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Log::Complete
When; Feb 11th sometime at night.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Lobsel Vith, Fox Mulder, and anyone else who ventures to show up.
Summary; Mulder has been revived, but damage done by the red God will have to be healed by the Yellow God.
Log; So he wasn't dead after all. A bemusing and curious thing that while Henry Townshend was gone, Mulder had been resurrected. When hearing of it, the Yellow God sensed a great despair going on with Mulder.
Despair, that was everywhere lately. Seemed as if though people preferred to kill instead of love. She sighed to herself, knowing what she would have to do. Out in the middle of the park, (for see this is where she's made her home.) she willed herself into a small fire, and then willed herself outside of room 302 as a tiny flame. She could sense Mulder there, knowing well that she'd have to be careful in revealing herself.
Flame ontop of flame till she was flesh, and she made her presence known to Mulder.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Lobsel Vith, Fox Mulder, and anyone else who ventures to show up.
Summary; Mulder has been revived, but damage done by the red God will have to be healed by the Yellow God.
Log; So he wasn't dead after all. A bemusing and curious thing that while Henry Townshend was gone, Mulder had been resurrected. When hearing of it, the Yellow God sensed a great despair going on with Mulder.
Despair, that was everywhere lately. Seemed as if though people preferred to kill instead of love. She sighed to herself, knowing what she would have to do. Out in the middle of the park, (for see this is where she's made her home.) she willed herself into a small fire, and then willed herself outside of room 302 as a tiny flame. She could sense Mulder there, knowing well that she'd have to be careful in revealing herself.
Flame ontop of flame till she was flesh, and she made her presence known to Mulder.
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Shit.
Shook-off the feelings of sadness, then stepped-in.
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Still she was curious about this deity, wanted to see what all the commotion was about. Heading into the building, climbing up the stairs she stopped short on the third floor when she noticed a man wandering the halls in an utterly disgruntled fashion.
Then there was the lady standing in the fire.
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He'd honestly thought he could handle this.
The last thing he'd probably expected was to wind up decapitated, killed perhaps just out of curiousity and for fun by Sullivan.
His head had been sent as a 'gift' to scare Alessa Gillespie and Father Vincent.
His body had still been in 302 when the city had revived him.
Walter had learned all kinds of things about Xuchilbara by taking Henry's essence. One of the many things he knew was that Xuchilbara had once hypnotized Mulder into an amnesiaced trance, and had left a catchphrase so that he could do it to the agent again any time it amused him or he got too close to learning some cult secret or threatened Alessa.
Walter said the catchphrase, and booted Mulder out of 302.
The agent was wandering the halls. He was cold- the revived dead never did quite regain the body temperature of the living- and he was confused. Even if the transition from death to rebirth wasn't disorienting enough, now he'd had a big chunk taken out of his memory again.
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Carefully she walked up to the man, when close enough she whispered, "Mr. Mulder, I can help you, but only if you want it."
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He was barely able to form words when hit with Xuchilbara's spell, and his body did not feel right to him at all.
"...cold..." was all he said.
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Not likin the cold, he was in the habit of layerin when needed. Stuck his hands inside the pockets of the black leather jacket worn under the trench. The hallway was fuckin cold.
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Transforming her right hand into a flame she grabbed Mulder by the shoulder with her left hand pulled him to face her and then pressed her right hand against his chest.
"Mulder, snap the hell out of it!" she shouted.
This better at least snap him out for a moment.
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He screamed, tripped over his feet, tripped over the length of Jan's coat, and sprawled ungainly on the floor.
Realizing only that he was laying down, he curled over on his side.
He was shivering. No body heat, after all.
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She paused, then remembered her reputation in the City as a slut God.
"And no, we don't need to do that" she whispered softly.
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"You don't do that with a person. What the hell is wrong with her?" Lilly said to herself.
She would have done something, but something about the situation told her to let it be.
No matter how difficult that may be.
