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[most_unwanted]

[Mulder has noticed the horrifying thing about the latest wave of newcomers, and it's really starting to get to him. There's got to be some kind of twisted Malnosso logic at work, right? And a reason why all these wingless people are still alive and well?]

What happened to all of these New Feather's wings?

[And with that, Agent Mulder is heading out ALL OVER THE PLACE to investigate and check out what kinds of newcomers they're bringing in. Maybe he'll find some kind of pattern, a method to their madness... OR NOT.]

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[poobrain]

[The moment Mulder returns to his apartment (second floor, how convenient) and looks out his bedroom window, he may notice a peculiar horse standing on a hill top nearby.

And it is staring straight at him.]

[most_unwanted]

[OK, cranking the paranoia level up a few degrees!]

[Mulder stares out that window for a little while. Then, because it's been One of Those Days and he has no idea how better to handle this... he waves.]

[poobrain]

[No response.]

[most_unwanted]

[Creeeeepy. He's not so sure he can rest easy just shutting the blinds on it. So... Mulder finally opens the window.]

Hey! Hey, you out there! Did you want something!?

[poobrain]

[Still no response.]

[littledragongirl]

[A wingless and tired bitty!Rydia is rubbing her eyes as she heads down the street, dragging her Ice Rod on the ground. Someone's in dire need of a nap, but this place is weird and keeping her on edge.]

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[Mulder glances curiously at the kid, she looks... oddly familiar. She also looks very tired, poor thing. His protective brotherly instincts are being very pinged right now.]

Hey, are you all right?

[littledragongirl]

[Rydia looks up, wavering between wanting to be strong and just wanting Cecil. Her shoulders slump.]

I wanna go home. I don't like it here....

[most_unwanted]

[Awww poor kid. And now Mulder is SURE she resembles someone, though that person is normally an adult.]

I know. It's not fair for you to be taken away from your family. But I'm going to do everything in my power to find you a way home.

[Grrrr he'd love to kick in some Malnosso faces for this. It still PISSES HIM OFF whenever he's reminded that there are children here. One of Mulder's many buttons that should never be pushed.]

[benyanspace]

[Nyancat needs no wings to fly (or live!), Agent Mulder.

Nyancat can float along without a care in the world, complete with a rainbow trailing along in its wake.]

[most_unwanted]

[WHOA! What the...]

Ok, now I can make it official- I've now seen everything.

[Mulder is just going to continue to staaaaare and watch that rainbow trail.]

[benyanspace]

[Nyancat's gonna keep nyaning along its way until it notices, oh, someone is staring!

It stops midair, the rainbow gradually fading away when it does, and stares right back at Mulder.

[most_unwanted]

[Ok, that's amazing, Mulder wishes he had a better camera than the journal to get a recording of this whole thing. Because it's one of the weirdest, best things he's seen. Even here.]

Incredible, how do you do it? That rainbow thing is a pretty cool ability!

[therandydisherproject]

[Lieutenant Disher is also investigating, and would be happy to compare notes with another detective.]

Wings, sir?

[most_unwanted]

[Mulder is glad to do likewise, even if he's sure that he'll be weirding him out too much in a moment.]

That's right, wings. They're grafted onto us somehow, and they're normally closely tied into our life force. Seeing people without them is... kind of spooky.

[Amazing that it only takes a little under a year to become so adapted to wings = LIFE!]

[therandydisherproject]

[He's used to bizarre cases, but not paranormal-bizarre.]

Would you say it's possible to kill a person by de-winging them?

[most_unwanted]

Not only is it possible, it's unavoidable. Losing the wings leads to instant death in all cases. No exceptions that I've ever heard of.

[And it's really not something he'd advocate ever testing. Come back or not, it's still dying and there's still a price to pay.]

[waterfell]

[Mulder. Know Ami, that girl who brains with you, sweet girl but really shy?

Yeah. Not her. Call it an evil twin, call it a twist of fate, call it what used to be, call it what could be. If the too-wide smile and that sense of repressed energy aren't enough to tell something's wrong, the lack of wings certainly is.

And she's looking right at Mulder.]

That's because I have no intention of remaining here.

[most_unwanted]

[That's... a really creepy smile. Something doesn't seem right. A number of theories spring through Mulder's mind, but none of them exactly sit well just yet. But maybe, just maybe he can get some sense out of this if he gets her talking.]

Ami? Are you feeling ok? What happened to your wings?

[waterfell]

Wings are for the people trapped here like vermin scurrying through a maze.

Not me.

[most_unwanted]

[Oh god damn it is this experiment one of those personality-altering ones? That or whatever procedure removes the wings... might alter people in terrible ways.]

How exactly did you manage that? You were among us, before.

[deadlyjuliet]

[How about having a pretty redheaded of questionable sex sitting in your apartment when you get back, Mulder? Grell is lounging back on a sofa when he comes in.]

The wings are a bother and they clash horribly with the fashion, don't you think?

[most_unwanted]

[Mulder does a double take at his door, checking the number. This... is the right apartment still, yes? Then he steps inside, watching the stranger curiously.]

And here I heard they were in this season... at least, I like living, so I like having them. So... since when was hanging out in random apartments in style?

[deadlyjuliet]

For gods? It's a timeless pass time.

[She crosses one leg over the other and leans back, flipping through a book as if she owns this place.]

Don't mind me. It's simply too cold to be out at this hour.

[most_unwanted]

[If it weren't for the randomness and the huge influx of newcomers today, he might not be as willing to put up with this. But something has caught Mulder's interest, anyway.]

Are you saying you're some kind of god? Of what?