Posts by mulder

"That's one way to get your strength back." Tempest definitely looks better than he did when he arrived, a testament to the healers' of the clan's work and his will to survive. The lanky kitsune comes to stand with the other observers, having caught that they doesn't want help so he doesn't push it. Instead, Mulder scans his violet orbs over the items that the other male is hauling into his cabin, eyeing the array of small figures and plants in curiosity. His own cabin is filled up with books, notes, objects that have outlived their usefulness from the long bygone era of the two-legs. "Do you do healing?" He gestures to the items, not immediately recognizing them as anything to do with religion. Though he's a supernatural nutcase, somehow religion never really spoke to him like hunting aliens and spectral beings did. He's always found a strange parallel when it comes to religion and his own beliefs however, never missing the similarity of blind faith required for both in most cases. Maybe too, he's far too used to clan life now because it takes him several moments to even realize what such a large quantity of moss is for. "You can borrow some of our blankets if you want. Bargh only has a trillion of them." The ground is hard enough, but when he's fallen asleep on the cabin floor over a book, Mulder's learned that the wood and stone floors without any cushioning defines a whole new level of backache. To think he used to tease Barghest for his back cramps as being old.

Mulder hadn't know Michael well, only having seen the lion a few times when he and his mate first arrived, so he doesn't immediately recognize who's cabin the Polaris and his brother, the Pol- wait. He almost laughs at himself as he corrects it, the Polaris and his brother, the now Penumbra, but quickly the mirth leaves the kitsune's face as he realizes the salt of tears is in the air. His gait slows, at first wondering if he should leave the two alone to comfort one another, but he's too close to just turn around now and he's worried about what the problem is. If he were his normal size, he would have just slipped right between both of them to deliver a big hug. Since he's too large for that now, Mulder tries to take something out of Barghest's playbook back when he was just a tiny nothing. He just pulls his head down to attempt to gently nose Spirit and Amara's heads before he cranes his neck back with a questioning whine. "Are you two alright?" Did someone die and he miss it? No, that wouldn't fit with what he'd heard Ama say and he purses his lips in thought. With a little deductive reasoning and his own recent talk with the feline before him, he realizes then on a soft 'oh.'

Both of them had fallen on hard times with their loves up and leaving them, something that still boggles the kitsune's mind. He's never realized until recently how lucky he is to have Barghest; no matter what prices their relationship came at, he knows neither of them would just up and leave one another without a word. That also means though, that he doesn't really know what he can to help the situation so he just goes to what comes to mind. "You're both handsome and kind men," Oh shit, should he be talking like this? He feels his face redden some under his grey fur, but thankfully it stays hidden. "Uh, one day you'll both find someone who can appreciate that fully. Just don't find an asshole like I did." He smirks lightly, joking yet he's inwardly actually counting them lucky not to have known Barghest in his jerkass days. He's calmed down a lot since he's aged and moved here, that's for sure.

If he had known the first Brigaider to meet him dueled in the Exiles, curiosity definitely would have gotten the best of him to ask about their welfare- no matter how bad that might look for an Elysian. He was Warden there with his mate not too long ago and he's forever curious to know how Cory is doing with his leadership they passed on to him yet dreading the day he might have to face his former clanmates in battle. It's a hard mix of emotions and maybe he's conflating missing them with missing anticlan life, but all of these thoughts about his secret desires are swept under the rug when he morphs into his usual, calm smile. "Nice to meet you as well, Jimin. Are you liking PB so far? I don't know much about here myself, that's pretty sorry for an ambassador." He smiles wider and laughs before gesturing to the gifts he's just now delivered. "No problem, take your pick. Good to hear things are a-ok. They're much the same in Elysia. Steady. I wish for a lot more action, really." Of course, at the time of this visit, that was true but even if he had come after, he would have thought twice about sharing information on such a rocky situation. He should be careful what he wishes for.

