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[OOM: Pre-Milliways: Salazar Slytherin prepares for a trip to meet his beloved Madaeze. He doesn't quite make it that far.]

Salazar Slytherin enters what he thinks is a tent in Diagon Alley. He, of course, is very wrong.

He groans heavily and turns back around to a blank wall. He isn't going home just yet.

His hands move over the wall as he murmurs some spells.

Blasted thing.

He closes his eyes and rubs his eyelids gently, his hissing low and guttural. Unless you can speak to snakes, chances are you won't understand him.

"BLASTED THING!"

Not too happy, that Salazar Slytherin.

[ooc: note to people: Plzkthnx no more threads? He'll be back tomorrow. note to self: have slow-timed with Arithon.]

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Sheppard can't help but raise an eyebrow at the weird hissing noises. "Uh...you okay there, buddy?"

"No. I am most certainly not." Salazar Slytherin waves off Sheppard's concern with an impatient snort at the wall.

"Let me guess-Bound, right? Well, speaking from personal experience...don't try to hit it."

"I am bound by nothing. I am too powerful. I am Salazar Slytherin."

That makes Sheppard pause for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "...And I'm Lt. Colonel John Sheppard. Hi. Nice to meet you." He takes a drink from his beer. "But here, the Bar is kinda the all-powerful being. If she doesn't want you to leave, you're stuck."

"No one is more powerful than I."

"...Yeah, you might want to take that up with the Bar. Maybe they have a complaint box somewhere."

"Are you trying to make me destroy you? I would not mind it in the least."

"Y'know, I'm pretty sure that's frowned on in here. I'm just saying that I think the Bar's got one up on you here."

"I am Salazar Slytherin. No one is better than I. I am the Master of this world."

This world, as in, his brain.

"...You know there's gods here, right? As in real, actual gods? I think they might argue about that. And there's the still the whole 'Bar controls everything'...thing."

Sheppard is being reminded of the Wraith, except for the fact that Salazar hasn't tried to eat him yet. It's the only point in his favor.

Salazar doesn't eat human flesh. At least, not male human flesh.

He scoffs. "The Gods are dead."

"You know that the dead are pretty active here, right?"

"I have been here but the once."

Sheppard rubs at his forehead. "...Okay, so, crash course: the dead are active here, the Bar says if you can leave or not, the universe is ending right outside that window over thre, I have no clue why there's a lake outside, and don't be surprised if you see talking candy."

Salazar sighs at Sheppard.

"Fine. Be it as you may."

He shrugs. "Just warning you. This place is weird."

Which makes you fit in just great.

"Those that do not understand power would think that."

A smirk.

"Somehow, I kinda get the feeling that stuff like the talking M&M probably doesn't have a whole lot of power...."

"Talking.." Okaaaay. This warrants a stare.

"Yeah. And she had legs. And arms. And gloves. It was kinda bizarre."

More staring. And more speech that Sheppard won't understand.

The speech makes Sheppard raise an eyebrow again. "So is that an 'I'm thinking' sound, or do you just do that out of boredom?"

"Boredom mostly. It can also be construed as my 'I am superior' sound."

Sheppard just rolls his eyes. He seems to have a talent for attracting the type. And for making them get pissed at him. "Uh huh."