War Dogs, Fighting Dogs

I used to be a better man. But the regret came, and here I am. My blood is tainted with bitterness. Alastor Moody | Pureblood | Twenty-Eight | Top auror | Order member

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The duel resumes || Rodolphus & Alastor

Rodolphus released a malicious snarl when he caught sight of him. Alastor Moody, he who had very nearly overpowered Rodolphus during the battle which left the Order utterly defeated, forced to live in the muggle world. Rodolphus had escaped his curse by a mere hair. It had been a close call, closer than Rodolphus had ever known; far too close for his liking. Rodolphus was ever superior on the battlefield and he intended to keep it that way. He left the battlefield that day with the intention of tracking him down and ending him once and for all, and he would have succeeded if he hadn’t been tasked with siring children (or distracted by a face vastly prettier than Moody’s, that of Mary Macdonald). But here he was, leading the Order to battle once more, working his way through Rodolphus’ family, friends, comrades and acquaintances one at a time. He brought them crashing to the ground with as much speed and ease as Rodolphus applied to such a task. It was an insult to Rodolphus, one almost as grave as escaping his wrath during the last battle. But at last the man was within reach.

"Crucio!" Rodolphus cried, lunging through the crowd towards him, sending a jet of green light at his opponent. It missed the other man, a fact which sent Rodolphus’ patience reeling with fury. But it caught the man’s attention. That was all Rodolphus desired. Shoulders squared, Rodolphus braced himself for the best duel he was likely to find. Few had the strength, the skill, the courage or the madness to face him head on. Rarely did Rodolphus experience a fair fight. Alastor Moody was a test of his strength, one which he would not fail. He would take the life from this man even if he had to gouge it out with his bare hands. 

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Moody hear that voice before. He dodged the curse, naturally. But it was far too close. It's speed blew past Moody, a wind caressing him, drawing his attention backwards. Then a scream. Poor bastard. But Moody's attention wasn't on that--hell if he knew who that was--but the caster. Rodolphus Lestrange. For the past decade he'd been out chasing and sending dark wizards and witches to Azcabam. There were close calls, but Rodlphus remains the greatest of them all. He was done playing strategist, leader, what ever the fuck he was doing. Now he felt truly on the battlefield. Losing was far from his mind.

Maybe Rodlphus was the real poor bastard. Had the chance to catch Moody off-guard and turned around. Yes, he fought for the Order. Yet this time, it was for himself. "That would've been one hell of a hello." Moody taunted, turning around with a crooked smirk. All the distractions on the battlefield went out of focus except for the face Moody hated, yet was glad to see. Moody could be proper. Despite the curse missing, not sending one back would still be quite rude. "Incendio!" 

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Alright, kids!

[warherofrank]

Aw, how’d ya guess, Moody? That was my plan all along.

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I hope you've planned what Death Eaters you plan to run from. Don't want a round of cat and the mouse with destroyed dignity. 

And for bloody Merlin's sake, please don't let any possible taunting of...recent events get to your head. We need your Caradoc-cocky-fucker-arse out there.

[warherofrank]

Alright, kids!

Who’s ready to bust some Death Eater arse?

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I hope you are. Don't fill your head with too much hot air before the fighting starts. Can't have you running away, screaming like some schoolgirl.

[dorcas-lyra-meadowes-deactivate]

After several months of having to open everything the muggle way, it slipped her mind she could use magic. Especially with her mind clouded by thoughts of Mary. Her hands were shaking a bit as she tried to open the wine bottle she was getting more and more frustrated by.

She became aware of somebody watching her, and as she lifted her head to look at the doorway, the watcher opened his mouth and spoke. She scowled at Moody, feeling stupid, and angry that he witnessed her stupidity.

I know how to open a bottle just fine…

She pulled out her wand and tapped the bottle with it. The cork flew out, and struck her in the nose.

Ow!

She put a hand to her nose that was now gushing blood.

Son of a….

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Fuckin' kids. The bastard side of him wants to laugh and walk away. No one died or lost a few limbs. From a fucking cork. That shit only happens to drunks. 

