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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Library, 21st, afternoon!

[believesbeyond]

Books were not Luna's favourite source of information. There was something rather unsatisfying about reading all about someone else's experiences and research, knowing that they would have most likely gone about it all in a very particular way to prove a certain point, or to conform to a specific point of view

[eyevigilant]

Underneath that hat, Moody's eye was scanning anyone who seemed like they were approaching. Which was making reading slightly difficult, because people took a few steps in his direction quite frequently. Even when he was in the corner (perhaps especially then, since there was the widest space for people to be moving towards him in?).

If they were actually approaching, it was usually cause to pull out his wand and then also switch locations in the library. One didn't want to just destroy books, especially not ones that might be cursed.

On this occasion, though, he recognized the person approaching. The Lovegood girl. And they called him mad. (Though they called her mad too.) So while seeming to still be scanning his book, he watched her carefully as she approached. When she was within earshot, and no one else was, he grunted a short, "Evening."

[believesbeyond]

Luna's first thought was that it was Cornelius Fudge after all - her eyes almost bugged out of her head at the realization, her mind whirring with possibilities before she managed to more accurately identify where she really knew that voice from. As soon as she did, she was ready to greet him with a pleasant smile before she remembered his warning from when they had first communicated over the journal.

While there was still a small smile on her face, she approached him a little more cautiously, her fingers moving to where she'd been storing her wand behind her ear for safekeeping. “Good evening. Can I be sure that you're really Professor Moody?” Well, she supposed that he wasn't a Hogwarts professor any longer (or had he ever been in the first place? She couldn't remember all the details), but that didn't really matter. What was in a name, anyway?

[eyevigilant]

The slightest hint of a smile emerged at that. To no avail, of course, as his face was still well-shrouded by the ludicrous hat placement.

"Not very subtle, Lovegood, but it works," he said. "Here's one thing. I never really got around to much teaching, now, so you can drop the Professor if you like."

He paused again. "And kindly put your wand somewhere it won't blast your brains out if it ignites."

Library | 10/22 | 1300

[makes_asteroids]

Erik was carefully balancing a books - mostly history books and pharmacology texts, his backpack full, and the others in two piles, held together with book straps, while juggling a cup of coffee. He had a few more books to find but most looking for a place to lay down what he currently had.

He spots someone - the Moody character, he believed, moving frequently. It made him on edgy and pause to lean against a while and watch. Moody and the others in the library with a critical eye.

[eyevigilant]

Moody is reading a history text about the Port's establishment himself, but his attention is very quickly drawn when he spots the older man who looks more dangerous than average to his trained eye. He scans him quickly with his magical eye, checking the backpack first, then the other books, for hidden weapons of some kind, before returning to his book.

A few minutes later, though, he realizes that the man is watching him, now. He wonders if it's that man he'd talked to over the NV a month ago -- perhaps, as that man seemed likely to fit this description. Regardless, he'll very intentionally move out of sight of the older man behind a shelf, and see what happens next.

[makes_asteroids]

Erik does have weapons - a switch-blade inside his back right pocket, a pair of six inch carbon black throwing knives inside his left boot snug against his calf, a bracelet woven of silver and iron similar to survival straps, and a tool pick, comprised of surgeon's tools and dentist's tools in a pack on his right tight, inside an inner hidden pocket complete with a couple packs of gloves, an improvised and legal alternative to lock picks.

He watched as Moody walked behind a shelf. But wooden bookshelves and paper books did little to block his other types of sight he had, and if ambient xrays weren't as detailed as other types vision but enough for him to track Moody.

[eyevigilant]

Moody notes the weapons and the general preparedness -- though he doesn't recognize all of the Muggle tools or their purposes, knives are fairly clear everywhere.

He starts flipping through his NV, to confirm his hunch -- see if the past NV transmissions match the description of the man, after which he'll start approaching him directly.

Near Police Station, 10/23, after sirens

[littlelostjet]

Starscream knows better than to speed past the police station. The white sports car slows down further just in case, muttering all the while. "Not even half my original power...dirty...wet... and those disgusting, insolent little creatures...if I was...and then..."

On and on.

He's wary...ish. He just loves monologuing so much.

[eyevigilant]

Moody's attention is immediately drawn when he hears what appears to be an automobile talking. But not as much as others' might; He's seen cars before, and though he's never seen them enchanted to speak, it isn't, he supposes, out of the realm of possibility.

Still, what would be the point if someone weren't inside? And that's the odder thing, isn't it?

[littlelostjet]

Maybe it was the lack of decent rest in the past weeks but Starscream was suddenly on edge.

Someone was watching him. He just knew. Because every time he started talking to himself someone inevitably snuck up on him. Somehow. And he hated that. Hated it.

Cars can't twitch, so instead he transforms. Now there's a nervous, 27ft/8m tall robot with a glowing red laser cannon on its right arm, scanning the darkness for a perceived (real?) threat.

[eyevigilant]

Moody's narrow watch on the (whatever it was) becomes narrower still as it goes into some other form. Wordlessly, he starts to cast or renew his Shield Charm and other protection charms.

This new form didn't explain why it was talking to itself, of course. Darkness monsters didn't tend to look like this, but there was no safety in assumptions.

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.]

outside police station, 24th, late afternoon!

[atrumcanis]

[Oh, what the hell.

Most times when going to work, it's easiest to Apparate to some area just outside of the bar and then stroll in. Or there's always the flying motorbike, or half a hundred other more interesting ways to get to work, but today Sirius had elected to walk. Which is perfectly all right, walking is enjoyable--and it takes him past the police station, and he'd thought perhaps to duck in and see Re-l, if she was in, just for a moment--

And here's that mad old bloke, standing outside and glaring at everyone. He blends in about as well as a half-lame pitbull among poodles. And Sirius could simply walk on by, but--

He sidles up to Moody instead, skeptically.]

Expecting someone?

[eyevigilant]

[Moody doesn't turn towards him, though it's easy to tell that he is nevertheless watching him with that eye.]

Spotted you a couple blocks away, Black. You always sidle up like that to people that you know are ready to blast intruders?

[atrumcanis]

[He rolls his eyes and stops a bit of a distance off, leaning against a wall. Not that he isn't ready to do something, should this madman... do... something. It's not a very specific plan, but he has his wand, and that's enough.

Right.]

Oh, is that what you're preparing to do? Sorry, it looks to me as if you're just lurking outside a public building, you should have announced otherwise.

[eyevigilant]

[Moody grunts in response, and then adds, for his benefit:] No worries. You're clear for the moment.

And who might you be coming here for?