[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/8fGJYVF.gif?1[/img][color=goldenrod][h1]Ash Adair[/h1][/color][/center]

After disappearing from hearing Jack and Thallie talk, Ash disappeared back into the leaving room to clean up the remainder of the mess. He grabbed his scythe and waved it over to the room one more, getting any last bits and pieces put back in place. Taking a deep breath, he slumped back down onto the couch, putting his head in his hands. Why was it so difficult to be the brother of Jack Frost? Apparently everyone wanted to kill him, so Ash was always stuck cleaning up the mess. 

He stood back up and stretched his back out before walking toward the center of the room. He had reached the center when a dark, whispering voice suddenly said, "[i]Ashthelic.[/i]" Ash froze and looked around. 

"[color=goldenrod]Who goes there?[/color]" he called. He whipped around, still gripping onto his staff. His breaths were now short and shallow and it had felt as if the room had gotten colder. 

"[i]Do you not remember me? After all the years we spent together?[/i]" The voice was old and scratchy, as if the person had been smoking for years. "[i]Dear Grim Reaper, you have lost your memory.[/i]"

"[color=goldenrod]I am no longer called that anymore. No one sees me with my scythe.[/color]" Ash's voice came out as a snarl. He looked around still looking for the source of the voice, though he knew who it belonged to. There was a deep chuckle that echoed through the room and a shadowy figure swept across the windows, breaking a light or two as it passed. 

"[i]See you soon... son.[/i]"

The light flared back on and suddenly, there were five Gods standing in his room. At their head was Iratze. Ash stared at them, his mouth open for a few moments before shaking his head and looking at him. "[color=goldenrod]Welcome back Iratze. I see you have brought companion.[/color]" He looked over her shoulder at the other Gods and GOddesses. "[color=goldenrod]Welcome to Jack's.[/color]"