(Voldemort's Unpopcorning: Open RP!)

[glory_and_all]

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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[average_adam]

Adam just happened to be passing the popcorn room at the moment that Voldemort stepped out. He blinked.

"Hallo, sir. It's nice to see you again. Not hurt or anythin' I hope?"

[dice_addict]

"Hey Adam!" Ryuuji greeted him cheerfully, still wandering around stubbornly in his David Brown guise. Remembering not to flip the hair he didn't have, he was about to comment on how he'd heard that Quidditch tryouts were starting up again, but instead got distracted by the sight of Voldemort. "Suneku! Awesome, you're back!"

He blinked, then instead tilted his head to a side and tried to look behind Voldemort, searching for Sev. After all, in his note to Ryuuji, Sev had said that he'd return to normal once Voldemort came back, so he should have come back now as well!

[glory_and_all]

Voldemort recognized one of Hogwart's second floor corridor the moment he stepped out, but was soon distracted by a voice. He spun around, wand raised, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Adam, ignoring his question. "Who are you?" The young man seemed to recognize him, and this alone was beginning to worry him. Before Adam seemed to have a chance to answer, however, a second young man joined them.

"What did you just call me?" the Dark Lord snarled at Ryuuji. He had no recollection of ever being here before... When the David Brown look-a-like tried to look behind him, Voldemort took a step back and pointed his wand at him instead. "Who are the two of you and what are you doing at Hogwarts?"

Curious enough about what Ryuuji might have been looking for, Voldemort stole a glance behind him as well and spied the plaque with names. A brief glance couldn't give him any specifics, though.

[dice_addict]

Blink. Blink. This was the first time that Ryuuji had to deal with Voldemort drawing a wand on him, though Tom had done it in the past. A flicker of thought activated the Shadows near Voldemort's feet, ready to drain him of magical ability if it looked like the man had gone insane.

Which Voldemort probably had, if he didn't recognize Adam, at least. Ryuuji couldn't blame the man for not knowing him, seeing as Ryuuji had changed practically everything about himself including how his voice sounded, but surely Adam was still memorable?

Tone one of concern, he waved at the wand with his bare hand dismissively, "Suneku -- it's your nickname. Japanese for a particular type of dangerous serpent. And I'm Ryuuji, currently in disguise -- it's a long story -- and this is Adam. We're students at Hogwarts, like you."

Cue another blink, and Ryuuji tilted his head to a side, tawny locks of hair swinging over his eyes, "Are you feeling okay? You were popcorn for quite a while."

[5000yearold]

Methos passes by the popcorning room. Seeing Voldemort's deformed visage, he makes a little "huh," sound and mutters, "Note to self, don't do dark arts unless want to end up deformed for all eternity."

[glory_and_all]

Ignoring the comment, Voldemort rounded on Methos. "And who might you be?"

[5000yearold]

"Just a student," Methos said airily. "And someone whose been around long enough to neither be impressed nor scared by you."

[glory_and_all]

"Is that so?" Voldemort offered him a simpering smile. "Brave words for a young man."

[5000yearold]

((OOC: There's a mod comment up saying that we're supposed to consider you like an applicant and not to RP yet. Has that been cleared up yet?))

[dice_addict]

((He's still frozen, thank you for checking before replying.))

[glory_and_all]

((Sorry about all the confusion!))

[bounty_coins]

Domino was walking the corridors, to have a sneaky cigarette. From a distance she could smell the butter smell of freshly popped kernals. She decides to wander down and investigate. When she is faced with the man she has to hold in a laugh.

'What the fuck are you?' she asked.

[glory_and_all]

Voldemort raised an eyebrow (or rather, he would have raised one had he any hair) and looked at Domino. "You don't recognize me?"

[bounty_coins]

'No. I have no fucking clue who you are. Should I?' She had to laugh at his weak attempt to raise his eyebrow.

[glory_and_all]

At that answer, Voldemort could only look perplexed. Was there nobody in this messed up version of his rightful home that knew him for who he was? "I suppose not," he answered himself bitterly, although it was a fit answer to Domino's question as well.

"Don't tell me you're also a Hogwarts student." His eyes swept the length of her body to take in her Muggle clothes.

[peter_hegemon]

((I couldn't resist having one egotist bent on ruling the world meet the other…))

Peter was walking down the hall, musing on the reading he had done that day, when he saw the strange figure standing there. It took him only a few seconds to realize that this strange figure must be Lord Voldemort, the self christened Dark Lord he had read so much about. He'd heard enough to know that if he were in a place where he could be killed, it would have been a good idea to turn and run.

However, he was safe here. He approached the figure and, with the kind of casualness that he knew exuded power through its very ease, he remarked, "So, you're back, then."

[glory_and_all]

((It never hurts. XD))

Voldemort turned to look, and saw a little boy standing in front of him. "So I am. What is your name?" He studied Peter intensely, trying to figure out if the boy was a mere wizard mortal or one of thos godly beings.

[glory_and_all]

((Those* Evil Dark Lord can spell, really.))

[peter_hegemon]

"Peter Wiggin," Peter said. "Hegemon of Earth," he added haughtily. He stared Voldemort down smugly. He'd read all about what he'd accomplished of course-one of the first things Peter had done at Hogwarts was immerse himself in the political history on the Wizarding World. He hadn't been particularly impressed: a man who ruled by fear could do nothing when stripped of his supporters and his ability to kill, as Voldemort was at this moment. For someone supposedly quite bright, Peter has seen very few hints that Voldemort employed the frighteningly subtle kind of manipulation employed by Achilles.