[The feed comes on to Snape kneeling by a headless, partially wrapped up body, carefully collecting some of the dark, dripping blood into a bottle. He's careful not to get any of it on himself, and those who can see clearly in the fading light will notice that his traditional cloak and robes are gone, replaced with well fitted pants and a shirt. ( Read more... )

[Those who have had the mind left to pay attention to the network despite the constant bombardment of songs would have noticed that there were a series of voice posts with only various songs playing and recorded. Those who had already seen Snape around the network will have recognized them as the songs that have been accompany Snape whenever he ( Read more... )

[There's a mirror when the PCD comes on this time, and Snape is standing in front of it. His robes aren't buttoned up to his chin like they normally are, and are instead undone to reveal his pale neck. A pale neck with a very prominent, very ugly, very deep mess of scars etched onto the right side of it. The wizard runs a finger along the jagged ( Read more... )

[There... is a lot of shattered glassware and a cowering warp stalker when the PCD turns on. It's like a tornado's blown through the place and rent everything apart. And indeed one has, in the shape of one Severus Snape who's standing in the middle of it all. He actually doesn't look that different from normal, really, except for the fact that if ( Read more... )

[When the PCD comes on, it's obviously come on because Snape wanted it to. He's seated in a wing chair, legs crossed, his usual Potions Master robes transfigured into robes that seem to be made of much better quality and much darker.

Or perhaps that's just the feeling coming off of Snape. He looks much colder, much more arrogant and much more ( Read more... )

[This is Snape. In the middle of the jungle. Still dressed in his black robes. Still buttoned up to his chin. In hot and humid weather ( Read more... )

[There are a lot of fallen trees and charred remains of now unidentifiable monsters in the Wastes today, courtesy of many horrified and angry people. Snape is one of them, and from the looks of it, he's been at this for a while. And by a while, one means from ever since he woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a disgustingly familiar house, surrounded by ( Read more... )

[Snape's hair is pulled back and he appears to be in the kitchen of the Marauder's flat, moving around it familiarly, skillfully dicing and chopping and combining things together in the pots and pans, with T-chan trotting along with him, helping him cook and keeping Erebus out of the kitchen so that the warp stalker doesn't get into any of the food ( Read more... )

[Snape doesn't seem affected by recent disappearances. At least not much. Maybe he hasn't noticed yet as all his attention seems to be fixed on the cauldron-full of potion in front of him. It's only when he finally looks up after extinguishing the flames that he spots the PCD, dark eyes narrowing in annoyance before he reaches over to turn the ( Read more... )

[Snape, is not particularly amused. In fact, his mood is of the particularly, unamused, tea-in-hand-because-he-was-woken-up-entirely-too-early, one-year-older-now variety. Oh yes, one year older, it is indeed his birthday today.]Snow falling onto my head then into my potion was not how I would have enjoyed beginning a day. Nor is a snowball fight ( Read more... )