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Log: Complete ( Part 2 )
When; Dec. 13th ( just after midnight )
Rating; PG-13 for language
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m1jac0ge0 Mulder, scullylogic Scully, noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent, revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt Alessa
Summary; Mulder heads off half-cocked to 'save' Scully, met Scarab and Vincent along the way. Meanwhile, Scully has a little talk with the Halo of the Sun
Tune in again next time,
Log;
Scully clenched and unclenched her fist as she traveled down the hallway. Paintings from the renaissance era adorned the walls, and although the persian carpet cushioned the floor, it still managed to creak. She winced every time it did so, but she figured that they would be expecting her either way.
She rounded the corner and halted in her tracks, her face paling at the sight before her.
It was Mulder.
The woman who had introduced herself as Keico held him in her arms while the man who called himself Father Vincent followed close behind. Scully, backtracked slowly, her hand reaching for her gun. A sick feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. I was too late, she thought, her mind racing. Mulder looked unconscious and was obviously not in any condition to make a run for it. Come on, Dana, think! she thought to herself. She could either be stupid and attempt a rescue, or, she could be patient and wait for her window of opportunity. If they could take down Mulder, a seasoned ex-agent of the FBI, then they could certainly take her down too. It would be better to stick to the original plan and ensure her safety and Mulder's. With that decided, she slowly began to follow Keico and Vincent down the hallway, as silently as possible.
---
Scarab huffed under the unconscious man's weight and paused to turn toward Vincent.
" Ok, do me a favor and go get Master, I'm going to get him to a room."
She didn't wait for his response, and instead turned to head up one of the staircases.
The bedrooms were on the second floor, and she knew of at least one that was already furnished and meant to be used as a 'guest' bedroom....Though she wasn't sure what sorts of 'guests' her Lord was thinking of entertaining like that.
" I think he's in the kitchens?" she suggested...the mark would react in his presense, and though they were all connected, she and Teacher seemed to have a better idea on how to use those marks to locate the others if they were reasonably close by.
She hefted Mulder to sit easier on her shoulder ( dead weight of any kind is always heavy ) and made her way up to the second room on the right, just past the stairs.
First she sort of awwardly shoved the agent off her shoulder and across the bed, but when he didn't seem to be woken by the manhandling, she dragged him to lay reasonably comfortably against the pillows.
A quick backtrack to get the lights on, and she removed her sword from her back, leaned it against the far wall, pulled a chair up nearer to the bed, and removed one of her pistols to hold loosely in her lap in order to keep a watch in case he came to.
---
Vincent nodded, and turned to go back. He'd had his fingers to his mouth, as he had been unable to resist the temptation to taste the blood on the snow where Mulder had cut himself on Scarab's sword. As Vincent headed back, he became aware of someone's presence there, as Scully had been following.
---
Scully could hear Vincent's footsteps approaching and quickly put on her best confused expression as he turned the corner and saw her. Keico had taken Mulder to a room, but she was armed and more than capable of taking Scully down.
If she were able to converse with Xulchibara, who seemed to be the one in control in this "family", she would have to reason with the man himself and not one of his minions.
"Oh, Vincent!" Scully said, her expression one of pure confusion.
"Do you know where the kitchens are? Xulchibara told me he and Alessa had coffee. I was going to drink some before I left. I still can't help but get lost in this huge house. It's big, you know?"
She prayed that he took the bait, that he wouldn't be able to see past her facade.
---
Vincent startled a bit; caught red-handed (or, well, with blood on his lips). He coughed, pushed his glasses up more firmly on the bridge of his nose, and bluffed, hoping she hadn't seen himself and Scarab go by with the captive they'd just taken.
"Oh. Miss Scully," he said, poker faced, "But of course. I used to get lost all the time, myself. If you'd just follow me..." he managed a bit of an awkward smile and then hurried past her, lest she note he was acting suspiciously.
He led the way to where Xuchilbara and Alessa were. "There you go," he said to Scully and then, glancing at Xuchilbara, sort of 'mindsent' him, Upstairs. Scarab. she's with the FBI agent I told you about.
---
The God in human form was behaving rather human indeed.
The kitchen's lights had been dialed down as an allowance to him and his affinity for darkness, and a large candle on the small island cast dancing shadows across much of him, thus casting his pale complexion in shades of warmth.
His eyes, as always, were the exception.
They cast feral lights of thier own as they flicked from first Vincent, to Scully, though his calm expression never altered from the soft smile that hinted at a deeper cruelty.
