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ANย OTHERWORLDLYย EXPLORATIONย OF unresolved childhood trauma, unrelenting faith in phenomena, paranoia manifesting as always needing to look over your shoulder, combatting skepticism, denying everything, washing the blood of your boyhood off your hands, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, loving the right people, missing your sibling more than you remember them &. doing what you think is right even if it kills you.
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โฐยนโฐ. Weary traveler, you have made it to the obligatory Heretic section. Allow me to informally introduce myself by saying t'is I, the frenchiest fry. As always, I am here for a good time not a long time. Like Mulder, I am on the autism spectrum (among having a dozen other things genetically factored into my spare parts design,) so if I seem like a funky little guy in conversation? I am, but I am also doing my best! My pronouns are (they/she), circa 1997, mullet-rocking lesbian, reptile and amphibian enthusiast, northeastern American (unfortunately) blah blah blah... did I miss anything? Oh, and also, fuck tr*mp.
Side note: Please try to avoid overly affectionate/"instant best friend" language with me in ooc conversation if we've only just met. I have shelter black cat energy and it typically takes a bit of time for me to be that comfortable with new people. That being said, all things considered I'd consider myself otherwise pretty damn easy going. Thanks for reading!
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๐ต๐ด๐ณ๐ด๐๐ฐ๐ป ๐ฑ๐๐๐ด๐ฐ๐ ๐พ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ ๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐ด๐๐, ๐น. ๐ด๐ณ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ ๐ท๐พ๐พ๐ ๐ด๐ ๐ฑ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ณ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ, ๐๐ฐ๐๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ณ๐ฒ [ ... ] the basement office is suggested to be his alone based solely upon the name plate fixed on the door. SPECIAL AGENT FOX MULDER, X FILES DIVISION. upon entry, the sole occupant is bespectacled &. can be observed hunched over an array of different negative samples pieced together on a projector.
from the radio on his immediate left, scary little green men by ozzy osbourne is blasting into the shabby little expanse.
whereas at first one might presume he doesn't notice the distinct creak of the old door opening, that theory is soon just as easily crumpled up and tossed into the nearest bin.
this special agent fox mulder ( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ) exchanges a fleeting glance over one shoulder, but barely offers any amount of acknowledgment aside from: โ ย โโโโyou've got yourself good and lost, pal. didn't anyone tell you? there's nobody down here except the fbi's most unwanted. ย โ
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โ @n1cap ๐๐๐๐๐: i thought i told you to stay back. โ ( STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER. )
twigs snapped under the weight of his shoes; he was still too heavy-footed to be considered sneaky & still a long way off to be even close to being stealthy. being caught by a walker was one thing, & usually, difficult to get out of if unprepared, but being seen by another human, especially by one who knew him, was altogether different because no preparation could make it easier. mulderโs words felt like a bee sting. a lump twisted in the back of his throat as he looked at him, squinting under the sunโs gaze as he bit into his lower lip to keep it steady. he knew he should have stayed, but he was his fatherโs son after all, & suggestions were easily dismissed.
โ yeah, you mightโve said that. โ his words were met with a shrug. โ but staying back wouldโve been stupid because what if you got into trouble? huh? what then? iโm not gonna stay back when i know that i can help. โ he paused to collect his thoughts as a hand reached to rub the back of his neck, brushing under the hair that reached the middle of it. he then looked the older man in the eyes. โ iโm not some helpless kid, okay? so, donโt treat me like one. i can go on supply runs, i can shoot walkers, i can help out, but if you treat me like iโm breakable, that wonโt help anyone. โ his chest heaved with his words as his freckled features flushed with a hue of pink that made its way across his ears & down his neck.
lowering his hand, he reached for the fabric of his shirt, fingers twisted around the grey cotton material as he swallowed the lump from the back of his throat. he felt sweat form in beads against his forehead, ready to soak into his damp hair. the heat of the day felt hotter as they stood in the open. they were exposed & easy targets, but none of it seemed to matter to the pre-teen as he worked to calm his breathing & the beast within his chest.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐, before vagueness took the form of youth tainted by the collapse of society; with twigs in his mess of brown hair, and a thin layer of dried filth streaked across flushed cheeks. CARL GRIMES HAD PROVED OVER AND OVER TO BE MORE AKIN TO A WOLF PUP THAN A LITTLE BOY [ ... ] but didn't he have to be in order to survive what was happening all around him? hadn't they all found it unavoidable, contorting oneself into all manners of uncomfortable shapes in order to keep living?