The kitsune's attention turns to the patter of a child's paws then, having become very familiar with the sound from the presence of his own children. Another laugh finds it's way past his lips, not used to hearing those kind of nicknames anymore and he's quick to oblige the cutie. "Of course! What's your name, miss? I'll even give you two for being so polite." The kitsune dips his paw into the bag, fishing out two sweet strawberry jam pastries from Amaranthine's breakfast preparation and passes them over Katydid's way. His mate will probably be heartbroken to know he pilfered some of the ones he was saving for later, but Barghest would live. He definitely can't be getting potbellied when they're about to be married, Mulder won't stand for it. His attention turns to Maxine then and he nods courteously to her introduction before cracking a more laid back grin toward the tiger. "You should drop by. We've got all sorts of strange shi-" Damn, wait, kid's here. "-things to sight see. Flying boats, floating islands, a big galaxy lake. I've been there long enough for it to not be so amazing anymore, but if the Coven has anything, it's crazy geography. Powered by magic, they say."

Mulder is surprised to see a familiar face, recognizing the calm demeanor of Roy's old roommate and always curious to see another former Exiler in general.. It seems to hold over even now as the lanky vulpine approaches with a shallow dip of his head in greeting. "Nice to see you again Yueliang, you've grown well. Volary is a neutral so I don't see why not, welcome... Oh, it's Mulder." He no longer looks like Mulder, now a tall pale kitsune rather than a scruffy short fox, but the change is recent and still odd to him so he doesn't think until the end to mention it. As for Volary, he's visited before and the creatures seemed nice, they even let he and Barghest attend one of their events on his request. "Do you want a tour?" Mulder feels pretty proud to be able to offer those now, considering he can now keep up with others over the vast islands. He is curious too of the domestic's want to dual but he doesn't want to bombard him with many questions, just wanting to keep it casual.

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Mulder too had curiosity about the boats upon arrival; how they and everything else worked on this strange assortment of floating lands. Just the general answer of magic isn't the most satisfying answer (or Nalaren's will, if one is religious) but it's the only one he has so far. For the boats themselves, he's never actually spent much time on them. Mulder always used to hitch a ride on the angelhound here's back should he need to go far across the isles, but now his body is too large for that so maybe he should get used to the floating vessels. Approaching them, he doesn't like that idea. Sure, heights don't scare him, but if his piloting skills for a boat are anything like his normal telekinesis, then he'd launch himself into space. He likes space, but from afar mostly.

His attention escapes his mental rambling to move his pale gaze onto the feline sitting there so quietly. He was always aware he was there, hyper aware almost, but for some inexplicable reason he's subject to a loss of sync between his thoughts and his quick senses. It's something Mulder's kept to himself, attributing it to just being scatter brained even in this foreign body. He approaches with ease, gently bumping his mate's side in greeting before coming to stand close by. The lanky kitsune focuses down on the domestic, staring by accident as his head begins a slow tilt to one side only to right itself seconds later. A relaxed smile slips across his muzzle and Mulder dips his head in greeting as he raises a paw to wave. "Name's Mulder, welcome. What about you?" His name, that is.

This was to be expected but Mulder still finds himself sighing softly as an inkling of a voice barely made it to his ears and a scent that doesn't belong here rides the wind upward. The kitsune rises up from his studies, motioning for an npc to go fetch spiritline , before he makes his way to one of the boats. Of course, he doesn't suspect Spirit would be very sympathetic over the woman who carved into him like a children's project and the kitsune himself was never her biggest fan though he never felt her direct wrath. He takes a shaky breath, more afraid of crashing this thing than the height as the stone vessel slowly descends- annoying slow really and he grumbles under his breath. As it goes, he considers he circumstances that led them here, wondering if the female below is aware of Hestia's plight. As far as he knows, she had survived Ver Million's attack but her condition is a mystery to him since it was critical and the long kitsune has no real business in an emergency situation.

He steps off of the boat once it reaches the lands and his long form reshuffles into composure. His lilac gaze settles on Calina, neither angry or pleased, just flatly neutral."I sent for him. What are you yelling about?" Naturally, Mulder knows very well why Shadowkeeper is here but he keeps a poker face for now, wanting to know what she knows before he just goes blindly running his mouth and boy can he be good at that.