But that was a minor thought in his head. Hey, she didn't drop the bottle, right? Now Moody isn't your first pick when it comes to healing spells. Hell, he wasn't sure if anything broke. He left that alone and simply made his way into the kitchen while accio-ing a dish cloth on his way to exchange the wine bottle.

"First of all, wine bottles don't have twist tops. Drinking 101. So either you're a complete idiot, piss drunk already, or overemotional. You don't want to be a Death Eater and you look completely sober, so strike the first two."

War unhinges people. But some ways are better than others when facing reality. Moody was pretty sure that was the main reason he was still talking. Because, fuck, he wanted a drink too.

"Drinking alone, especially if you're hung up on shit, makes shit worse. That's why go to bars, bitch, and wait 'til they kick you out." Moody paused, "Or just don't drink a whole bottle of anything alone in a few hours."

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  EX-SLYTHERIN ✘ 28 y/o ✘ PUREBLOOD ✘ FC: Tom Hardy ✘ TAKEN

It may surprise people to learn that Alastor Moody used to be a Slytherin, but those who know him best consider this hardly a surprise at all. Courageous and determined, Moody’s ambition knows no bounds. Incredibly intelligent and vastly magically gifted, Moody’s a formidable force on and off the battle field. His inner Slytherin allows for him to be shrewd and suspicious, but his true alliance with the Order negates any questionable traits that might bring better men to their knees. Gruff and rough, Moody’s earned his nickname fairly well. He long stopped going by “Alastor", and found that his surname described his personality far better. Some days, you better watch out, because once he’s on the warpath, there’s no stopping him.

Next to James Potter, Moody’s essentially the de facto leader of the Order - not counting Albus Dumbledore, of course. His passionate belief in the revival of the Order is limitless, although his temper frequently gets the better of him whenever he learns of some of the younger members’ reluctance to attend meetings. Blunt at the best of times, Moody can’t even wrap his head around some of their issues regarding the Order. Yes, they’re scatted. Yes, they’re divided. But are they broken? Hell no. Moody’ll hex anyone who dares imply the Order is over - and he’ll give you a double hex if you say a word against Dumbledore. Prone to pedantry, Moody may bore the Order members to death with his constant “constructive" criticism, but he’s the only one whose got a clue, so the ought to listen to him, damn it.

On the battle field, Moody is unstoppable. His duelling tactics verge on the repetitious and offensive, but he’s like a bulldog, and he won’t give up until his opponent is down and out. In the strategy room Moody isn’t lacking in style, but his charge-and-attack idea can only be implemented so many times. This is when his reliance upon the brainer Order members - Lily Evans, Ted Tonks, and Frank Longbottom - come in handy. A modest man, Moody’s belligerance can often cast him in hot water with some members, but he’s never slow to back down when he’s wrong, and he’ll fully take responsibility for his actions - but not always for his successes. His belief in the Order as a whole is surpassed only by his infuriating habit of deflecting any praise without a moment’s thought. It’s meant a lot of people have given up on complimenting him, which is a shame, because outside of the Order, Moody has nothing. He has his tiny muggle apartment filled with ramshackle furniture, and he has his liquor collection. That’s all a man needs to get by, these days.

A combative and surprisingly vengeful young man, Moody’s recent obsession has been with a Death Eater by the name of Rodolphus Lestrange. In the recent battle against the Death Eaters, Moody and Lestrange were locked in a tireless duel, neither gaining the upperhand. His calculating mind enjoyed the chess game of sorts, and he’s anxious to hunt Lestrange down and finish what they started. A man rarely challenged - and a perfectionist at heart - Moody’s desperate to meet his match.

✘ CONNECTIONS

JAMES POTTER: James and Moody’s relationship has morphed into something akin to respect. No longer treating James as someone who messed up and needed to take responsibility for it; there’s space there for the two of them to work together and get things done.