it's enough to beg the question: ( ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐? ) which he finds himself asking again and again, each night when he was alone with nothing but endless thoughts &. a chorus of crickets that seemed to rally just outside his tent. the stale smell of autumnal decay hanging heavily in his nose. eyes closed. heart, still pounding. for now.
โ ย โโโโi'm just gonna stop you there and remind you that i did actually say that pretty explicitly. so don't give me any of that might've crap, 'kay? admitting you weren't listening doesn't exactly help your case. ย โ he reestablishes the safety with a plasticky click! before he lowers his weapon, and after a moment's indecision, he holsters the muzzle of the gun at his hip. apparently, he was still a paragon of integrity. still the prodigal son raised from his father's shadow.
โ ย believe me, helpless is the last word i'd use to describe you .. but like it or not, you're still a kid. the kid of a good friend of mine, who i'd rather not be responsible for in a very dangerous situation. ย โ a sweeping glance around them, &. he beckons @missingeye into the forest cover before wiping his brow with the back of his hand. โ ย ... at least tell me you had the sense to bring a weapon of some kind. huh? ย โ
it makes sense he supposes, that @n1cap would be here, middle of nowhere, smoke billowing to the sky, the sound of gunshots, reports of a spaceman under the lake. just his type of party.
but as a general rule both for himself and his friends, no one is allowed to interfere.
he'd thought canton might have been able to pull some strings, but well . . . you can't win them all through a messenger, especially not when it's someone as stubborn, and desperate for the truth as fox mulder. seems he'll just have to do it himself.
you're not the same as you were before.
ย โ no, course not, everyone is always changing, ever evolving, moving forward at an alarming rate all the time, really. look at me; i got a haircut. โ an entirely new face as well . . . or has it been two since the last time they'd met ? ย ย he can never keep track of who met which face . . . ย all gets a bit jumbly.ย
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? [ ... ] the devil-may-care attitude which he cleaves to when responding, or the apparent fact that your eyes have failed to deceive you? ( ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ) .. ( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ) mulder finds himself eerily confident that this doctor was somehow the very same as he'd run into before / all those years ago. someone he knows, albeit vaguely. a shadowed form that materializes on the front lines of mystery. SOMEONE MORE LIKE HIM THAN HE'D CARE TO ADMITโโ
the same man who was always running, running, running. one rabbit heart recognizes another as though he'd known the doctor all his life. .. maybe he did.
โ ย โโโโactually, it seems to have grown a little bit. uh - but that's .. that's probably not important. i'll be honest, i feel like i've been catapulted into the curious case of benjamin button, here. ย โ hooded green eyes glance around, instinct alone breeding the expectation that he'd make out the top of scully's head stood half behind, half beside him.
alas, how typical it seemed in the moment that she'd decided to sit this one out.
with a furrowed brow, he stoops to slip his weapon back into the holster fastened around his ankle. โ ย i guess i should have figured you'd be the perfect culprit for a spaceman under the lake conspiracy. ย โ
"you've got five seconds to explain what the hell's going on here." for jim kirk,
MEME / accepting.
his body stops moving, top half concealed within the vent & bottom half dangling out. he thought he'd have a little more time before his presence would have set off some alarms. . .
he considers carrying on, pretending he didn't hear whoever is trying to give him a warning. but no, there's nothing for it. wiggles his body back out, cheeks flushed with the failed effort. hands are up as he sees the badge; the weapon.