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i know literally nothing about star wars, someone help me pls

FLYWEIGHT CHAMPION ✦ Mulder (storage)

Mulder dips his head in greeting to the pair, long tails swishing about in silent rotations as he looks between the two. "I'll take one." His last one didn't exactly go to plan, but hopefully that won't be a problem this time around (though he plans on reattempting the last). Just in case though, he's leaving his notes and books indoors this time.

Mulder despises Ruiners but in this case he's not familiar with Hebe's past, or even her as an individual just yet so he's casual in his approach- though his brow lifts up in questioning at her response. Lucky too he missed her exit from her portal or else she'd have a load of questions on her paws. "Tiger jam sounds disgustinggg." He makes an icky face before waving his paw as if he's got some of the imaginary substance on his paws. "He's Adonael's capture, what happens to him is up to him. Who are you anyway, miss?" That's the way it was always seen back in the Exiles anyway; capture em' and they're the captor's responsibility. The kitsune flicks his eyes over to the imprisoned tiger then, head tilting on an unnatural wide gaze momentarily as if he'll say something important, but turns out it's just heralding a yawn. "But all this whining sounds exactly like an Exiler thing to do." He would know, he had to listen to all of it when clanmates couldn't help but get their asses kicked repeatedly. He could almost keep time by it at one point and though he misses his old home sometimes, he's happy not to have to deal with that responsibility any longer. "But, I've got nothing better to do right now, so sure. I wasn't here for the tribe stuff though, I'm not even that old. Choose a different topic. Oh, why'd you go to the Exiles anyway?" Sure, they engaged in some hardcore tribalism themselves (Mulder remembers supporting it wholeheartedly) but he has no clue the state of the place now.

He can't recall ever participating in any maze related activities so he's marginally interested, silently humming with interest as he approaches on his mate's words. "Wanna get lost in a maze together?" Mulder hums cheekily, nudging the angelhound before turning to follow after Vangeance.

The feeling is likewise with his mate, much to Mulder's silent horror. The kitsune has just recently gotten used to his new lanky form so to demand anything else out of it but not falling when walking will be a feat in itself to perform. Not that he would have faired much better in his smaller form, but at least his stubby legs would have been kinda cute hopping around rather than doing an elegant twirl straight into the ground like a spin top. He had briefly considered taking a swig or two or three before he left the cabin but he knows that he can't do that at the wedding. Theoretically he could, but he'd rather not release his inner party animal on their big day. Ah, the big day, he wants to throw up (but in a happy way...?) thinking about it. "Ah-a, yup, thank you for doing this, Han. And I want to go ahead and apologize for the future headache." Mulder follows the dancer's instructions then, spreading his form out with his tails lashing behind him on instinct. He stifles a chuckle (not well) at Barghest's cracking back only to promptly shut up when his own snaps as if to correct his attitude. Mulder clears his throat then and reaches out a paw to pat Barghest's- to assure them both- then turns his attention back to Hanuel with an enthusiastic nod as he wiggles in place. "Yes, that would be just wonderful. I'm highly advanced at waddling."

Hm, that must have been Feliks. He watches the wolf morph into a bird before his eyes and drift away before shifting his eyes down to the rest of the company. Literally down, as the fox is so tall now that he wonders if he stood up on his back legs and stretched real long, could he see over the maze itself. He resists the temptation to try and instead dips his head in greeting as he passes by Thunderlanders and their allies, more focused on the maze right now though he's not an antisocial person. It's just that this new form has him fixated on all sorts of peculiar things- the green of these leaves, the sharp scent of dill, magnolia-. This twist of plants nearly glossing his eyes over in thought before he snaps back to with the sound of a vaguely familiar voice; another Covener. "I'm terrified. You wanna hold my paw?" Mulder chuckles out, knowing the words weren't for him but he can't help himself sometimes. His gaze shifts to a few npcs heading forward, ears twitching to listen in on their words to dictate where he should go. When one exclaims about hitting a dead end, he heads in the other direction until his method fails him when he wanders too far away from others. At least in the process he finds something intriguing.

