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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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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[For a moment it seems as though this is all that he is going to say in his disapproving tone. Norrington had set out on that voyage with the desire to protect the people of Luceti, to prevent the Malnosso from taking so much as a single Lucetian life. Jack's ludicrous operation, for all of its successes, endangered far too many men and women - and Jack himself besides. Never mind there there were no fatalities as a result of that wreck. Never mind that the one person who did die was nowhere near the pirate at the time.]
You were involved in the capture of the enemy vessel.
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[Mulder is pretty used to Disapproving Tones, and has a tendency to ignore them. Norrington is reminding him strongly of Skinner right now...]
I know Sparrow's methods may not be the most... conventional, but you have to think outside the box if you want to get by. Especially when it comes to anything involving the Malnosso or that Third Party.
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[The admiral replies, his voice taking on a steel edge. He had contacted Mulder as a means to answer a question that Fox himself had posed. James had answered a number of private questions, questions which even now he hoped would be kept in the strictest confidence, and now somehow his command was on the verge of being questioned. Furthermore, as far as he is concerned, Jack had only been able to attempt to capture of the enemy vessel because Norrington had permitted it. Because Norrington had thought outside the box.]
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I suppose we got ourselves a little sidetracked.