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The newbie didn't hardly bat an eye to any of it. Jan was impressed and wonderin if she was a cop or something. How else could she be handlin this weird shit?
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Remembered something from their earlier online conversation. Bein causal as fuckin possible, he made eye-contact. Flashed a smile, white teeth dazzling against the dark-skin and gold lip rings. Fangs he usually kept half unsheathed for effect, slowly comin all the way out. Felt his mouth elongatin to accomodate their full length.
For a minute, he probably looked like a humanized feral cat. Then quickly he resheathed the fangs back to half-exposed, everything revertin back to normal.
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She suddenly realized that by staying here she'd have to abadonned alot of her own beliefs out the window.
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Too bad Lyra wasn't there, she may have been able to explain how in the past when this had happened Mulder'd barely been able to remember his own name, let alone converse.
Perhaps Jan would be able to enlighten the fire god, or perhaps this stranger might be able to access the type of shock Mulder was in?
As for Mulder himself, he just kinda laid where he was, and groaned a little, rocked himself back and forth.
He was out of it.
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"Ma'am, I think you better stop asking questions and just do something for the man."
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"I'm going to heal you, Mulder. First I'm going to say something to where you don't feel pain."
She started to rub his head while uttering some arcane words. If this worked correctly then Mulder we be in a very relaxed state. This was essential because the next step was to use alchemical fire to burn inside of Mulder's unconsciousness, and burn away the effect left by Xuchilbara.
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Mulder fell sound asleep and started snoring.
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Then she begin to speak.
"The balance of despair and joy broken.
The balance of salvation and kindness broken.
In the name of thyself the Yellow God, God of Fire
I cleanse thee Mulder from the effects of Xuchilbara.
Fire burn blood.
Fire burn blood.
In all that is Holy and Great I command for so, that your faith has healed you!"
She let go of his head, and waited.
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Mulder snored on.
Finally, a moment of apnea. His breath hitched, he sort of half coughed, half gasped, and woke up.
Looked up to see Lobsel Vith.
"um...hi."
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"Mulder! You're ok! I'm so happy!!" She said gleefully like a child who had gotten a pony for Christmas.
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A sickening thought came to Lilly. George would have really loved this woman.
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"...scully?" he asked hopefully, but no, she wasn't.
Finally he realized he'd been lying on the floor, and tried to get up.
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Who was Skully?
"No, I'm Rush. Detective Lilly Rush."
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There was a difference between being alive, and coming back from the dead, and he was just starting to feel those differences.
"How long was I...?"he glanced around. realized they were still in Walter's building.
He looked worried, as though scared the killer was going to open the door and pull him back into that horrible room.
"I need to get out of here," he muttered.
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Something was still wrong. Something...he couldn't put his finger on it.
He tried to sort of sense what it might be, but he couldn't.
The woman was asking his name.
Instinct made him reach for his badge and that's when he figured it.
Heartbeat.
No heartbeat.
His hand stayed for a moment upon his chest instead've finishing the reach for the wallet in his breastpocket.
He frowned.
"Where did it go?" he asked, to no one in particular.
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"Hate to break up the party folks, but it's best we get away from this room."
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He was the first to hurry towards the stairwell.
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The detective had heard some crazy shit on the force including the words of a man who thought himself to be the God of the woods; but this right here took the cake.
Still she followed the two "people" outside.
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After all the fucked-up shit that had happen, it was nice havin something good for a change. Ok Mulder wasn't exactly alive like he was before but he sure as shit wasn't dead-dead.
Jan was more than willin to take whatever 'good' he could get right now. Made dealin with Henry's permament death, Millennium's threats and all that other shit a little easier to deal with.
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What Mulder wanted more than anything was to get back to his own apartment.
"I...I think I'll be alright." he said to the others.
"I just want to go back to my place now."
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Then she turned to blonde woman, and asked "What is your name?"
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"I am Lobsel Vith." she finally said before walking away from Lilly and back to the park. She really needed to ask the main deities about a new building of sorts.
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