Mulder's iced purple gaze shuffles across the wolf head carving, lifting a lithe paw to brush away a few leaves from the constructed maze scattered over the statue's visage. He admires the craftsmanship then shifts his attention to the sign posts and consequently the stones, meant to represent the deceased apparently. He's sure there are probably some ghosts drifting around here but this new form has canceled out his ability to see them. At one point that almost seemed like a blessing, but he's a little disappointed to not be able to talk to the ghosts about their memories and thoughts about all of this. The vulpine gained a good amount of his information from the ghosts in the Coven when he first joined in his original body. The dead have a lot of time to talk, after all, and apparently here they lead others positively. Mulder tilts his head, staring the stones down as if he'll gain the Sight again just in that motion alone and murmurs to himself, "Why stones...?" Plentiful, look mighty together, he reasons, but why those specifically? In Elysia, it'd be something like flowers, at least from what he saw when Adonael was cleaning his family graves. Flowers seem vapid, temporary, and he was never the hugest fan of them unlike his clanmates who keep sprawling gardens. Stones are plain... but they tend to stay.

Unfortunately, the Exiles had once experienced Dherog's wrath through manifestations of his magic wreaking havoc on their prison camp and the surrounding canyon when he and Barghest led. Disgusting, goopy monsters born from rock that both fascinated the vulpine and disgusted him. He remembers Lycoris's help gathering a sample of their putrid slime, Cory saving him from one of those wretched (yet kinda cool) zombies, and how technically they're the closest thing to a "sentient animal" that he's killed. That said, that doesn't mean he believes he's a god, nor does he believe it of Nalaren, but rather an agnostic view where they are just powerful beings. His mate has told him otherwise, but even someone like Mulder can be skeptical. Despite always being so dedicated to the supernatural in his studies and thoughts, he's always tried to take a semi-scientific approach to it all. Blind belief once before got him tangled up in the affairs of the Exiles, warped his mindset and got his head popped open, yet it also let him form friendships he'd never had as a loner, expanded his view of the world, and most importantly, found Barghest. One thing he can't forgive it for doing is getting his hopes up about the fate of his sister. So, even with a more tempered mindset, he's susceptible to forgetting healthy skepticism (especially when it comes to his favorite star travelers) but he does alright.

As the kitsune approaches, his eyes shift over the pair in quiet curiosity. Mulder remembers Tempest mentioning that his supplies was for something more than healing (Mulder was surprised he healed at all really, but then he remembered some basics are integral to loner life). To hear it concerns spirits interests him as he comes to stand beside Drusilla, dipping his head in greeting to them both and taking in the scent of the burning leaves. "Oh, there's trouble? So your house is haunted?" He looks over the cottage, quietly searching each window as if for a spooky face before focusing back on his clanmates. "I could have asked them to leave before, but I don't have the Sight anymore since I changed." Lost with his normal body, unfortunately.

It's always so strange to hear his mate called by his birth name because for Mulder, Barghest has always been just Barghest. Sure, the angelhound has been relatively open about his past to the vulpine, but Mulder has little concept of, and has never seen, Radioactiveplague (he's thankful that Barghest is much less of a mouthful), It's a mental disconnect for him that he's unsure how he feels about because sometimes it provokes different feelings, ranging from confusion to jealousy. To see there's yet another individual that his much older mate is familiar with is much less jarring since he's used somewhat used to it by now. The kitsune comes to stand his thin form between Star and Hebe (momentarily amused by their different approaches), head tilting as he regards the injured female in silent thought before speaking up. "Don't let him fool you with all his sparkles, he's old as dirt. He even drips dust." The kitsune flicks his paw the older male's way, indicating his wing born sleep spores, before looking down to the dark female's injured appendage only to hiss out a soft "yeesh." "Name's Mulder, sorry to meet you under these circumstances but you look tough. If they're still around, we could always hunt them down and kill them." Mulder smiles cheerily, tone sounding like his usual joking manner but lately he feels like that isn't so much out of the realm of possibility- the slightest gleam in his eye suggest as much. "Oh, here baby." Mulder pulls off Barghest's herb pouch that he borrows often, passing it on to the angelhound in case her injury could benefit from a little herb dressing or two.