He cocked his head to the side, and leaned foreward to rest one arm on the countertop where he sat, and let that smile stretch more fully across his features.
Flame wreathed eyes seeming to look through her, and see the nervous tension that marked her.
" It seems your dear Fox has come calling, Dana."
Those eyes flicked back to Vincent, reading the exchange between The Dragon, and the Agent in the other man's eyes. The God's hand trailed through Alessa's hair. She stood before him as they had been recently speaking.
"Does he often threaten strangers at gunpoint for no apparent reason?" the almost playful tone was rather convincing as a human affectation. A pity his eyes always gave him away.
---
Scully's hand wanted to twitch or reach for the gun in her holster, but she knew better. Experience had taught her not to panic, to reason with them first and foremost. She would have to tread carefully.
Xulchibara was not a fool, and he was very dangerous.
"Sounds just like him, too," Scully said, crossing her arms so as to prevent herself from doing anything stupid. "He is a bit irrational. I'm not surprised. I hope you can forgive his rude intrusion on your home. He doesn't know any better, really." Her eyes met Xulchibara's bravely, refusing to let him see her as something weak to be played around with. She would get the two of them out of here safely in one piece. She was sure of it.
---
Vincent hadn't been invited to this little kafeeklatch, but he took it upon himself to sit down anyhow. He had said Mulder might be trouble, and he was feeling gleefully I-told-you-so. He licked the last of the blood
from his fingers and reached for a cake. Already knowing he was never going to earn any sort of respect or brownie points from Alessa, he mindsent her anyway, I hope we get to EAT that guy.
---
Mulder swam back up from the muddle of unconsciousness into a nightmare. Hardly surprising considering where he was...he awoke with a startled shout, saw Scarab, and irrationally threw himself at her. For all he knew they were still outside, still fighting, or perhaps he'd just mistaken her for the thing that was in his nightmare?
---
Scarab had enough time to get the Glock to bare before Mulder launched himself at her.
The two of them went back, the chiar tipped and she squeezed off a round which did nothing more than make a loud noise and a hole in the cieling.
They hit the floor and the gun went skidding, but Scarab was more concerned with getting him off her.
He managed to hit her soundly, knocking off her mask, ( and probably cutting his hand again since her mask had sharp edges to it.) but it hurt, and she tasted blood again.
He had been overbalanced when the chair tipped, so she capatalizined on that and used her legs to push him up, over her head, and thus off.
She, meanwhile, rolled to the side and came up about the same time he did.
Scarab had had enough time to straddle his back, her arms snaking out viper-quick, one around his throat, the other behind his head, and squeezed.
" Calm the fuck down!" she snarled, now rather pissed he'd gotten the drop on her not once but twice.
---
Alessa shivered at the contact from her god, the memories of a few nights ago drifting back to her for a brief moment. It was hard to keep her composure nowadays when Xulchibara was concerned. Either way, Alessa's blue eyes studied Dana carefully. This woman was very strong, and she had to respect her for that. She was not one to be taken lightly. An innocent? she could hear the silent inquiries of her children in the tunnels.
Yes, an innocent, she decided, a smile creeping over her features. And Fox? Her partner? Well. He meant well, she supposed. Dangerous, a worthy adversary. But if approached correctly...a valued comrade.
Not this time, Vincent, Alessa said, mentally sending out her decision as jury to Xulchibara.
Both innocents. Could be useful to us.
---
Vincent toyed with a tea cup. He picked up a fork and a spoon and set the spoon-bowl through the tines of the fork, balanced them atop the teacup. He looked at Scully. "So. your partner- is he? He'd taken an interest in the goings on here for some time now. He was eyeballing myself and Keico at the ball, and now he's just come charging in here...this IS standard FBI procedure, is it? or... was your coming here not a coincidence?" Vincent wanted to know if Scully was here to spy as well.
---
Alessa's 'innocent' was flailing around, trying to dislodge Scarab from his back. Wheezing, his face going red from the lack of air, he wobbled around and then struck his back against the wall with real intention. "...Sculleeeee!" he gasped, determined his partner was here somewhere, and would somehow hear him, winded as he was.
---
Xulchilbara watched Dana closely while Vincent spoke, save the brief glance he gave Alessa at her assessment.
DaNa, PeRhApS....FoX ReMaInS To bE sEeN. he said to Alessa simply. Jury she was, and her decision was taken into account, but he was the judge.
Scully had taken her eyes off the God briefly, and he took that oppurtunity to close his own eyes for a moment.
This, of course, was the only outward sign, but inwardly, he reached through the layers of reality, and the space between to take hold of the very confused mind flailing upstairs.
