Fox Mulder (
most_unwanted) wrote2011-09-16 01:00 am
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[Things have settled down. Between experiments, amusement parks, abductions and drafts, this is the first nice calm stretch of time he's had in a while. So Mulder's hanging out in the Battle Dome. He's been coming there a lot more lately. The new features interest him, and there are places from home he can't help revisiting. Not always to fight, since it's no longer required, though he throws those scenarios in sometimes too. But mostly he's in there obsessively going back through particular scenes.]
[At the moment, Mulder can be seen sitting in the living room where Samantha disappeared from. The board game Stratego is still set up in place near him, the game left unfinished. It's exactly as the room looked all those years ago. A blinding bright light flashes somewhere in the background.]
I wonder what determines the point in time we're taken from? It appears entirely random from all that I've encountered so far. Almost like someone's throwing darts at a timeline or choosing those times out of a hat. A really ugly hat. I also wonder... why some people are brought here after death. [Jonathan. Gem. ...Sigh.] It doesn't seem fair, to grant someone a new life only to throw them back eventually anyway.
...speaking of that, I've been curious about something for a while. [And needing to expand his files, he's already delved into kidnappings, revival has always been somewhere on his list too.] If anyone who's died before, either here or at home, wouldn't mind indulging me for a couple of questions? I won't ask how it happened or anything, just... some related details on the topic. Thanks in advance.
[At the moment, Mulder can be seen sitting in the living room where Samantha disappeared from. The board game Stratego is still set up in place near him, the game left unfinished. It's exactly as the room looked all those years ago. A blinding bright light flashes somewhere in the background.]
I wonder what determines the point in time we're taken from? It appears entirely random from all that I've encountered so far. Almost like someone's throwing darts at a timeline or choosing those times out of a hat. A really ugly hat. I also wonder... why some people are brought here after death. [Jonathan. Gem. ...Sigh.] It doesn't seem fair, to grant someone a new life only to throw them back eventually anyway.
...speaking of that, I've been curious about something for a while. [And needing to expand his files, he's already delved into kidnappings, revival has always been somewhere on his list too.] If anyone who's died before, either here or at home, wouldn't mind indulging me for a couple of questions? I won't ask how it happened or anything, just... some related details on the topic. Thanks in advance.
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Do you have something against magic?
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[So, yes.]
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[He doesn't look like a magician.]
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[And because he's used to that not being readily understood...]
Which is a type of law enforcer. The crimes that I investigate are all paranormal in nature.
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A peculiar notion. To divide your law enforcement in that manner.
[In his own experience a regular admiral of the King's royal navy is perfectly equipped to rid the world of a crew of undead marauding pirates. A man ought do his duty - regardless of the nature of his opposition.]
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I guess it is somewhat peculiar. Though in the place and time I'm from, most people have stopped believing in the phenomena. They like to lump all unexplained things together and pretend none of it exists. But I believe in it.
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You wear that fact like a badge. Why?
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[He pauses just a moment.]
It's been a completely different game in this world.
[And it's weird in ways to be taken seriously for once. Several months now and he's still just not used to it.]
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As it is he takes a long time in answering. It is as though he hopes that if he leaves a large enough void his co-conversationalist might fill it with a sudden and desperate change of subject. At last, though, he does speak.]
I have walked upon a ship believed by many to be a phantom. The Black Pearl. Perhaps you have heard of her.
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I can't say that I have, but I'm familiar with the phenomena. Something like The Flying Dutchman... a ship crewed by ghosts or other undead, doomed to sail forever, surrounded by an eerie otherworldly light...
You've really been on something like that? [He's excited about this.]
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[By what? Anthropomorphic sea creatures?]
By monsters. Monsters with even less resemblance to humanity than Barbossa's ghostly crew.
Needless to say, yes. I certainly have.
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How did you manage to survive that ordeal?
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By way of a quick wit and a competent sword-arm.
[He had suffered heavy losses at the hands of these creatures. The pursuit of Jack Sparrow to the Isla de Muerta had lost him both the HMS Interceptor and the HMS Dauntless. The ghostly crew of The Black Pearl had had no small hand in the destruction of those vessels. Later, aboard The Flying Dutchman, he had lost his life to a deck-hand more barnacle than man. If he is suspicious of magic and of mythical beings it is not without very good reason.]
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And when it came time to select captains for the fleet for which we fought on the most recent draft? The final tally of the ballots reflected just that same sentiment.
[Proud? Maybe? A little. And James Norrington is not generally one to sing his own praises. Certainly he believes that if the appointment had been made on merit then he should have been given charge of the fleet without question... but he had been elected. That was a different matter entirely. In effect, he had earned the promotion in this new world -- he had been recognized by his peers in this place and its citizens alike. Legitimized. Now he had a just claim to responsibility for its people, and that was something to be proud of indeed.]
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[And there was all that enemy ship hijacking to be done.]
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[A necessary distinction as far as he is concerned.]
Might I ask which ship you were stationed on?
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