โ listen- i swear this isn't what it looks like. โ isn't it? โ okay. . . look, i left some really important equipment in that ship you're covering up right now. it's my ship, by the way- โ okay, starfleet's ship. but that's not important right now.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, loyal like a trained hound on a chain; growling softly at his flank. THE OTHER HAND BRANDISHES GOLD, but just as quickly replaces the leather bifold into the inner pocket of his blazer. as though anyone trying to wriggle and writhe their way up into an air vent would put much stock into a badge.
if it were him, ( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) he wouldn't give a rat's ass. a gun, however [ ... ]
โ ย โโโโso you do in fact know what this looks like, then? color me relieved. i was worried i'd have to explain in layman's terms. ย โ he murmurs authoritatively, remaining to be all the more careful to avoid the fact that he had about as much jurisdiction here as the locals who had been forced to evacuate the surrounding area. regardless, reciting @startold's miranda rights wasn't quite off the table.
โ ย i don't exactly see a pair of wings on that lapel. lemme guess, they're on 'your ship' along with your identification. that sound about right? ย โ
โcome onnnn!โ harley whines, stomping her foot like a child, โjust pull my finger! pull it!โ harleyโs hand remains outstretched, her pointer finger aimed directly at mulder. when he doesnโt give in, harley groansโarms flopping down to her sides. โfuckinโ copsโฆ paranormal copsโฆโ she mutters under her breath.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, coaxing his otherwise less-than-interested half lidded gaze toward the point of contact but failing to inspire little much else insofar as physical reactions go. ONCE UPON A TIME, FOX HAD A SISTER WHO WOULD BEHAVE THIS WAY from time to time when she was small, and didn't get her way [ ... ] he's been trailed around by the ghost of that little girl since the day she'd been snatched out of his life, ( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) โโ
hearing her voice lying just beneath the topsoil of every stranger's voice! even @arletquin.
โ ย โโโโy'know, it might bring that point you're trying to make home a little easier if i actually was a cop .. which i'm not, for the umpteenth time. i'm a federal agent. admittedly, the difference tends to exist inside the realm of opaqueness, so i'll give you that - but there is actually a difference. ย โ then, watching her sag, sighs out of his nose. after a minute of his eyes darting, he outstretches a cautious finger like it's a white flag.
โ ย go ahead. pull my finger and see what happens. ย โ
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he lowers the weapon โ though, not completely. dropping his hand, he maintains grip, other hand spread with his palm open. "i told you not to sneak up on me like that."
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, he can't swallow back the instinct to cock one particularly incredulous eyebrow [ ... ] mossy green eyes sweeping @mulholland from the top of his slicked-back head, down to that looming weapon he notably avoids holstering. โ ย โโโโwhat can i say, cooper? i move around quieter than i realize .. kind of an occupational hazard when you're busy fighting the power twenty-four-seven. ย โ a joyless smirk nips at one corner of his mouth follows the roll of his eyes.
โ ย do me a favor and at least pretend you know what i'm talking about once in a while, would'ya? ย โ
โ ย โโโโfor a while, i caught myself waking up in the middle of the night because i thought i could hear elvis presley playing in the other room [ ... ] turns out one of my new neighbors works nights and just so happens to share my impeccable taste in music. ย โ the flatness of his expression is indicative of underlying disinterest, which is uncharacteristic enough to coax a sideways glance from his partner crossing her arms in the corner of the room.
when he grinds his fingers into his eyes, it becomes apparent that maybe he'd do better with a little less jailhouse rock and a little more sleep.
he clears his throat, โ ย sorry, miss hsu-bennet. i don't mean to seem impatient. i guess i'm just curious about the point you're trying to make, here. ย โ
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noise comes first. soft but wrong for the wind, wrong for the squirrels, wrong for quiet. FOOTSTEPS. too heavy and too careless. daryl freezes in the tree line, weight rolling forward onto the balls of his feet. the crossbow is already up before the thought's finished forming. *string drawn tight \ bow aimed chest - high --- could be a walker. could be an asshole. he's not too keen on waiting around to find out which. shadows shift between trunks. shape, height: HUMAN. footsteps fall, stepping closer, closer, closer. then a flash of a face he knows, and it's him. (mulder) the crossbow drops uncertain inch by inch. just enough to keep it from being a threat.