It's been a long while since Mulder has heard someone with such a stutter and while that individual was insidious, unnatural, this girl seems sweet, though she could do well with a good meal or two. The Coven could definitely provide that and briefly, he curiously looks over to Hebe for her blunt confession of a similar situation before. Mulder was lucky have developed a decent smooth talk during his time as a loner, wiggling out of many a bad situation with it. He's not immune to bouts of awkwardness but overall he finds it easy to keep a cool, steady demeanor when he speaks. It was one of the few things he could take advantage of in his previously defenseless form after all, but now he's much larger, much more confident. He comes to stand beside his angelhound mate at almost an equal height these days, shifting a glance over to him as his cheery attitude. Ever since his sickness left him, he's seemed all the more kind- miles away from the way he used to be in the Exiles. It's curious to him that he feels himself growing colder by the day, but at least he still has his humor. Mulder's icy pastel purple gaze focuses on him momentarily before moving over to Jordan with a smile, dipping his head in greeting. "Name's Mulder, welcome Jordan. You get to pick your own cabin too, if you want." It's the only useful information he can think to tack on at the moment so he does lightly.

Mulder too is well acquainted with the elemental beasts that some individuals have the ability to cook up. Formerly in the Exiles, Mulder had once been terrified by the sight of fire beasts being brought to life by one of their young members. Fire used to be a crippling fear of his, it would have cost him his life like it had his father's if Barghest and his Exiler clanmates hadn't intervened. While he had eventually come to understand it and quelled his phobia down into avoidance and discomfort, it's still one of his biggest fears. Even something simple like Varian's and then Nova's bonfire had set him on edge in the Coven, but water, that's a flipped scenario. That's his mate's fear, the swimming part, and Mulder can safely look over the equine shape in the thought that this is some sort of weird, power-fueled ventriloquist act that Drusilla is practicing. That is, until the shape speaks for himself. A 'nokk.' Mulder has to search his mind a good long while (once the initial shock wears thin enough) for this specific creature in his readings, but eventually he finds it buried deep in his library of mental notes.

Giddily, the cryptid devoted kitsune goes bounding over to the pair, some of the old spunk that was present in his much smaller form coming out in his much longer body now. Damn, it'd be so rude just to go spilling out words to him when he already seems so clueless about his surroundings and it's hard for Mulder to show that kind of restraint currently, but he manages it. The kitsune composes himself well enough once he finishes his bound over, clearing his throat on a light smile as he tries to meld into the conversation rather than just bust through it like a bomb as he was originally going to. "Ah, yeah, we'd be happy to have you in the Coven, kid. It's Nalaren's magic that's said to keep the islands up. My name's Mulder, and sorry I can't help myself- are you all water?" Like, are there some water organs in there? Is that rude to ask? He hopes not and tacks on a sheepish smile afterwards, shuffling his long legs and trying to pass it off with a shrug. "Oh, the boats are awesome, you'll see." Shit, he just gave it away, and now his apologetic look goes to Drusilla. Secretly, it just feels good inside to have his natural excitement over the supernatural out again. It feels like pure himself, without the interventions of this foreign body's mind-- no matter how agreeable the "alien" kitsune's contributions actually are most times.

Mulder can only hope that he can complete his last weekly task with success this time, preferably without the added step of being sucked into a portal and spit back out as an entirely different animal. Where is his real body? He still has no idea where his birth form is and can only hope it's not out there somewhere, controlled by someone else or dead. Regardless, one thing remains the same and he's been trying to embrace it to still feel like himself within this new strange form: he still fucking loves aliens. The kitsune has opted for a more concise pile of notes this time, instead of hauling all of his research junk out here to get blown away again. Mulder's still trying to replace the notes that he never recovered, annoyance prickling in him rather sharply every time he goes to reference something only to realize that yet another page got away from him when he was "abducted." It's hard enough to remember it all anyway, even with the journal he filled out and the paintings he tried to make to "photograph" the memories before they were leeched away. "If anyone wants to learn something about aliens, come over here. I'm open to questions. I'm not the be all, end all expert, but I know a thing or two." Mulder plops down on a pile of blanket's he's dragged out of he and his mate's cabin for comfort, wishing he had snacks too now. Yet when he gets passionate about speaking, he'll be too busy yapping to eat anyway.

