oo1. [Accidental Video]

[the_noble_black]

[The video feed clicks on with a wet, sopping sound. The sound of waterlogged fabric slipping along itself. There's a resounding thud as the figure crashed to the floor. It's hard to see, at first- whirling, obscuring robes, collapsing in on itself, water flung off of fabric and skin and blurring the camera

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[Oh, Tom recognizes that mark, in a heartbeat. Severus wears it. And Tom immediately straightens in his chair, though he thinks to turn on a filter when he turns on his PCD, staring almost intensely at the boy through the screen.]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[The boy is strictly familiar, but he is, at the same time. A vague memory of that ridiculously stupid event with the gravestones, oh -- his name is somewhere within his catalog of people he couldn't care less about, but none of that matters, because Tom speaks suddenly.]

Death Eater.

[And Tom narrows his eyes slightly into the feed.]

What is your name?

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[the_noble_black]

[He's still- desperately trying to get his bearings, spewing water out of his lungs, his fingers clutching desperately at the floor, the fabric, his hair in his eyes. Regulus stills after a long moment, before slowly lifting himself up, shaking, moving to wipe the hair from his eyes and accidentally smearing blood from his hands across his face as he does so.

He doesn't realize the PCD is what's making the noise, and he's in what he can only assume to be some kind of afterlife. At the first words, his eyes dart fearfully toward his forearm before he covers it up with his sleeve, as if he could hide it from the voice from nowhere.

He answers though, because if it is some kind of reaper or angel or something, he might as well he truthful.]

R-regulus Black.

[His teeth are chattering together, he tries to pull his sopping wet robes about him.]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[ ... oh, that is actually kind of hilarious. Sirius will be pissed. That makes Tom delighted.

But his expression remains level, neutral. He figures it's only a matter of time before someone spills his gig, but he doesn't feel like sharing and caring today.]

Tom Riddle, of the Slytherin house.

What happened?

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[the_noble_black]

I'm... alright.

[Quiet, fraught with disbelief.]

[Video] [a few hours later]

[the_noble_black]

I'm- with someone, actually. Some things have been explained.

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[the_noble_black]

[The response comes after he's able to get at least a little of his bearings. Regulus has now realized that the voices are coming from the box and that he was supposed to talk back into it.]

Who's this?

[His voice is still a little slurred, his hands still shaking.]

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[the_noble_black]

Regulus-

[He's still trying to calm his breathing, wiping the blood from his lips.]

Regulus Black, what's a Potter doing- [What the bloody hell is a Potter doing here? It didn't make sense.]

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[snarkypotions]

[Oh.

He knows that mark, but more importantly, he knows that boy. It has been quite a long time since he's seen his friend housemate, and the way he's arrived at Adstringendum doesn't leave much room for imagination as to what was happening right before this.

And besides, the week with the gravestones and the fog had been quite... enlightening.]

Regulus. [His voice is slightly deeper, more sure, more developed, yet still very recognizable. As is that nose and hair.] There should be a Muggle device near you, press the large button on the top of it.

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[the_noble_black]

[He's going to spend a few long moments trembling anyway, looking up from behind his soaking bangs, eyes searching for where the voice was coming from- or where the Muggle device actually was.

He found it after a few minutes of fumbling and presses the button on the top of it, his eyes squeezing shut as he sends Snape his coordinates- an abandoned building, unsafe for residency, but not quite in danger of collapsing yet.]

S-Severus? [His voice is hoarse, broken.] Where are you, I can't-

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[snarkypotions]

I will be there soon. In the meantime... breathe.

[And by soon, he means in about thirty seconds. Enough time for him to gather necessary potions and have Erebus bring him to the building.]

Injuries?

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[the_noble_black]

[He tries to breathe- it hurts- but he forces himself, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for Severus. Wherever he was, Regulus wasn't quite sure- all of this was so foreign, so strange, it hurt.

And then Severus was there, and it was all he could do to look up at the man, his eyes slightly wide. Severus was old- at least twenty years older from the last time they had met. What happened? Why was he- Regulus' head hurt and the potion that he'd drank still coursed through his veins, clouding his head with hazy regrets and apologies.]

Severus, I need... [He reaches up a hand- bloody where the nails had been ripped off- to try and grab at the other man's robes. He's soaked, shivering, desperate.] Water, please-

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[bellusprincesse]

[This is an awful thing to see when you decide to browse the network.]

Oh, are you okay!? Do you need help?

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[the_noble_black]

Yes, I-

[A few deep breaths. His voice is still hoarse.]

Someone from my world has found me.

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[bellusprincesse]

[She frowns just a bit, not really sure if he is okay or not.]

Did they take you to the clinic then?

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[the_noble_black]

No, I don't want to meet... [A pause, as Regulus shakes his head.] -he's helping me.