it should be noted that each use of the word "thrilling" is pushing his voice to new levels of unadulterated snark*

Ah, the bonds of familial love. Not the type to be proud of his crimes?

[phantomofthefbi]

*you've got him smothering that smile of amusion, Lethe* Perhaps by certain definitions of thrilling.

No. And what of your family's?

[the_white_sheep]

*amusion is a good reaction! -- that was a really morbid thought, Lethe* Certain specific definitions encompassing all values of "thrilling in that morbid, dangerous, and absolutely mad way".

My family's crimes or my family's love? One is barely existant and the other too numerous to mention. *slight, wry grin*

[phantomofthefbi]

*-- what thought?* And none of it good.

I would have to assume that the former is the latter and the latter, the former.

[the_white_sheep]

*that people who are amused by you are less likely to kill you* *nods* Exactly.

*the same grin again* Of course. Have you met any other members of our illustrious clan?

[phantomofthefbi]

*...aw, that's sad*

The woeful one and the one whose blood boils.

[the_white_sheep]

*...his life is pretty sad*

* -- and look, he gets a full-out grin for knowing his mythology* Acheron and Phlegethon. Prime examples of my point.

[phantomofthefbi]

*...yes, it i. / ;__;*

*-- oh, well, he knows a lot more than that* That much was rather obvious. What can you tell me about them? *-- and by "them," he means "Acheron" and he really wants to know weaknesses. duh.*

[the_white_sheep]

* -- can tell, sort of, so a slight eyebrowraise and wry grin* Which one? I could wax poetic -- and by "poetic" I mean "bitter", really -- about both for hours on end.

[phantomofthefbi]

Bitter? -- Acheron, I should think. He has given me ... reason to be ... interested ... in him.