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Fox Mulder in The X-Files 2.08

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THE X-FILES - Season 1: Mulder + glasses

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— FOX MULDER in every episode of The X-Files | 1x15 ‘Lazarus’

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THE X FILES | Darkness Falls (1.20)

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He really needs a “My eyes are up here” shirt, huh?

Listen, if the FBI dress code would allow him to wear v-necks, he would.

What are you waiting for? Get your face in those thangs.

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THE X-FILES 4.23 (1997)

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ooc: meet the mun

NAME?: Herald.

PRONOUNS?: He/they

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Mulder and James! I would like to get the ball rolling with Chris more but I'm happy to have my two floppy haired idiots.

RP PET PEEVES?: The community is not like it used to be. I've been on tumblr since around 2010-2012 and a lot has changed. Some for the better and some for the worst. It irks me sometimes when people send in memes and then just never respond after I put effort into replying. And it kind of just? Makes me sad that the community doesn't really feel like a community anymore. Just feels like little islands of characters and no one wants to build like a small universe together of people who know each other. I miss when all different sorts of people could come together for plots and things.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: On Tumblr I would say about 14 years now, but I've been rping off and on since I was about 13 (I'm turning 32 in less than two months)

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: Out of all of them I prefer angst but I have written all of these. I don't mind fluff but I find it boring.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I am pretty fast and loose when it comes to writing with people. I'm happy to do plots and I miss them but I find that often times people don't know how to approach me? Which is sad really. Or that plots that I've tried to make in the past seem to just go nowhere. I'm chill with memes and usually like to have things happen spontaneously. My inbox is always open.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I come from the days of single sentence replies. While I would prefer something akin to at least a paragraph just so I have more to go off on, I'm not opposed to small conversational threads with one or two sentences to get the juices flowing.

TIME TO WRITE?: Whenever I have the muse and the energy to do so these days! But either typically when I first wake up or right around the time I'm trying to go to bed.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: A good actor puts themselves into every one of their roles. I would say I'm very much like Mulder, pretty laid back and inquisitive about the world around me. I'm loyal and determined, and dare I say I'm a little funny too.

tagged by: @freakarus tagging: YOU!

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"We?" There were others? To Mulder's recollection, Dwight was the only person he'd seen so far. In fact, he quickly realized that he had no real discernible memory of how he actually got here. Before the existentialism could truly kick in, the sight of blood shook Fox from whatever possible epiphany he could have had. He instinctively reached into one of his pockets, searching around for the napkins he knew he tucked in there after his coffee that morning.

"Jesus, speak of the devil." The agent reached out, almost pressing the napkin to the man's face as he nodded his head as a silent indicator, "Tilt your head back. How long have you been having these things? You said... you said you've been here for a long time?"

We. Multiple abductions. Either this was a mass event or this is a select group of abductees. Was he the next in a series of disappearances? There had been cases before where abductions happened in clusters. How many people were here? He had so many questions.

{ Dwight just blinks, almost dumbfounded by the man before he’s humbled by his curiosity. They had all been where he is now before: brand new to the Trials. Looking for answers. Sure, some spent their first few hours (or was it days? Time was something of an enigma in the Entity’s realms) hugging their knees and rocking back and forth by the campfire (that, eerily, always seemed to be lit) as if to wake themselves from an especially bad dream…. or at least Dwight had.

“I’ve ... never been to Michigan,” he says a bit dumbly, analyzing the man's tone. Dwight had never really formed much of an opinion about the paranormal until it abducted him from that camping retreat... (How long ago was that?) But surely those traits fit the description of The Fog just fine.

“But, uh — all of the above? This is - we’ve been here ... for a long time." Almost as if on cue, Dwight begins to smell COPPER -- no ... TASTE it. The FBI agent practically summoned it upon him as blood began to drip from one of his nostrils, threatening to invade his mouth as he hastily went to wipe it from his cupid's bow, looking both somewhat distraught & unsurprised at the same time.

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"I've got a key with a particular set of clearance." Fox really shouldn't be divulging this information to a civilian, but they were both in this now, and it was a little uncanny that the two of them should meet up again in regards to finding information about aliens.