All perception is releative, and so what the might translates as 'real' is what is considered 'real' no matter if the object ( or being) the mind percieves is physically there or not.
Thus did the Red God seem one moment nowhere, then simply within the same space as the two combatants.
He was somewhat irritated with this particular human, and so there was no gentleness in him as he reached for Agent Mulder.
Scarab, having had her head cracked against the wall had released Mulder to slide limply down the wall and to her knees.
Xulchilbara, however, was not so eaily dealt with.
The God's eyes flared with a chaotic fire, and his hand snapped out, far faster than most humans could percieve, much less react to, and took hold of Mulder's jaw with a grip like a steel vice.
Those wrong eyes found the agent's and forced his attention.
ShE iS uNhArMeD, AnD QuItE SaFe; It iS YoUr OwN WeLfArE YoU ShOuLd Be CoNcErNeD wiTh.
StOp AcTiNg LiKe A FoOl
The pain that his marked children were bufferred against was undiluted with Mulder. Pain mixed with bliss, and thus becoming a strange unidentifiable sensation.
The pain of His 'voice' however, was not so unidentifiable as it raked across Mulder's mind.
---
Scarab's head was spinning, but she blinked up at the appearence of her Master from the floor...and wisely chose to remain there.
It felt more natural to be on her knees with him anyway.
Sure that the Agent was neautralized now, she reached up and pulled the fabric piece across her lower face down to wipe at the mess of blood from her nose.
---
"NO!" Mulder yowled , continuing to try to struggle for a moment or two anyway. He had been attacked by more supernatural and extraterrestrial beings than one could shake a stick at, and perhaps this was why his fight or flight instincts were kicked up so high... finally, though, Xuchilbara's gaze met his, and he froze as if hypnotized, twitching occasionally in reaction to the sensations, but unable to wiggle free from that gaze.
Neutralized indeed, for now, anyway.
He had hurt himself, knocking Scarab off his back, and she was not the only one having a nosebleed. His breathing sounded labored and wet, and it was clear he was choking on his own blood a bit. The cut on his hand was torn again, and there was blood on his collar from the shallow cut across his neck. Other than that he seemed unharmed, but there was an almost feral craziness in his eyes, much like a frightened animal.
"Where is she?" he managed to choke out, then coughed up a bit of the blood he'd been swallowing.
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters;
m1jac0ge0 Mulder, scullylogic Scully, noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent, revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt AlessaSummary; Mulder heads off half-cocked to 'save' Scully, met Scarab and Vincent along the way. Meanwhile, Scully has a little talk with the Halo of the Sun
Tune in again next time,
Log;
Scully clenched and unclenched her fist as she traveled down the hallway. Paintings from the renaissance era adorned the walls, and although the persian carpet cushioned the floor, it still managed to creak. She winced every time it did so, but she figured that they would be expecting her either way.
She rounded the corner and halted in her tracks, her face paling at the sight before her.
It was Mulder.
The woman who had introduced herself as Keico held him in her arms while the man who called himself Father Vincent followed close behind. Scully, backtracked slowly, her hand reaching for her gun. A sick feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. I was too late, she thought, her mind racing. Mulder looked unconscious and was obviously not in any condition to make a run for it. Come on, Dana, think! she thought to herself. She could either be stupid and attempt a rescue, or, she could be patient and wait for her window of opportunity. If they could take down Mulder, a seasoned ex-agent of the FBI, then they could certainly take her down too. It would be better to stick to the original plan and ensure her safety and Mulder's. With that decided, she slowly began to follow Keico and Vincent down the hallway, as silently as possible.
---
Scarab huffed under the unconscious man's weight and paused to turn toward Vincent.
" Ok, do me a favor and go get Master, I'm going to get him to a room."
She didn't wait for his response, and instead turned to head up one of the staircases.
The bedrooms were on the second floor, and she knew of at least one that was already furnished and meant to be used as a 'guest' bedroom....Though she wasn't sure what sorts of 'guests' her Lord was thinking of entertaining like that.
" I think he's in the kitchens?" she suggested...the mark would react in his presense, and though they were all connected, she and Teacher seemed to have a better idea on how to use those marks to locate the others if they were reasonably close by.
She hefted Mulder to sit easier on her shoulder ( dead weight of any kind is always heavy ) and made her way up to the second room on the right, just past the stairs.
First she sort of awwardly shoved the agent off her shoulder and across the bed, but when he didn't seem to be woken by the manhandling, she dragged him to lay reasonably comfortably against the pillows.
