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[hallowedhorcrux]

Characters: Lord Voldemort & Open
Date: The month of July - specify if it is important for your character.
Location: All over. He has a rather quick way to travel.
Situation: Searching for signs of spell-work and/or weaknesses left by a certain deceased deity.
Warnings/Rating: Voldemort. Is there a rating for creepy?

Brooms were of no use to one who could fly without them. To those with keen eyes, shadows might streak across the sky now and then, appearing as inky black smoke or a strange mist. Should one summon the bravery to follow said shadows, they would inevitably find Lord Voldemort landing (usually in locations that offered him cover), appearing as if he was searching for something.

His steps were quick and he waved his wand before him, gaze shifting from one inanimate object to another. What was he doing? Why did he seem so frustrated?

This was not like any Magic he had encountered before and that was both curious and irritating. As such, there was debris in his wake from objects - sometimes trees and rocks - that he had shattered or destroyed in his anger. Furthermore, a hiss or a high-pitched whisper could be heard, reciting spells - Latin to those trained in languages - as he passed over areas he deemed promising.

Don't worry, you're not hearing things.

Comments

[schrodingersghost]

In Danny's experience, strange clouds of colored smile or mist usually meant a ghost was up to trouble. (He still hadn't mastered the ability himself. He tended to get stuck halfway.)

Even though this particular one wasn't setting off his ghost sense, it was still enough to get him curious. He goes invisible and follows behind until it lands.

[hallowedhorcrux]

Voldemort had been a ghost once; a state he did not want to repeat. Ghosts were limited - they could possess, but using Magic was tiresome and, most of the time, impossible. While many would think his new body hideous, it was the perfect vessel for his powers.

As he landed, the shadows gathered around him, forming his robes. The hood of his robe was up, however that did not hide his pale, spidery hands as they gripped his Yew wand.

The tip of said wand glowed and he made ornate motions with it.

[schrodingersghost]

"Dude, now that is seriously creepy with three e's. And I'm saying that as a ghost. Did you pick the grim reaper look on purpose?"

As he speaks Danny shifts into visibility.

[hallowedhorcrux]

His irritation mounted and he lowered his wand, glancing over his shoulder. A pair of crimson eyes would make an assessment of Danny from within the shadows of the hood.

"There is no such thing as the Grim Reaper."

[schrodingersghost]

Danny was still floating several inches above the ground. In the darkness, the faint ghostly glow that always surrounded him was more obvious than ever.

"That was a joke. Hence the looks like reference?"

[hallowedhorcrux]

He turned fully to face Danny, brows raised in mock curiosity.

"There might be some resemblance. The reference would not be entirely incorrect." he smirked. He was fully aware of the tale where Death met the three Peverell brothers, but he refused to believe it could be such a tangible thing; a presence as it were.

Besides, he could - would - control it.

"You are solid for a ghost."

[schrodingersghost]

"So they tell me round here. So what?" Danny shrugs.

[hallowedhorcrux]

"It is an...oddity." he wondered if there was more to it, "Is that common for your world?"

[schrodingersghost]

"Oh yeah, I'm totally normal." Which was not quite true, but whatever. This guy hadn't been asking if he was half-human after all.

"Back home, ghosts are as solid as they feel like being."

[hallowedhorcrux]

A stubborn teenager ghost; just his luck. He looked around casually before smirking, faintly amused.

"Anger and other passionate, fiery emotions can make that easier in my experience."

[schrodingersghost]

"Pass. I've met the kind of the ghost does that, and they're usually terrible conversationalists."

[hallowedhorcrux]

"You approached me." he would not point out the irony, "Once I was such a ghost."

[schrodingersghost]

"I get bored easily."

[hallowedhorcrux]

"I would expect little else from an uneducated teenager."

[schrodingersghost]

"You're seriously rude, you know that?"

[peridiot]

Peridot could see the strange smoke, and had decided to follow it, because it had to lead to something interesting, right?

She found the weird pale guy. Interesting indeed.