"I swipe this thing one too many times, and it's going to look obvious that I'm searching for something. I have to be specific with what I'm looking for." Everything looks the same in here. It would be a nightmare if Mulder didn't have a pretty good idea what he was after. All it really boiled down to was getting there. Scanning the area around them, the agent takes a moment to reorient himself before continuing in the direction that the Gunmen had laid out in their instructions.

"Wouldn't it be weird if we were both after the same thing?" He's dealt with worse coincidences.

" && is a gun gonna help against a ghost?? " eddie mumbles, still coming to terms with the fact there really is unexplainable phenomena out there, authorities are even involved && something could be very well be sneaking around this building. can't he catch a break?? it was hard enough deciding to break in, let alone being mixed up with the extra terrestrials && what not.

eddie was strictly told grab the files, get out, don't get caught, don't talk to anyone. && now look at him. " i'm looking for something. " he clicks his tongue deciding whether or not further information should be divulged to the agent.

" a folder with, um, stuff in it. " thing is, even he doesn't know what's in it. all he knows is a number, && the inevitable big red 'CLASSIFIED' stamp. the window on the nearest door is peered through, which isn't much help considering the frosted glass is obscuring whatever's inside. " you got a fancy fbi master key or do i have to pick this lock?? " as if that'd work, not with the secure key pad next to the door. next to every single door.

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THE X-FILES | 1.05

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THE X-FILES | 1.01

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Mulder shifts his weight on his feet, blinking a few times at Dwight's answer.

"Excuse me?" The agent asks, putting his hands slightly on his hips, "Hell? I hope you mean Hell, Michigan, because if this is hell a lot of people have gotten a few things wrong." Jesus what was with this guy? He looked like any small movement could cause him to jump out of his skin. Maybe that was what led him to jump to conclusions. Ha.

"Now quit screwing around and give me some proper answers, Dwight. Before I found myself here I was on a Missing Persons case." Might as well try to get some relevant answers from this dude if he wasn't going to be helpful about where they were.

"Have you noticed any strange phenomena in the area? Experienced lapses in memory or instances of missing time? Nose bleeds? Hallucinations?"

{ Dwight's lips settle back to their usual half-frown position. Smiling had become more of an exhausting perk, so to speak, in the Fog... He almost feels hopeful for rescue for one dull, naive moment until he's crashing back to reality: there is no escaping this fate. FBI. POLICE. STARS. BSAA. It didn't matter. They were all here in the same inescapable nightmare. Dwight is even willing to bet the newcomer hasn't realized his firearm has mysteriously vanished upon his arrival. The Entity never let firearms into her realm, at least not in the hands of her PREY. Dwight swallows, teeth picking at his nail beds as if he's worried someone -- or something -- might overhear them.

{ "Um -- Your guess would be as good as any of ours... HELL, maybe? Definitely seems like a plausible answer at this point..."

#omg how is it that super fans always seem to find me #I HOPE I DO HIM JUSTICE LMAO #leadxxr #;abductee -dbd

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Well no, of course that's not what he wants. Fox loves helping people. Fox loves saving lives. To be anything against that is against his moral code. His sardonic smile falters a little, but somehow remains.

"I highly doubt there's a place behind the pearly gates for me. Unless you're suggesting you're going to get me personally invited." Being raised Jewish only to abandon his faith due to his sexual desires and academic pursuits made his stance on religion a little shaky at best. There's a clear distaste for whatever it is Castiel might be suggesting, and a very obvious resistance into believing in any of this.

                            "IT'S MOST DEFINITELY NOT A PARTY DOWN THERE. I've been to Hell to rescue an innocent soul. It's pain and suffering and torture. They hurt and twist your soul until you become a demon incapable of compassion and love, and then you hurt innocents, too. Is that truly what you want, Mulder?"

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Already they're speaking about her as if they know for certain she's dead. It's true that in many abduction cases, alien or otherwise, that if a person goes missing for more than 48 hours that more than likely foul play is involved. Mulder knows better and there have been many cases where victims have been kept alive, or managed to have escaped with no way to contact authorities or family. Despite the resignation her parents have, Mulder isn't about to give up on Sable. Not now, not ever.

That would be like giving up on Samantha.

With the information jotted down in shorthand, Fox looks up at Mr. and Mrs. Ward with almost an air of indignation.

