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[dark_imperio]

And here we have a Peril Mulciber -- a man that the community is likely familiar with but who is not at all familiar with the community and who is hiding confusion and anger behind a bland and vaguely friendly mask.

Sly? Roddy?

He's a bit different than he was before -- his hair is longer, braided but tucked back into his coat, and his face is

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[totally_rab]

*stares*

Peril?

Dude!

Dude, what happened to you? Everyone else has shown up old, like I've been dead for 20 years already. You don't look a day older! You sold your soul to a new devil, or what?

[dark_imperio]

... Regulus. *is not so confused and disoriented that he'll ask Regulus what's going on*

[totally_rab]

OOC: Awwwww. That's low, man.

Yeah, man, it's me. Dead means nothing in this place. Not too shabby.

So what happened to you? Did you die, too? I swear you look the same as the day I copped it.

[dark_imperio]

OOC: I'm so sorry. *giggle* I adore Rab, but M hates him.

... *DAMN, SO NOT COOL* I was not informed if I did.

[dracoslytherin]

*frowns at him, looks him up and down and says snippily, disguising his relief at seeing Peril* What in Salazar's name happened to you?

[dark_imperio]

*starts to snip back and just -- watches Draco, trying to figure out who he is, because he's not Lucius and he's not Narcissa but he looks just like them -- but Draco's ickle* ... Excuse me? *politely, even*

[dracoslytherin]

*mutters* Not you too...

*notices the way he's being looked at* You don't even know who I am, do you?

[dark_imperio]

*still politely* I do not.

[_r_lestrange]

*freezes and stares at him for several moments* ...Per? You're not... dead. But you're-- you look... *starestarerevolution*

Typist: Roddy so wins at eloquence. XD

[dark_imperio]

*yes, the sauve DE is just going to stare*

[_r_lestrange]

... *going to take a deep breath, step forward, and pull him into a tight hug, clinging as though he might disappear again at any moment*

[dark_imperio]

... Roddy. *can't help clinging even though omgwtf*

[mostgiftedwitch]

On her way back from work, she passes through the Mansion where she spots Peril. She stops to take a second look, not bothering to hide the fact that she spotted him -and recognized him- while at the same time not moving any closer.

OOC: Feel free to delete if that is preferred!

[dark_imperio]

He doesn't notice for a moment, but when he does he looks right back at her, no sign of recognition in his face. His voice is decidedly cooler than the one with which he has spoken to Draco.

Can I help you?

OOC: No, actually, this is fine! I've been looking for you to tell you she can react any way you want her to. XD

[mostgiftedwitch]

Her eyebrows go up in surprise. But, having worked for Feanor for so long, she knows all about frosty voices, and so matches his as she replies.

The last time I checked, I was given eyes to look. So pardon me if I do so when I think I see someone I know.

[dark_imperio]

His voice is mildly irritated now, but more at the world in general than at her.

Another one? Why in Merlin's name do I know nothing about this?

[it_took_five]

Gideon Prewett apparates into the room and studies Mulciber avidly for a moment. His face is clouded with a combination of disgust and anger and he fiddles with the wedding ring on his left hand.

You bastard, I ought to kill you.

Then he turns to go.

[dark_imperio]

Ah, a face he knows -- alive, just like Rabastan, and just as unfortunately.

Prewett -- pity we got to you first.

[it_took_five]

Stops. Frowns.

We all come back here. Lucky for you.

[dark_imperio]

The bloody hell are you on about, Prewett?