"Uh...what're you looking for?"

[hallowedhorcrux]

Well hello there, green lady. He watched her, vaguely curious, smiling thinly at her inquiry.

"Signs of spell-work." it was a simple answer, but the task was complex, "Great Magic leaves a trace."

[peridiot]

"What kind of trace?" Peridot was always interested in learning new things, and she looked curious. "And what makes Great Magic different from, you know, regular magic?"

[aprettyflyboy]

[Poe spotted the shadows by pure chance, he was looking at the sky and wishing he had his ship with him. No cloud moved like that and it got his attention.

He had heard rumours of a mysterious child apparition that showed up from time to time and, not being sure if this was one of those, decided to follow the dark shadows to investigate. Instead of a child, what he saw was a hissing...man? It walked straight, at least. Would he disappear too, if Poe waited?]

[hallowedhorcrux]

The opposite would happen, in fact. Voldemort moved silently, with a deadly grace, crimson eyes fixed on Poe. He stopped a short distance from the man, both brows raised.

"Are you spying?" the question was phrased with faint amusement, yet if Poe admitted to wanting to spy, Voldemort's temper would surely rear its head.

[aprettyflyboy]

"I would need to be working for someone to be a proper spy." Which wasn't really an answer on itself but Poe spoke politely and shown no intentions to attack the other man. Let's go with man.

"I thought you were that mysterious child ghost people of the city had been talking about."

[hallowedhorcrux]

"Are you?" no, he wasn't paranoid. Why would you think that? But one didn't live as a Dark Lord for long without taking necessary precautions.

"I am far too old to be a child." his teeth flash, skeletal.

[aprettyflyboy]

"No, I'm actually a pilot. Without a ship, currently, but that doesn't change the fact I was made to be in the sky." Course not, simply questioning and not paranoia talking. Of course, Poe had been a spy for General Leia back in his world but here things were different.

Poe flashes him a smile back, not really too worried. He's seen plenty of unusual looking people all around the galaxy, scary looks do little for him. "I can tell. Quite the interesting abilities you got too, though. I know they can shapeshift, are you a Kedan then?"

[hallowedhorcrux]

Were they? Voldemort never trusted words as the truth until he did research for himself. Even then, he questioned them. He questioned loyalty. He questioned everyone. A serpent that taught other serpents how to best use their fangs could not sleep easy.

"Kedan?" the word was phrased like it was an insult, "I am not native." he swept debris aside with one wave of his hand, "We have spoken, though you did not see me."

He was almost daring Poe to say something about his appearance. Many were eager to point it out - as if he was somehow unaware.

"I am Lord Voldemort."

[aprettyflyboy]

To Poe, at least. He had his own war to fight back in his world, here the threat of the First Order was still present but it could not become as worrisome. He's been uneasy, though. Poe never knew how to stay still for long and not being able to get back home and take care of things, not being able to fly, got on his nerves.

"My mistake then." recognition settled on Poe's face and he recalled the conversation. The voice sure was the same. "I remember now. Pleasure to meet you, sir, I'm Poe Dameron. I see you were not boasting when you mentioned your magic."

[hallowedhorcrux]

"That?" he glanced at remnants of the small spell he had performed, smirking, "That was nothing. Petty Magic."

Useful, perhaps, but it wasn't the sort he had spent his life acquiring. Raising his wand, he smiled thinly.

"I channel most of my spells through this; my wand. It is made of Yew and Phoenix Feather." and one day - soon - he would hold another wand - the Elder Wand. That was if he could free himself of this prison.

[aprettyflyboy]

“I suppose that it feel like that for someone powerful and versed in the art.” Not his case. Obviously, he’s never seen people moved that way before this. This sounds too much like the stories he heard while growing up and he looks at the wand with interest.

“It’s the first time I see one of those too. Its power depends on what are they made of, or…? We have Corosian phoenixes in my world. Beautiful creatures, really hard to spot.”