"I know that this is hard, and that your daughter has been gone for an extended period of time, but there is a strong possibility that she's still out there." His usual casual and almost jovial nature is replaced with something borderline stern. Hazel eyes move from one to another before settling back on Mr. Ward.

"Don't give up on her. I'm here so that we can find her. You know better than I do how tough she is." Sable was strong, feisty and determined. There was no way she was going down without a fight. With that being said, Agent Mulder picks up his glass of water and tries to settle his emotions. Cases like this always felt so personal, even when he didn't know the victim.

"Have you received any strange calls or letters? Was there anyone new in Sable's life that she had been talking to before her disappearance?"

He gives Mulder a slow nod, his eyes focusing on Mulder's hands as they moved. He just didn't know what to do, what to think. You hear about the disappearances in the world, in your own backyard, and you can only hope and pray that whatever happened doesn't happen to you. No bodies were ever discovered, the police would say that's a good thing, but deep in the pits of his stomach Mr. Ward knew otherwise. It just meant that whoever took their families hid the bodies too well.

" Right, right, of... of course, " He gives another nod, letting his eyes lower to focus down towards the carpeted floor. He needed to get his thoughts in order, retell the same information all over again. The police had already asked, but he doubted they even cared to remember a word he said. It was during this brief intermission that Mrs. Ward returned to the room, a small tray carrying three glasses of cool water in her hands. Mr. Ward turned to look at her as she set the tray down on the coffee table between the two of them. " He's... he's asking about what happened that day. " Mrs. Ward gives a nod of understanding while Mr. Ward turned his gaze back to Mulder. " It... it was like any other day. I got up, 6:30 am, out the door around... around 8:30. It's a 10 minute commute to work, but I try to leave a little early in case of traffic. I like to get in a little early. Sable... Sable, I think, was still asleep. " " She wasn't a morning person. " " No, she, uh... she woke up late, a lot. I was at work, most of the day. I come home a little after 5. We ate... we ate dinner together, I went to watch TV. I don't think Sable came back by time I went to bed. " Nerves, certainly, but underneath it all was something more. Though her parents loved her, dearly, it was obvious their different in interests had still put a wedge between them. He wouldn't call himself neglectful, no, just... unobservant. Sable often preferred to do her own thing without her parents looming over her. Hands off, really. Mrs. Ward, still standing by her husband's chair with her hands resting along the back, clears her throat. " I went grocery shopping around 10. Just for the basics, something for dinner... Sable was awake by then. I had made us both breakfast. I told her I was going shopping, like I said... she didn't really say anything. She seemed preoccupied, uhm... when I got home, she was in her room. She didn't really come out until later. She said she was going out. She... she always liked to go out, at night. I didn't think anything of it. When she didn't come back in the morning is when we called. "

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— JODI PICOULT

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Agent Fox Mulder is still getting his bearings. It's a little hard to acclimate to being practically abducted when your whole life was surrounded by the pursuit of aliens. Is he an X-File now? Technically he has been since his own sister, Samantha, was abducted back when he was a teen.

Mulder has become so wrapped up in his personal thoughts, that he almost misses Dwight speaking up to him.

"Huh?" He responds rather eloquently, "Oh uh, hey." Coming back to planet Earth, the agent sticks out his hand in order for the other man to shake, "Fox Mulder. FBI. You uh ... You have any idea where we are right now?"

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Dwight strikes a grin (forced?) upon seeing a new face. Why does the newcomer strangely remind him of Leon? Dwight feels as if he's become somewhat of the 'greeter' of the Fog... Any time someone new showed up, his empathetic nature (or was it the others' indifference?) urged him to take charge whenever someone new, confused, and sometimes already injured would enter this realm. He almost pitied the man before him:

Welcome to the Fog, he wanted to say...

"Hey," he says instead, mustering the most comforting - yet clearly exhausted - voice he could. "I'm Dwight..."

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Hey gang! I'm not dead! In more ways than one!

I've been in and out of the hospital recently (again, I know) and have been taking this impromptu hiatus to recover. I'll be trying to come back to Mulder soon but just wanted to pop in and say hey. Thank you to those that have followed me in my absence. Feel free to send me memes or simple asks.

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