(Voldemort's Unpopcorning: Open RP!)

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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 way, when suddenly he found himself standing in a room full of... popcorn kernals.

Stepping gingerly out of his slightly raised pedestal with his wand drawn out, Voldemort moved between the glass cases, inspecting each and every one of them suspiciously. This had to be some sort of dream or trick of the senses. Everything certainly felt very real, including that buttery scent that was clinging to every fiber of his robes.

Confident there was no one else in the room and spying an exit, Voldemort stepped outside.

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"The lot they'd accept these days," Voldemort muttered underneath his breath. "And what species are you? Ageless immortal with an unclean mouth?"

[bounty-coins.livejournal.com]

'And what the fuck do you mean by that, asshole.' She said stepping forward.

'I'm a human and I'll get fucking old and my mouth is fucking cleaner than you could ever dream of being.'

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"Nothing unpleasant," Voldemort replied and stepped back, inclining his head toward Domino. He flashed her a smile full of yellow teeth.

"Merely that you have quite a mouth for someone who isn't going to live forever."

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'And who the FUCK wants to live forever asshole. How can that be fucking fun. What would be the point in taking risks or living in the moment. It'd be a hole fucking bore.'

She growled and her hand was firmly clutched to her nunchucks.

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Voldemort let out a high-pitched chuckle. "When you can live forever, what can stop you from taking risks and living in the moment every second of your life?" he pointed out.

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Was this guy real? God, he had no fun in him.

'Because where the fuck is the thrill of not knowing what could happen to you. The adreneline when you hold your gun up, and they have one too and it's a matter of his life or yours. That fucking awesome sensation of knowing that anything could happen to you.'

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"Ah, so you like living on the edge, then. A worthy pastime for a young Muggle, but for an older man like me--" He gestured to himself in a humble manner, "--I would much rather know that despite the outcome, death is out of the question."

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A sort of evil grin came over her face and she laughed.

'Oh, so you're a coward. Cowards are fun to play with. You must love it here because you can't die. This is the perfect home for you, coward.' She said, stepping forward everytime she said coward.

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"Coward?" Voldemort didn't step back this time, but rather threw back his head and laughed, not unlike Domino. "You are quite cheeky for one who has not even heard of me and my capabilities. I must admire your audacity."

Voldemort flashed Domino yet another grin. "Why, I must also thank you for your generous hospitality. But perhaps this home isn't that great for you. No death, no excitement, no fun, am I correct?"

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Staring him straight in the face she said, 'I don't give two fucks what you are capable of. Just like you probably don't care about me. But I put fear into the most important people in the muggle world. I don't care if I don't put fucking fear into you; but you don't even make me shiver at all. Except maybe because of how fucking gross you look.'

The tone of voice had changed from a sarcastic tone to one with audible anger.

'And I will have fun. There are ways round the rules.'

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Yes, not being able to kill anyone did have its drawbacks-- a mere flick of his wand would have ended this annoying Muggle's rambling, but Voldemort had to settle for just looking politely bored as he waited for her to end her tirade.

"Apologies, I seemed to have hit a nerve. You are right, of course, there are always ways around the rules."

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'You didn't hit any of my nerves. Fucking wanker. Back home, I kill people like you for less than shit.'

The fact he wasn't intrigued or terrified by her made her wonder; maybe he just didn't feel emotions. If he'd lived so long, maybe he had forgotten what living actually felt like. All of these possibilities replayed in her mind as she continued to hold his stare.

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Back home, Voldemort wouldn't be wasting time even talking to a Muggle. But times change.

"A pity we're both not back home, then. I'd gladly challenge you to a duel under different circumstances." Voldemort chuckled again. It wouldn't be much of one, he'd imagine, even if it did happen.

"Since we haven't been properly introduced, I am Voldemort. And you are?"

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'But obviously you're too coward to challenge me to the sort of duel which you can't use magic. You'd fucking shit it if I were to challenge you, mate.'

'And I'm Domino Harvey. But it's just Domino, yeah.'

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"Oh, but where is the fun in no magic?" Voldemort quipped, not unlike the manner in which Domino accosted him earlier, although with much less bitchiness and far more amusement.

"Domino, then. A pleasure." Voldemort thought about holding his hand out, pausing. Why not. It hovered in front of Domino, white and cold and creepy-looking.

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'There's a lot of fun in not using magic; I'd gladly show you, Voldemort.'

She then seen him offer his hand. She stood with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised. She hadn't taken a single hand offered to her since she arrived, why should she begin now?

She continued to stare into his harsh eyes; just staring.

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"Perhaps when the time is right," Voldemort said while nodding, accepting her offer.

When it was rather obvious that his hand wasn't about to be taken, Voldemort retracted it promptly. "I take it you don't make friends easily, Domino. Wise choice."

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She growled. 'I make the right sort of friends. And I take my time in doing so. What if I'm fucking careful with my choices. It's how I'm so fucking successful.'

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Voldemort inwardly smirked. On the surface he may be trying to befriend everyone, but that was exactly it--just on the surface. Friends are the first steps toward vulnerability, and he would never make that tragic mistake.

"Successful, are you? You must have made only right sort of friends, then, because the wrong sort of ones... Well, they hamper successfulness."

((OOC: Sorry for interrupting this, but are you on IRC? I'm having trouble logging on.))