[no_light]

Kylo's attention had been attracted by the cloud of dark smoke, but more yet by the sheer darkness and malice he could sense through the Force.

For all that he himself was of the Dark Side, it made him wary to approach the man he had spoken to only once on the network, his hand remained close to his lightsaber as he approached him.

"Have you found a magic worth of your time?"

[hallowedhorcrux]

"Not yet." the response came as a chill whisper - was this a man or a wraith? Voldemort was somewhere in-between in truth. His soul was certainly not intact despite the strange ring on his finger.

"I have only begun." with the sound of blade cutting through the air, he revealed his long Yew wand, "Your weapon... Draw it."

[no_light]

Kylo Ren bristled both at the order and the threat it implied, but he pointedly did not ignite his saber. "Or what?" he demanded, scorn in his voice. "I'm not here to fight you."

Ridiculous, of course, him of all people refusing to fight. But if this wraith-like man wanted him to fight, it was reason enough to deny him... for as long as he could control his own temper, anyway.

[shroudofgray]

Yorda had been wading through a stream, seemingly oblivious to the cold, and fish for flat, smooth stones for her sling when a nearby tree burst into smoke and splinters.

She jolted, falling backwards into the shallow water as she felt the explosion of power far more keenly than she saw or heard it. Gathering her little sack of stones, she pulled on a gray cloak and darted through the underbrush to the source of the commotion.

It was slow going - she didn't want to be seen or heard, and the gray cloak helped in that regard. And so did her months in Keeliai that had seen her grow more nimble and sure on her feet, but she was still young and her time locked in a cage hadn't exactly left her a beacon of physical prowess.

She moved slowly through the tangle of weeds and bushes, fumbled for a stone for her sling and loaded it. The source of the strange power was... a man. Human, by all accounts. But his light was strange.

It took Yorda a moment to recognize him as someone she'd spoken to on the network. She emerged from the brush, quiet as a shadow, still clutching her sling.

"Why are you destroying things?" She called.

[hallowedhorcrux]

A tree was a tiny sacrifice in the face of his anger and frustration. Voldemort knocked it down with nary a glance in its direction, thin lip curling in disdain. Magic left footprints. No spell was there one moment and gone the next. It took time for such things to fade - and even with long amounts of time, he should be able to find a trace.

Yorda would not find him in the best mood. Her question further irritated him and he forced himself to take a breath before answering:

"I destroyed nothing important." when he turned to face her, she would find herself under the gaze of two crimson eyes, "Why are you so far from civilization?"

[shroudofgray]

"All things are important," Yorda countered, meeting his red eyes with her own pale, pupil-less stare. The sheer rush of power had alarmed her. The use to which he was putting it even more-so.

"And I go where I want. I wanted to collect stones today and practice with the sling."

But then he hadn't really answered her question. Months of freedom had emboldened her.

"Why are you destroying things?" She asked again, lowering the sling and putting the stone back in the little knit pouch.

[sexysunglassess]

Voldy knows teleportation is a thing, yes? Hyuuga does, and as a Warsfeil, he has this skill perfected. And Hyuuga is curious by nature so when he sees something from one of the windows in his little house, he gotta go explore and the fastest way is by teleporting. Excuse the pajama (but at least he brought his katana). There's a crunch as he bites on a lollipop.

"What kind of game are you playing?"

[hallowedhorcrux]

Apparation was a little more complicated than teleportation (in that one needed complete control and they were usually invisible (i.e. moving too fast for the human eye to see) when moving from place to place). Voldemort, however, was not currently using Apparation. He was simply flying. Once he landed, he frowned at Hyuuga.

"I do not play games."

[sexysunglassess]

Flying was cool too, it wasn't something that Warsfeil couldn't do. Unless you counted the times Kuroyuri kicked Hyuuga down from high buildings as flying.

"You don't? Even though it's fun to play games?" Is he a I don't do fun person or something? Well, he has already decided to teach Ren-chan how to have fun (and is trying to make him hang out with him by harassing him) so why not do the same with this guy.