(Voldemort's Unpopcorning: Open RP!)

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POP! In place of a large, fluffly golden-white kernal of popcorn stood Voldemort, looking bewildered. The last thing he remembered was waiting on word from his Death Eaters about Malfoy's mission, and if the miserable little git really died during his task or not. He was really looking foward to the news-- either Dumbledore or Draco was out of his

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Cue a head tilt, Ryuuji replying blithely-- he knew it was crazy but hey, it was what what happened -- "Well, sort of. Everyone thought that he was dead, but it turned out that it had been his pet hamster that had gotten killed and he'd Transfigured it to look like his body. Right now, he's popcorn, which isn't exactly the same as being dead because it means he could come back soon."

Voldemort's question made him arch an eyebrow, and run one hand through his dark blond hair. "Well, for one thing, I'm interested on a purely intellectual level of what exactly is causing Hogwarts students to become popcorn at random. For another thing, not that you remember me, but we are -- were-- friends. And for a third reason, Sev left me a note saying that he'd be unpopcorned when you were, but he hasn't. You couldn't communicate with other kernals during your popcorned state, right?"

He kept his tone calm and logical, at ease despite the wand pointing at him. If Voldemort had forgotten everything, after all, that meant he didn't remember any of Ryuuji's abilities either, which would back up the utter stupidity inherent in Voldemort thinking magic would work against the assassin.

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At the news of Dumbledore still being (somewhat) alive, all Voldemort could think of is, 'Snape was behind this.' He looked livid, and had he any blood to drain from his face, he would have turned pale. "Right," he muttered with some difficulty, obviously distracted. Now, where was Snape? He needed to have a talk with him...

Ryuuji's words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as Voldemort turned around the inspect the plaque again, in detail. There was no answer to his question.

"Snape told you he would come back when I came back?" he snapped as he looked back at Ryuuji, tone not purposely curt. Voldemort needed to know if this was just his mind overreacting in a Confunded state, and he was starting to have his doubts. "You aren't real, are you? Blast it, Snape is probably behind all this."

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Ryuuji blinked, then reached out to Voldemort slowly, giving the older man more than enough time to back away, "Riiiight. Okay, S- sir, listen to me. I am real, Hogwarts is real, Sev is currently popcorn and only got turned to popcorn after you did, and yes, he said that he'd come back when you did. Gave me a note about it too."

Pause. "You know, this is probably something of a shock to you. How about we go to the infirmary so that you can get a Calming Draught and sit down somewhere? Or back down to the Slytherin quarters, if you'd prefer that."

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"Of course Hogwarts is real!" Voldemort was beginning to lose his patience. "But you may very well be a figment of my imagination!" As if that were reason enough, Voldemort pulled away from Ryuuji's hands, brandishing his wand. "Don't touch me. I need to find a way to Unconfund myself."

Ignoring Ryuuji's offers completely, Voldemort tapped his head with the tip of his own wand, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Nothing happened. He opened them, and saw Ryuuji and Adam, still standing there, annoyingly existing. The only words that can sum up the expression on his face is 'Drat. Foiled again.'

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"...If you were Confounded, wouldn't you be too confused to realize it?" Ryuuji pointed out logically after a few seconds of silence, waiting for Voldemort to patiently realize that no, there was nothing wrong with him.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he pouted, brown eyes showing slight annoyance. "And I am too real. Anything you want me to do to prove it?"

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Voldemort realized the fallacy of his logic moments before Ryuuji pointed it out. However, he didn't appreciate the young man's cheek.

"You can't prove your existence to me any more than I can prove to myself that I am going insane." He need to know, though, how and why. His red eyes studied Ryuuji carefully.

"Actually, yes, you can tell me one thing. How do I get out of this... place? I have matters to attend to, and this seems like the wrong time and place."

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"You are not going insane." Ryuuji stated firmly, wishing he wasn't in disguise so that he could flip his usual black ponytail. Oh well. Sacrifices must be made. Poor ponytail, we loved you well.

Pause. "You think that it's temporal dislocation?" A pale brown eyebrow arched at that idea, Ryuuji considering it thoughtfully, "Well, if you really want to leave Hogwarts, you can. Most people don't know how they got here, except for the dimension-hoppers and the natives of this reality, so they couldn't leave, but since you don't seem to know how you got here either, you probably wouldn't know how to leave."

He frowned slightly, and bit down on his lower lip, "Plus, if you're here, then wouldn't that mean that Suneku is in your universe? What's your universe like? In this universe, Suneku's a Dark Lord-type person who has this Cause that's to do with exterminating Muggles and Mudbloods, and runs a gang called the Death Eaters. And he looks almost exactly like you, except his nails are in better condition because I gave him a manicure set as a gift." Because I like pushing my luck and find it amusing to confuse him.

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"I appreciate your opinion." The tone of Voldemort's voice suggested otherwise.

Dimension-hoppers? Voldemort couldn't believe he was hearing what he was hearing. "So--but--" He clamped down on his teeth, hard. He couldn't remember once in his lifetime that he would be lost for words and stuttering. This was totally unbecoming.