A quick backtrack to get the lights on, and she removed her sword from her back, leaned it against the far wall, pulled a chair up nearer to the bed, and removed one of her pistols to hold loosely in her lap in order to keep a watch in case he came to.
---
Vincent nodded, and turned to go back. He'd had his fingers to his mouth, as he had been unable to resist the temptation to taste the blood on the snow where Mulder had cut himself on Scarab's sword. As Vincent headed back, he became aware of someone's presence there, as Scully had been following.
---
Scully could hear Vincent's footsteps approaching and quickly put on her best confused expression as he turned the corner and saw her. Keico had taken Mulder to a room, but she was armed and more than capable of taking Scully down.
If she were able to converse with Xulchibara, who seemed to be the one in control in this "family", she would have to reason with the man himself and not one of his minions.
"Oh, Vincent!" Scully said, her expression one of pure confusion.
"Do you know where the kitchens are? Xulchibara told me he and Alessa had coffee. I was going to drink some before I left. I still can't help but get lost in this huge house. It's big, you know?"
She prayed that he took the bait, that he wouldn't be able to see past her facade.
---
Vincent startled a bit; caught red-handed (or, well, with blood on his lips). He coughed, pushed his glasses up more firmly on the bridge of his nose, and bluffed, hoping she hadn't seen himself and Scarab go by with the captive they'd just taken.
"Oh. Miss Scully," he said, poker faced, "But of course. I used to get lost all the time, myself. If you'd just follow me..." he managed a bit of an awkward smile and then hurried past her, lest she note he was acting suspiciously.
He led the way to where Xuchilbara and Alessa were. "There you go," he said to Scully and then, glancing at Xuchilbara, sort of 'mindsent' him, Upstairs. Scarab. she's with the FBI agent I told you about.
---
The God in human form was behaving rather human indeed.
The kitchen's lights had been dialed down as an allowance to him and his affinity for darkness, and a large candle on the small island cast dancing shadows across much of him, thus casting his pale complexion in shades of warmth.
His eyes, as always, were the exception.
They cast feral lights of thier own as they flicked from first Vincent, to Scully, though his calm expression never altered from the soft smile that hinted at a deeper cruelty.
He cocked his head to the side, and leaned foreward to rest one arm on the countertop where he sat, and let that smile stretch more fully across his features.
Flame wreathed eyes seeming to look through her, and see the nervous tension that marked her.
" It seems your dear Fox has come calling, Dana."
Those eyes flicked back to Vincent, reading the exchange between The Dragon, and the Agent in the other man's eyes. The God's hand trailed through Alessa's hair. She stood before him as they had been recently speaking.
"Does he often threaten strangers at gunpoint for no apparent reason?" the almost playful tone was rather convincing as a human affectation. A pity his eyes always gave him away.
---
Scully's hand wanted to twitch or reach for the gun in her holster, but she knew better. Experience had taught her not to panic, to reason with them first and foremost. She would have to tread carefully.
Xulchibara was not a fool, and he was very dangerous.
"Sounds just like him, too," Scully said, crossing her arms so as to prevent herself from doing anything stupid. "He is a bit irrational. I'm not surprised. I hope you can forgive his rude intrusion on your home. He doesn't know any better, really." Her eyes met Xulchibara's bravely, refusing to let him see her as something weak to be played around with. She would get the two of them out of here safely in one piece. She was sure of it.
---
Vincent hadn't been invited to this little kafeeklatch, but he took it upon himself to sit down anyhow. He had said Mulder might be trouble, and he was feeling gleefully I-told-you-so. He licked the last of the blood
from his fingers and reached for a cake. Already knowing he was never going to earn any sort of respect or brownie points from Alessa, he mindsent her anyway, I hope we get to EAT that guy.
---
Mulder swam back up from the muddle of unconsciousness into a nightmare. Hardly surprising considering where he was...he awoke with a startled shout, saw Scarab, and irrationally threw himself at her. For all he knew they were still outside, still fighting, or perhaps he'd just mistaken her for the thing that was in his nightmare?
---
Scarab had enough time to get the Glock to bare before Mulder launched himself at her.
The two of them went back, the chiar tipped and she squeezed off a round which did nothing more than make a loud noise and a hole in the cieling.
They hit the floor and the gun went skidding, but Scarab was more concerned with getting him off her.
He managed to hit her soundly, knocking off her mask, ( and probably cutting his hand again since her mask had sharp edges to it.) but it hurt, and she tasted blood again.
He had been overbalanced when the chair tipped, so she capatalizined on that and used her legs to push him up, over her head, and thus off.
