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[nexmosnonlucror]

Characters: Tom Riddle [nexmosnonlucror] and FRIENDS!
When: Late Tuesday evening, November 21st.
Where: An empty lot in Adstringendum. And then the streets. And then everywhere.
Rating: R for violence.
Summary: The Animus fucked with Tom's head one too many times. Voldemort is wandering about. And he's not very happy.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[He stops walking for a moment, to look at the kitten, eyes following it in front of him before he looks back at the girl. He doesn't recognize her -- and his lips press together in slight annoyance at being interrupted, but he doesn't make a move. Not yet.]

The Animus are waiting for me. I have an appointment.

[nexmosnonlucror]

I'm more than capable of taking care of myself.

[His eyes flicker toward the cat -- and with a flick of his fingers, the cat can no longer move its jaw.]

Thank you for the concern.

[siriuslymagical]

Whatever was going on with Tom, or maybe he was finally going to start going by Voldemort, Sirius was sure whatever it was wouldn't be good. His post had clearly indicated that something had snapped inside of him. And knowing who Tom would grow up to be, Sirius knew that the threat he had at the end of his message wasn't something that should be ignored. It wasn't just a threat, it was a promise

[nexmosnonlucror]

Tom was silently walking down the street, his hands buried deep in his pockets -- and as he walked, he was deadly focused on his mission.

The Animus. The ones inside his head. It was his head, and no one else's, and how dare they tell him he was insane? He was a genius. The greatest wizard of their age. They had crossed a line.

So when Sirius came upon him, he didn't pay any attention. An insect. Who truly cared. He was no match for Lord Voldemort.

[siriuslymagical]

When the other man came into view, Sirius had to hold back the urge to just transform into his dog form and rip his throat out with his teeth. He had learned in his last fight that just charging in like that wasn't a good idea. He may not win this fight, but he didn't want it to be over in just a few seconds.

Though in order to fight, his opponent had to actually acknowledge him, something Tom wasn't doing at all.

"Oi! You said you wanted to show me what insanity was, show me how much of a loony you really are, Tom."

[nexmosnonlucror]

There was a pause, at the voice, before Tom stopped completely in his tracks, not quite looking at Sirius. Instead, the teenager spoke to a tree -- because that was far more interesting than Sirius Black.

"I have nothing to do with whatever it is you're pissed off about," Tom said coolly. "Stay out of my way."

[medicatus]

[ There was chaos everywhere, Morgana knew. People were hurting and there was danger.

She had seen it. Her dream came two nights ago and she knew chaos will happen.

She also knew what she needed to do. She felt the magic in her body -- but relaxed it as she pulled her hood over her head.

It all came down to this. Whispered words of old magic in a woman's voice in her dreams, she now knew who she is, knew who she'll be.

But destinty can screw itself. Today she had things to do. The Lady Morgana set out towards the chaos dresses in the deep red of the Pendragon house.

It was time to end it. ]

[snarkypotions]

[Morgana would run into Snape half-way there. Well, more come upon rather than run into as the man was sitting against a tree, looking worse than normal. Parts of his black robes had dark patches on them due to the blood from his wounds, and one of his legs was sticking out at an odd angle before a sharp tap had it bound up in a cast and partially healed. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his midsection already, with the help of Hermione, who had found him unconscious due to the aftermath of his trying to stop Tom.

But Snape had dismissed her almost as soon as he felt he could manage on her own, not needing her nearby to play the hero or insist that he was in no shape to follow after the Dark Lord. He needed to be stopped, and Snape was the best one to do so.

So there he was, taking yet another pain reliever and a blood replenishing potion.]

[medicatus]

[ Even if he is managing on his she'll still rush into sitting infront of him, obviously concerned. ]

-- I'll take you to the clinic.

[snarkypotions]

No.

[It comes out as a rasp, both from the pain and his eventual caving in to screaming under the Cruciatus. Yet he's still hauling himself up, gingerly placing some weight on his broken leg as he downs a Pepper-Up potion.]

He needs to be stopped.