O, let me not be mad, not mad

[eyevigilant]

Who: Mad-Eye Moody and you!
When: October 21st-24th; pick a time
Where: Sector 3, by the library, or Sector 2, by the police station there
Summary: Meet a paranoid old cranky wizard scouting things out in his version of recon.
Warnings: None yet.

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Saturday 22nd | 5 minutes after library opening

[frosty_mind]

Shortly after the library opened, a blond woman steps inside. She walks in, scanning things casually but seeming extremely aware of her surroundings, and proceeds to the literature section, where she starts selecting books.

[eyevigilant]

Moody doesn't get there himself until thirty minutes after it's open, and several passes outside to check the perimeter of the building. He himself has never seen the use in literature, but he passes by that section while on the way towards the history books, a large cloaked figure that is undoubtedly bad at not drawing attention.

[frosty_mind]

The woman turns to watch him.

[OOC: I assume, given his style, that Moody's Occulumancy is excellent but obvious? What would the outside of his mind look like? Emma's not doing anything other than not closing her mental eyes, but noticing surface minds / surface shields is default.]

[eyevigilant]

With the brief but clear sensation of someone watching him, he turns immediately. It's that woman over there, and there's something decidedly familiar, though indescribable for the moment. He pauses for a moment to get a couple shelves between them while still watching her closely with his eye.

[ooc: yes, that sounds about right. I figure he would be extremely unsubtle about it -- just put up something akin to a thick brick wall.]

[frosty_mind]

[Emma doesn't physically watch him, but she tracks the location of the mindshield. Up to you if and how he'd sense that. Does his Occulumancy stop everything?]

[The woman piles her selections onto a table and leaves them, walking over to the aisle Moody is in and directly over to him. She's armed, if he can tell, but she keeps her hands in plain sight and advances directly.]

[eyevigilant]

He does notice that the woman is armed, but he simply keeps himself ready; one can't disarm everyone before talking to them.

"Can I help you?" he says in a low tone.

[ooc: Occlumency in the simpler form that he probably uses is supposed to make it appear as if his mind is empty.]

[frosty_mind]

[ooc: Hrm, based on Harry's training, Occulmency is using thoughts to form barriers?]

That voice is familiar. The mind is not. Voice is from ... "Did we speak over the NV, a month or six weeks ago?"

[eyevigilant]

And that voice, too, is familiar enough. He had heard quite a bit of it.

"Moody," he says, simply.

[ooc: As I recall it, the simpler part is emptying your mind of thoughts, particularly highly emotional ones, so that someone scanning your mind doesn't find anything to pick apart. In that stage, you can tell it's being done. The harder part is only misdirecting thoughts that you don't want to be seen, which can be undetectable to the invading mind because they're simply lies of thought. Moody is probably very capable at the first part and not particularly concerned with the second.]

[frosty_mind]

"Emma Frost. Good to meet you in person." [A short pause.] "How has the city been treating you?" [The question is deliberately general enough that he can say anything at all, or nothing of consequence, while technically answering it.]

[eyevigilant]

"As I expect it treats most of us," he says. Meanwhile, his eye whirs over her checking her for weapons. He would go on a bit more -- how he's been trying to get used to the way Darkness monsters fight and so on -- but he doesn't feel any need for it now.

[frosty_mind]

[Weapons: gun, extra ammo, pair of knives, a couple vials of stuff. I don't if he'd pick up on powers, or the fact that she moves like someone trained in hand-to-hand combat and not trying to conceal it?]

She smiles slightly. "Some have an easier time adapting than others." She looks him over thoughtfully.

[eyevigilant]

[Not powers and only a vague sense about the movement, but he takes those weapons into account.]

"Not surprising," he says gruffly. "Not everyone puts in the effort to try to be prepared properly."

[frosty_mind]

"Not everyone's from a world, time, and place where caution and preparation is a proper use of their time and effort. If there's no one potentially out to get you, caution past moderate care for accidents is paranoia." She shrugs. "Which doesn't describe my world, and I'm guessing not yours either."

"I'm actually surprised we don't have worse problems than we do with Newcomers from relatively safe backgrounds. I suppose they're a small enough percentage that most pick up at least a little sense from their acquaintances."

[eyevigilant]

"Maybe more people are less foolish than expected," he says. "Can't imagine there are so many idyllic worlds where there isn't evil to fight out there."

[frosty_mind]

"Evil to fight is in the nature of man, and a world without it wouldn't be recognizable as a place for humans. But I'd imagine there are worlds where it didn't take a violent form very often." Emma shrugs. "But while I've heard stories, this is the first world I've visited that isn't the one I was born in."

[eyevigilant]

"Yeah, me too," he says nonchalantly. "Still might not be worth believing, in my opinion."