She, meanwhile, rolled to the side and came up about the same time he did.
Scarab had had enough time to straddle his back, her arms snaking out viper-quick, one around his throat, the other behind his head, and squeezed.
" Calm the fuck down!" she snarled, now rather pissed he'd gotten the drop on her not once but twice.
---
Alessa shivered at the contact from her god, the memories of a few nights ago drifting back to her for a brief moment. It was hard to keep her composure nowadays when Xulchibara was concerned. Either way, Alessa's blue eyes studied Dana carefully. This woman was very strong, and she had to respect her for that. She was not one to be taken lightly. An innocent? she could hear the silent inquiries of her children in the tunnels.
Yes, an innocent, she decided, a smile creeping over her features. And Fox? Her partner? Well. He meant well, she supposed. Dangerous, a worthy adversary. But if approached correctly...a valued comrade.
Not this time, Vincent, Alessa said, mentally sending out her decision as jury to Xulchibara.
Both innocents. Could be useful to us.
---
Vincent toyed with a tea cup. He picked up a fork and a spoon and set the spoon-bowl through the tines of the fork, balanced them atop the teacup. He looked at Scully. "So. your partner- is he? He'd taken an interest in the goings on here for some time now. He was eyeballing myself and Keico at the ball, and now he's just come charging in here...this IS standard FBI procedure, is it? or... was your coming here not a coincidence?" Vincent wanted to know if Scully was here to spy as well.
---
Alessa's 'innocent' was flailing around, trying to dislodge Scarab from his back. Wheezing, his face going red from the lack of air, he wobbled around and then struck his back against the wall with real intention. "...Sculleeeee!" he gasped, determined his partner was here somewhere, and would somehow hear him, winded as he was.
---
Xulchilbara watched Dana closely while Vincent spoke, save the brief glance he gave Alessa at her assessment.
DaNa, PeRhApS....FoX ReMaInS To bE sEeN. he said to Alessa simply. Jury she was, and her decision was taken into account, but he was the judge.
Scully had taken her eyes off the God briefly, and he took that oppurtunity to close his own eyes for a moment.
This, of course, was the only outward sign, but inwardly, he reached through the layers of reality, and the space between to take hold of the very confused mind flailing upstairs.
All perception is releative, and so what the might translates as 'real' is what is considered 'real' no matter if the object ( or being) the mind percieves is physically there or not.
Thus did the Red God seem one moment nowhere, then simply within the same space as the two combatants.
He was somewhat irritated with this particular human, and so there was no gentleness in him as he reached for Agent Mulder.
Scarab, having had her head cracked against the wall had released Mulder to slide limply down the wall and to her knees.
Xulchilbara, however, was not so eaily dealt with.
The God's eyes flared with a chaotic fire, and his hand snapped out, far faster than most humans could percieve, much less react to, and took hold of Mulder's jaw with a grip like a steel vice.
Those wrong eyes found the agent's and forced his attention.
ShE iS uNhArMeD, AnD QuItE SaFe; It iS YoUr OwN WeLfArE YoU ShOuLd Be CoNcErNeD wiTh.
StOp AcTiNg LiKe A FoOl
The pain that his marked children were bufferred against was undiluted with Mulder. Pain mixed with bliss, and thus becoming a strange unidentifiable sensation.
The pain of His 'voice' however, was not so unidentifiable as it raked across Mulder's mind.
---
Scarab's head was spinning, but she blinked up at the appearence of her Master from the floor...and wisely chose to remain there.
It felt more natural to be on her knees with him anyway.
Sure that the Agent was neautralized now, she reached up and pulled the fabric piece across her lower face down to wipe at the mess of blood from her nose.
---
"NO!" Mulder yowled , continuing to try to struggle for a moment or two anyway. He had been attacked by more supernatural and extraterrestrial beings than one could shake a stick at, and perhaps this was why his fight or flight instincts were kicked up so high... finally, though, Xuchilbara's gaze met his, and he froze as if hypnotized, twitching occasionally in reaction to the sensations, but unable to wiggle free from that gaze.
Neutralized indeed, for now, anyway.
He had hurt himself, knocking Scarab off his back, and she was not the only one having a nosebleed. His breathing sounded labored and wet, and it was clear he was choking on his own blood a bit. The cut on his hand was torn again, and there was blood on his collar from the shallow cut across his neck. Other than that he seemed unharmed, but there was an almost feral craziness in his eyes, much like a frightened animal.
"Where is she?" he managed to choke out, then coughed up a bit of the blood he'd been swallowing.