Mulder has stayed quiet, watching as different people spoke, only thinking to part his lips when Ana claims responsibility, but Adonael is quick to claim it back. His eyes sympathetically move over Aphrodite, certain that her worries will be put to rest because in his mind it would be unthinkable to just hand him over. He offers a wry, understanding smile Barghest's way in between but it's quickly wiped away. He's waiting for who's word actually has the final say here, Spiritlines, but what he hears brings an incredulous look over his features. He's always enjoyed Spirit's presence, but in this moment all he can feel is anger and disgust. The kitsune seethes, hearing his mate's words and nudgings but unable to contain himself. "Are you kidding me right now? You're going to shame your former leader for going after the woman that tried to kill his daughter?! Hestia is your clanmate too, what about her life? What about all the others that Ver has hurt?" That's just the tip of the iceburg of what she's done and he can't believe what he's hearing, especially from someone who was tortured by her himself. Adonael shouldn't have stood up for his daughter, for his clanmate? At what point should they be allowed to defend themselves? How weak does he want them to look? Mulder scoffs and shakes his head, eyes still wide in flabbergast. He looks to Amara in questioning, beseeching if he really agrees before growling. "You don't have to tell me twice." he grumbles to Barghest, shaking his head roughly before leaving.

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Mulder knows that his mate won't agree with his decision to split his life in half, but recent events in the Coven have damped his spirits, to the point he feels like he needs an escape to some extent. He's been fighting it silently since he joined the the floating isles, but it's only gotten harder since his body change and all the while he's secretly wondered if something is wrong with him. Barghest seems to accept his new life just fine, but Mulder just feels himself becoming more frustrated by the day (a strange situation since Mulder is typically the more moderate of the pair, he even chose the Coven). Really he knows, subconsciously, that this new body is altering him but he doesn't find himself too opposed to it honestly. There are Coveners he cares for, his children are there, his fiance, and he wouldn't abandon them for the world but he feels like if he doesn't get a breath of air that isn't all choking on flower gardens, pleasantries, and empty beauty then he's going to take a long walk off of a short pier on one of the islands. He could tolerate it, even enjoy most of the comradery. He's no grinch, rather a social and talkative creature to his core (even if he is a little awkward at times). Yet the kitsune's breaking point was seeing weakness paraded so blatantly in front of an enemy. Why not grovel and beg to Shadow Veil not to hurt them while they're at it? Maybe his mistake was thinking that he could just "turn off" being the anticlanner he learned to be or perhaps his mistake was thinking he would ever want to do that. He's not small and weak anymore, he has choices on how he chooses to live his own life no matter what anyone else thinks. That's how he finds himself on the bridge's border this evening.

Despite all of his serious contemplative thoughts, he looks a bit frazzled and is still trying to smooth his mane back down after one hell of a ride through a wormhole. "So, tried out one of those vortexes. Got here faster but, ugh." Mulder shivers, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head before inhaling deep. He had no choice after all, with the land bridge blown to kingdom come, and it was mildly fun in that "struggling not to vomit but also screaming in joy on a roller coaster" sort of way. "Anyway, no goodies this time, not here to visit. I'm interested in dual joining if that's alright. I really need a chance of pace." He chuckles lowly, sparing the details, not wanting to broadcast his dissatisfaction with his current life. After all, it's not all gloom, he'll be married soon and he'll be happy to savor this independence while it's available. So the purple striped kitsune takes a heavy seat to rest and to wait, staring forward his amethyst gaze patiently and only blinking with his clear second eyelid.