"So there is no way for me to return to my universe," Voldemort said smoothly, seemingly calmed for now. "And someone named Suneku who is definitely not me but looked and acted like me knew you." Because, of course, the real Voldemort would never accept a manicure set as a gift.

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"I'm sure you." Ryuuji's lips twitched with amusement as he shot the other a friendly grin, not allowing Voldemort's confusion to fluster him. After all, one of them had to stay sane and Ryuuji knew quite well that he wasn't Confounded or suffering from amnesia.

Running one hand through the short, brown hair that he currently had, Ryuuji canted his head to a side and pointed out logically, "I didn't say that. There are certainly people that could take you back there -- it's a school, not a prison -- but you'd need to get on their good side to have them willing to do something like that for you. And he wasn't named Suneku, I called him that. He was called Tom Marvolo Riddle when he was born, 'cause that's what his Horcrux called himself and then he called himself Lord Voldemort, but since I don't use titles with people, I called him Suneku instead."

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"I see." Voldemort seemed to consider this for a while, looking at neither Ryuuji or Adam. In that case, he needed to lay low for a while and just make friends with whoever he came across. After all, he could potentially be meeting one of those who had the ability to take him back.

Blinking once, Voldemort looked back to Ryuuji again and smirked. "He sounds like me, but I assure you, we are not the same. I doubt I would give anyone the permission to call me such."

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"Who says I asked for permission?" Ryuuji challenged in return, but playfully, laughter dancing in his eyes. Both hands sliding into his pockets, he pointed out, "At any rate, I still don't do the whole title thing. If you were a Professor again, I could call you Prof or Professor, or even sir, but Lord or King or Prince or anything like that really, really doesn't work for me. Sorry."

He didn't sound very sorry but as usual for Ryuuji, it didn't come off mocking but instead, like he was laughing at the world and inviting you to share the joke. "Titles are outdated. If you've got power, then you don't need to flaunt it, just use it."

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Since Ryuuji seemed friendly enough, Voldemort let his boldness slide by. He decided that he would much rather have Ryuuji on his side, and their former friendship could be used to their advantage. There was no way he was letting the 'Suneku' thing slide, though.

He laughed along, the sound high-pitched and probably familiar. It was his nice, amused laugh, and its slightly maniacal nature was not in any way intentional. "Well, I have to beg to differ. Titles are earned, but I do see your point. There is little recognition for my title here. You may call me simply Voldemort."

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Well, at least Sune- not-Suneku laughed in the same way, Ryuuji thought to himself. Would have been disconcerting if the two looked alike without sounding alike as well.

Ryuuji shrugged, then flashed Voldemort an easy grin, light and confident, "Titles are usually inherited, though I'll admit that the rare person gets knighted or whatever for services to the crown but it's not like you can tell them apart at first meeting or whatever."

He nodded to the idea of calling him Voldemort, then paused, tilting his head to a side reflectively, "Wait. If you're not this universe's Voldemort, then the Death Eaters in this universe don't need to take orders from you either, do they?"

Ryuuji arched a light brown eyebrow at Voldemort questioningly, realizing how very much alone this Suneku-lookalike would be.

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Voldemort would have begged to differ again-- While in this world he might not be so recognized at at a first meeting, many back in his world would flee from the mere sight of his snake-like features and red eyes. He kept silent about it though, prepared to listen rather than speak for now.

Ryuuji's question caused him to pause. "There do not seem to be many Death Eaters in this universe," Voldemort quipped, pulling the previously obtained information about the plaque from his mind. "Although it would be helpful if I knew what Death Eaters are currently residing here. I trust they would not change allegiances so swiftly despite," he waved his wand around to gesture at the air, "the circumstances."

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"Well, Draco and Narcissa are here. Though then the question is if their loyalty is to the person or to the Cause because if they didn't care about the Cause but followed Suneku because of who he was, the chances of you being able to command them are small. Otherwise, assuming you share his views, then they might work with you, or claim that because they were here longer and know this world better, they've got a better handle on how to deal with the inhabitants of this world." Ryuuji pointed out, knowing that Voldemort would have tracked them down eventually anyway. Except... he hadn't really talked to Draco lately. He'd wanted to, because he'd wanted to find out if Draco without his father would still obey his father's orders and keep away from Ryuuji, but at the same time, having Draco leave once was bad enough.

Ryuuji didn't see any point in setting himself up for pain or disappointment. Life was too short for that kind of punishing behavior -- it made more sense for him to enjoy himself while he could. So. He'd talked to Suneku about setting Draco free, had failed, and Draco had ended their friendship. Choice made, consequence chosen.

Game end.

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Voldemort scoffed at the mention of Draco and Narcissa, but he didn't bother to elaborate. They were certainly not among his prized Death Eaters, Narcissa merely being the loyal wife of one and Draco just a little price for revenge, but the Dark Lord would take any followers he had. As for them having a better handle on this world, Voldemort would not let that remain true for long.

"So this Suneku, he occupied this world before me and gathered followers." He knew Ryuuji was probably one of those followers, from the silly nickname. If there were more, it could be a decent advantage. "Would you happen to know who kept around him, or who he made acquaintances with?" His tone was calculating and devoid of any emotion.