CARADOC DEARBORN: Perhaps it’s because Caradoc’s learned not to take so much of Moody’s abrasiveness to heart, but the pair get along very well indeed. If they’re not swapping beery, rambling stories over a pint or two, they’re turning field missions into an unofficial competition between them both. Moody appreciates Caradoc’s company a lot, and he values the younger man’s judgement highly, which is praise from a man who is normally so tight-fisted with his compliments.

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE: Absolutely hellbent on meeting Lestrange again on the battlefield, Moody’s desire to reconnect sometimes threatens to take over his mind. Whilst normally very calculating and orderly, he can sometimes be almost swept away by violent surges of impulsive emotion that leave him breathless. Duelling with Lestrange was one such an emotion. Moody has been unchallenged his entire life - be it with his friends, Hogwarts, and later his time as an auror (piece of cake) - so to find someone who allows him to stretch lose muscles is a welcome relief. Whilst he’s not nearly as reckless enough to throw everything away to fulfill his desires, Moody sometimes wonders what it might be like to march across the battle lines, pull out his wand and bawl through his Scottish rough, let’s have at it, you bastards.

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The day after Mary and Lily were rescued by James. At the Burrow, struggling to open a muggle bottle of wine. She had shown up, hoping to find Mary. She confunded a liquor store clerk into selling the wine to her (she didn’t have muggle ID) and had brought it hoping that she and Mary could have a drink and talk if she were there. She was thinking about if her feelings would be the same once she saw her, and if she should finally say something, but she figured she wouldn’t be brave enough for that. At least not if she were sober. But Mary wasn’t there. Now the bottle came in handy for Dorcas who just wanted to drink away the ache she felt inside.

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Moody was at the Burrow and, as per usual, writing, skimming, and scribbling over charts and notes. He'd do this until his eyes glazed over, only yo avoid going home. There wasn't shit to do there anyways. The cure to reading a sentence half a dozen times? Good old alcohol. He was surpised when he reached the kitchen. It was late and members were normally home, or where ever the fuck they go. 

Moody couldn't help but stand quietly in the doorway, watching Dorcas "open" a bottle of wine. He was amused because one: she could use magic and two: she hasn't picked up on the fact wine bottles don't have screw tops. He contemplated flicking his wand and open the bottle for her, but even Moody knew broken glass and wine stains were a terrible conversation starter. "There are two other ways to open the bottle you know" he began as he left the door way, unable to restrain a smile, "but then again, I don't know if someone who can't open a bottle should be allowed to drink the contents." 

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Heaven's Too Far | Moody + James

'Didn' know bloody 'bed rest' meant 'let's not tell Moody a damn thing about the current operation.' It didn't help he never told anyone his address. Half the time he forgot himself. Moody grumbled, attempting to will himself out of bed. Merlin knows he needed to open a damn window as the shithole was beginning to feel like some cave or cage. But running into three Death Eaters  lurking through the London streets muggle baiting, going outside sounded like a pain in the ass. Nothing too bad, as the Death Eaters didn't seem too keen to fight after taunting a just-out-of-a-bar Moody. Nothing too bad, injury wise, except his damn leg. But bloody hell he'd ask for help. His wand arm works, right? No problem.

"Ah, fuck it, accio cane." The cane flew into his hand as he staggered out of bed, trying to catch his balance. He didn't want to deal with people bothering about the cane, but he fucking finally received news about the returned captives. Like hell he wasn't going to be there. Damn curious how living with Death Eaters roughed up these kids. Especially James. Well shit Harold, that was close. Almost let you kid get killed." It wasn't just James: if any of the hostages died, either with the Death Eaters, or this escape, each life would add to his current burdens.

A trip to the liquor cabinet for break, then Moody hobbled to meet the rest of the meeting. The cane was slowing his trip and he wished kids would stop being so damn polite and let him be. Giving a look saying "I should just hit you with this fucking cane.." helped, at least. Though that thought gave him an idea for seeing James after so long. Moody was a tad happier when he walked it.   