โ dialogue prompts โฆ WHY IS IT WHENEVER WE SEE EACH OTHER, YOUโRE COVERED IN BLOOD? [ โฏโฒ ] @n1cap
there's a snap of breath through his nose. a character all its own, it carries with it all the annoyance words won't. the look he gives mulder isn't an apology, but it ain't much of an explanation either โ just that flat, measuring stare. a dog deciding whether to lick or bite. HE KNOWS HOW HE MUST LOOK. there's blood dried stiff over the left sleeve of his shirt, darker at the cuff where it's still tacky. a red smear somewhere high on his jaw, thumbprint - shaped from where he'd pushed hair out of his eyes mid - fight. most of it ain't his, but explaining that feels like more work than it's worth. and it never was the point with people like HIM. so he just wipes his free hand down the thigh of his jeans and pretends it helps (it doesn't) โ ain't like i go lookin' for it. โ pause, tired blue gaze averts to the dirt near his boot, dry leaves scuffing with every shift 'n shake as he takes a step sideways, keeping mulder in view. โ maybe 'cause you only turn up once the work's already done โ what the hell're you doin' out here anyway ? โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, &. with beads carved from bone clacking in his long silver hair [ ... ] who looked out on you with one eye squinted with age, and the other milky white. HALF SIGHTLESS, YET ALL SEEING. a man who called you what you are: ( ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก .. ) because you're always running from something, ( ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก. ) because you've always been lighter on your feet than most.
you have to be, or they'll catch you. if they catch you, they'll kill you. .. but to kill you, they have toโโ
alas, the autumnal decay which had fallen over the local terrain makes any form of subtlety a challenge. perhaps it's further to mulder's disadvantage that even the softest of sounds are amplified in the ears of a hunter.
catching sight of any humanoid-type shape is enough to stop him dead in his tracks, weapon trained ahead [ ... ] always prepared for the worst to the point of suggested pessimism. he snorts when familiarity eases some of the weight of his neck, but the smile on his face is noticeably tight-lipped. CROSSING @vestmarked IN THE WILDERNESS ALWAYS FEELS LIKE TWO WOLVES CIRCLING TERRITORIAL LINES DRAWN IN WET SAND. .. a profiler's intuition tells him that men like daryl dixon were stalking around in the woods long before he himself had ever thought to trespass through the broken fences of top-secret government sites / ( ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข. )
mossy green eyes flicker and fixate upon the arrowhead trained at his heart. as it inches steadily downward, he lowers his gun. โ ย โโโโi dunno if it's for better or for worse, but i'll admit: i've never met someone quite so talented at beating me to the punch. ย โ he says in a low tone, like antler velvet. โ ย what am i doing out here? i volunteered for a supply run. what are you doing out here? ย โ
... โ ย 'cause you know, if you're feeling restless, i wouldn't say no to you tagging along to watch my back. ย โ
โ ๐ด๐ ๐ด๐๐๐พ๐ฝ๐ด'๐ ๐ฐ ๐ป๐ธ๐๐๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐. โ from dana katherine scully, @vnerate
โ ย โโโโthat's unequivocally not true, scully. think about it: andre the giant? the man was over seven foot tall .. i'd have to crane my neck back to look at a guy like that the same as you! [ ... ] ย โ he takes a moment to measure vaguely with his hand, eyes darting from the top of his partner's autumnal shaded head to where his arm stretches way above his own &. then back again. โ ย er - okay, not quite the same but definitely almost the same. maybe just .. slightly less. ย โ hands fall limp back into his denim-clad lap as he reclines back into the embrace of her sofa, fighting to stifle his own smirkโโ
and failing miserably [ ... ] never mind how tight the expression feels against the scarring down his cheeks.
โ ย anyway, the point is there are lots of people out there who are substantially bigger than little old me. as a matter of fact, a few of them play hoops against me down at the rec center which is admittedly to my own personal dismay. but that - ย โ he points to where her lower abdomen has swelled well past her once trim waistline, almost perfectly round; ( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. )
โ ย that's a little guy, scully. in fact that's a littler little guy than most little guys, especially if the poor kid comes out favoring your genetic makeup as opposed to the pizza man's. ย โ
