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[eyevigilant]

[The video flips on, revealing a brief glimpse of a human form lying unconscious on the baseball field--some poor Greeter who Moody immediately Stunned by reflex upon arrival. If you paused the shot, you might see that he'd caused a fair number of burn marks and charred stains in the area, as well

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[cowboy_newsie]

Oye, oye, what the hell did you do to him!

video;

[eyevigilant]

[The sound of Moody blasting reflexively away at the NV -- which is apparently made of sterner stuff than one would've imagined -- roars through the speakers, along with a nice view of the ground. There's a quiet "Accio" and Moody growls into the NV:]

Guess this thing does work both ways, then.

video;

[cowboy_newsie]

[A long pause.]

Jesus, did you just--

You're a wizard.

video;

[eyevigilant]

[A brief pause -- but that seems to convey to Moody that you're a wizard, too. If that was enough to show him, right?

Still, if he knew about privacy functions -- or even that this comment was open -- he would lock this conversation immediately.]

That much of a surprise, boy? Granted, the American wizards I'm acquainted with don't care too much about international affairs.

video; private

[cowboy_newsie]

[Fortunately, Jack fumbles his way into making the thread private. If Moody is observant, he'll notice Jack never meets his eyes-- rather, he stares at the general place where the camera ought to be.]

We only have one other here. Jesus Christ, I never thought there'd be-- oye, what's your name? I'm Jack, Jack Kelly.

video; private

[eyevigilant]

[Moody does notice that there's something weird about this guy, but not having an idea how the technology works at all, he simply notes it and moves on. Still under the impression that Jack is a wizard, he goes on:]

The name's Moody.

[He reflects briefly for a moment. He should be dead. For all he knows, he could be dead, only everything feels alive. It felt somewhat like being dragged in by a Portkey, only...]

Who's the other?

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[cowboy_newsie]

Sirius Black. Oye, look, if you want, stop by our place, we'll explain everythin'.

video; private

[eyevigilant]

[BLINK (not that that makes a difference to his eye).

He's about to say "Sirius Black is dead", when he's brought up short again... After all, he, Moody, may very well be dead--at least, the Killing Curse hit him. What else is he supposed to conclude? If Sirius is there...]

Right. Where?

[Wherever it is, it'll take him two or three times as long as it should need to, to check out the way there, to make sure the way is safe, to check out the place when he gets there, and finally to go in, ready for traps.]

video; private

[cowboy_newsie]

Fourth district, right between the club and the liquor shop. It's hidden-- you gotta stand in front o' the fire hydrant between them and say-- oh, shit, what did we make the password-- er-- I think it's Magnificent Seven-- yeah, that's it. Just say that, the house'll appear, and the door's open.

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[eyevigilant]

[That's a familiar enough protection, though it doesn't seem like enough to Moody. But then what does? If it's properly prepared, there'll be more spells on there. And whoever gives their password out to someone they barely know--well, he assumes it must be a temporary meeting place of some kind.]

...Right, then, boy. I'll be there.

action;

[cowboy_newsie]

[There are numerous protection spells on the place, and well put too; a skilled wizard did the job. Jack is sitting on the stoop of the building (a rather large firehouse, now converted to living quarters), waiting for Moody. There are three large knives strapped to his belt, and Jack plays with the hilt of one.]

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[eyevigilant]

[After making his way through the streets (blasting a few unlucky cats on the way), Moody scans and (just in case) disables a few of the dangerous protective spells -- they can always be put back up, and you never know. Moody spots the knives from far off with his eye, and casts his own protection spell, a Shield Charm strong enough, he predicts, to deflect a knife.

A few more preparations and he does as instructed, muttering the stupid password.]

Magnificent seven.

[...And clumping up, stopping a few yards off from Jack.]

Kelly, right?

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[cowboy_newsie]

Pleased to meet ya.

[He stands, glancing around uncertainly. Hanging around his neck is a small button. As Jack presses it, a small, high-pitched noise sounds-- and immediately he turns, focusing on Moody, looking but not seeing him.]

Do you know Sirius?

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[eyevigilant]

[Whatever that is, Moody doesn't know what it is, and that means wand out immediately, pointed at that thing. Shoot first and ask questions later, yes, but seems there's time for at least one question--]

Kindly turn that off and tell me what it is before you turn it back on.

[The eye is also flicking around, staring straight at the button, trying to see what it's connected to, if anything -- though even if he could, Moody would never understand what it did, probably.]

Yeah, I know Black. We go back quite a while.

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[cowboy_newsie]

[He freezes-- and then, carefully:]

I'm blind. It helps me see. Every time it makes a noise, that helps me see.

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[eyevigilant]

[He pauses before tucking the wand back.]

Must be better ways of dealing with that. [Like getting a magical eye.]

Right. So Sirius Black is here, you say. Where?