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40-41

40: Will you sing today? Are you fucking kidding me?41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?Yeah. Hate saying it. But, shit, sometimes it’s for the best…

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8, 14, 19, 21, 49, 64,

8: Did you go out or stay in last night? Stayed in, healin’, drinkin’.

4: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months? I don’t bring anyone back to this shitty place. I make pretty damn sure no one sees me in ‘em. I’m not getting captured like that thank you very much (as impossible as that sounds in the first place.).

49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?Why?

64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?Stop asking questions that don’t concern you, prat.

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1-3, 19, 20-23

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Yeah, Not a fan anyways.2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused? Single. Shit, like there’s time to worry about that. Still can’t help but be a bit lonely dealing with in the midst of this bloody war.

3: What if I told you that you were attractive?

19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? Sounds like a shitty life.

20: What would you name your future daughter? Why would I? The prospect of me having a kid is zero.  Do people plan this shit out this earlier, as in may never even happen?21: Do you miss anyone? Shit, doesn’t everyone? 

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night? There’re quite a few nights I don’t remember, so can’t accurately answer this.

23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed? Why the bloody fuck are you so interested in various stages of my love life?

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11: Last three things you had to drink?

Fire-Whiskey

Scotch

Gin and tonic

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character questions:

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1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?

3: What if I told you that you were attractive?

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5: Are you interested in anyone right now?

6: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

7: Do you want to be single?

8: Did you go out or stay in last night?

9: How late did you stay up last night?

10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?

11: Last three things you had to drink?

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?

17: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?

19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

20: What would you name your future daughter?

21: Do you miss anyone?

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

26: Who did you last see in person?

27: Are you listening to music right now?

28: What is something you currently want right now?

29: What is the last thing you said out lot?

30: How is your heart lately?

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32: Are you wearing socks?

33: What do people call you?

34: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36: Who did you last share a bed with?

37: Did you do something bad today?

38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

39: Do you get stressed out easily?

40: Will you sing today?

41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?

43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?

44: What are you listening to right now?

45: What is wrong with you right now?

46: What is on your wrists right now?

47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wea

48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?

49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

50: Are you a good artist?

51: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

53: Ever been on a golf cart?

54: Do you have trust issues?

55: Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?

56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?

57: Do you use chap stick?

58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face?

59: Do you have a little sister?

60: Have you ever been to New York?

61: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

62: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

63: What were you doing at midnight last night?

64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

69: Will next Friday be a good one?

[warherofrank]

So, my Order kin...

When’s the next meeting? And ah-ah-ah! Don’t say “I don’t know", because you’ll lose points, and no one wants to do my Friday night beer run. Trust me.

Speaking of beer, where’s my Death Eater limpet? I miss his exquisitely chiseled face and manly eyebrows. Someone needs to show that kid a good time. I call dibs.

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Skipping meetings has it's faults. An no one will do your beer run because you always pick the shittiest muggle pubs with the shittiest beer. Worst way to get piss drunk.

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Pink Zinnia, Wallflower, Utricularia

Pink Zinnia: Who will your character always be friends with?

Guessing Amelia or something. Don't know how she's put up with me for so long.

Xanthoriza: What’s something your character has run away from?

Hardly in my nature to run from something.

Present tense, but fuck it. I loathe this bloody war, yet I have nothing else. I'll support and fight with the Order, hell, even without, to the end. But still, I don't have shit beyond that. Gotta make sacrifices. I want to kick Voldemort's arse into the ground. I'm both excited and anxious about such a flawless end to the war. Anxious because, fuck, then what? I have nothing to turn to. Everyone will settle back in their lives. I can't because I threw that shit away. I'm not the most liked guy in the Order. Most of the members interact because we both happen to be in the order. I can't count on them sticking around. Hell, I'm not afraid of death at this point. So my life consists of the Order and drinking.

Wallflower: What’s one time your character has endured under difficult circumstances?

The start of this bloody war. Losing everything. Watching my home turn into a shit hole. Hiding like a bloody criminal. Putting Order members in situations they ain't ready or prepared for. You know, the shit you try not to think about.