Fox Mulder (
call_me_spooky) wrote2008-10-07 03:19 pm
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x - 0002 [The Beginning]
We seek to persuade ourselves that the fabric of time and space is whole; we speak, if at all, of a tear, as though some fundamental, solid reality has been violated. A wound through which we pass out of our rightful world into some other space, some other time; another world.
And yet, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we want to believe that this fabric is tightly-woven and in and of itself, inviolate. This place makes me wonder, though; are there cracks through which we've slipped, somehow passing in between the warp and the woof into this City? Perhaps the weave is not so fine; stories, images, lives trickle from one to another, distorted and reflected, as we've fallen through into this one.
My name is Fox Mulder. I ended up here yesterday, and I've already been told I'm stuck. So... Might as well get the practical stuff dealt with-- I need a place to live. Couch is fine if no one's got an extra bedroom. I don't take up much space since I've got nothing with me. Happy to start paying my share of rent once I get a job. I don't mind rooming with people who think I'm fictional, provided you promise to be gentle with the existential crises.
Which, uh, brings me to the other matter. I guess I'm probably going to apply to join the police here, and they'd like a couple of letters of reference if it's possible. Which I guess, under the circumstances, it might be. So, does anyone want to recommend me to them? Only the nice stuff, please.
And yet, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we want to believe that this fabric is tightly-woven and in and of itself, inviolate. This place makes me wonder, though; are there cracks through which we've slipped, somehow passing in between the warp and the woof into this City? Perhaps the weave is not so fine; stories, images, lives trickle from one to another, distorted and reflected, as we've fallen through into this one.
My name is Fox Mulder. I ended up here yesterday, and I've already been told I'm stuck. So... Might as well get the practical stuff dealt with-- I need a place to live. Couch is fine if no one's got an extra bedroom. I don't take up much space since I've got nothing with me. Happy to start paying my share of rent once I get a job. I don't mind rooming with people who think I'm fictional, provided you promise to be gentle with the existential crises.
Which, uh, brings me to the other matter. I guess I'm probably going to apply to join the police here, and they'd like a couple of letters of reference if it's possible. Which I guess, under the circumstances, it might be. So, does anyone want to recommend me to them? Only the nice stuff, please.
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I don't think I caught your name, by the way?
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Is it? One should eliminate a threat, should they not?
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It's as important to understand a threat as to eliminate it; I don't automatically assume that there's no chance for coexistence with the nonhuman.
That, and some things aren't easily destroyed.
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To understand a threat? Tsk. How tolerant.
Mm. Of that I can attest.
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Well, and when tolerance doesn't apply, it's easier to oppose something you comprehend.
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So, what kind of threats are you accustomed to dealing with, Alucard?
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Have you ever met a vampire, Foxy?
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Yes. He did. I think. I was drugged. It's... a little fuzzy.
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Drugged? Uninteresting. Drinking blood spiked with fear is more appealing.
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It was an unusual situation. He habitually drugged his victims to keep them docile. Had to, actually.
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Had to? Not much of a vampire.
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You could say that, I guess... Although it's dependent upon whose standards we're using to define a vampire, isn't it?
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