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namespooky:

“Oh, I have many.” Fox Mulder lives his life chasing the impossible, the strange, the absurd, and he so easily finds himself chasing her every word. Who is he to deny the temptation of the unthinkable?  Four unexplained deaths, each victim leaving little more than clean bones and obscure motives… Classic X-file.

“These men weren’t just stripped of tissue, but it’s like they were sucked dry. There was a series of unsolved murders just like this back in the Philippines in the early 1900s, but it’s all been forgotten, tucked away like it couldn’t be buried fast enough. Villagers took to blaming these deaths on a creature named the aswang. See this?” Teeth marks…? “Ten bucks say they aren’t human,” Mulder challenges, leaning in closer to show her the photo. But this all too crazy, wasn’t it? Smiling, Fox wonders, “Does that theory satisfy you at all?”

               until this point, Mara had maintained a coolly professional demeanour. now, a slight smile twitches at the corners of her lips and she crosses her arms, examining him more than the photo he’s offering her. ‘ well, ’ she muses, sounding impressed. ‘ it looks like i’m not the only one who knows my way around a library. my pet theory was the rakshasa, from Hindu folklore--also a shapeshifter with a penchant for human flesh. ’

               she gingerly takes the photo from him and peers at the markings on the bones. how hadn’t she noticed them before? blame sleep deprivation and a lack of caffeine--plus the excitement of being able to work a case with the FBI. ‘ the question is, how do you flush out a creature that can change what it looks like? all of the murders have taken place in different parts of the city with seemingly no rhyme or reason, and believe me, i’m trained to pick up patterns in these things. ’ Mara cranes her neck to look up at him, allowing a real smile to curve across her mouth. ‘ where would you start, Agent? ’

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twiceleft:

                        ‘   yeah ,  gotcha.  simple enough.  ’   he considers making a joke on the topic ,  acting like he’ll get it all wrong ,  but there’s a LEGITIMATE fear that the tiny lawyer will tear him to shreds ,  &  for that ,  he keeps his mouth shut.  ‘   my end’s comin’ along just fine.  all that’s left is picking out a nice tie for court day  —–  my favourite day.  ’

               ‘ good. it should be a slam-dunk case otherwise... if you feel it’s necessary i can come up with some questions i would ask if i were Cett, and we can do a drill to see how well you answer the questions. ’ she paused to look up at him, apologetic. ‘ i’m sorry. i know this is is far from the first time you’ve done this. it’s just an important case. you and the rest of the EPD have done good work on it, though, and i’m sure we’ll have a guilty verdict in no time. ’

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Mistborn fancast ➝ Jenna Coleman as Marasi Colms

“I have a theory, that a gentlewoman should never need to resort to something so barbarous as violence to achieve her goals. Wouldn’t you agree?”

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namespooky:

“Peculiar is one way of putting it,” he quips, lips curved in the slightest grin. Make-believe and stupid were others. “I don’t think I heard you correctly. Do you mean to tell me that some unnatural entity is responsible for the murder of your man?” He speaks with wonder, and he thinks: Is she mocking me? Tell him he’s dreaming.

               ‘ well, if you have another explanation, i’d love to hear it. you may have seen the file. our victim was a male, caucasian, mid-forties. he didn’t come in for work one day, and local police found him in his apartment. or... what remains, of him, that is. dental records confirm that the skeleton we found in the apartment is, indeed, Clive Hastings, but there was no tissue whatsoever left on his bones and no scouring to indicate acid was used to dissolve his skin. oddly enough, we have reports--and video evidence--of someone matching Hastings’ description walking around town a day after his death. ’

               she tugs the autopsy report loose from a quickly-mounting pile on her desk and hands it over for him to peruse, clasps her hands and stares up at him expectantly. there is no hint of scorn or mockery in her mild expression. ‘ we’ve had three other murders matching this exact M.O. over the past four months. either our murderer can mysteriously take the shape of our victims, or there is some other explanation we haven’t yet considered. ’

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          ‘ agent mulder? mara colms, it’s a pleasure. i hear you’re particularly good with, um... peculiar cases. put very lightly, i’d say a shapeshifting murderer qualifies as peculiar. ’

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               ah, lawman types. so well-intentioned and so intelligent under the right circumstances, but so clueless when it came to the finer points of the law. ‘ answer him only in one-word answers when at all possible. he’ll ask you a lot of open-ended questions, but answer in as few words as possible, giving only what he asks for. don’t give any opinions, and don’t ever start or end a sentence with ‘i think’ or he’ll rip you apart. how’s your end coming? ’

             ‘   –  i don’t freeze.  i’m not a freezer.  &  the only shredding will be us TEARING up the courtroom with your winning arguments ,  as always.  ’   you don’t have to say anything ,  colms.  he knows.  ‘  but ,  uh , yeah.  go ahead  & tell me again ,  though ,  i know you want to.  ’

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               ‘ provided you don’t freeze up on the stand and let counsel tear my argument to shreds, it’s looking solid as titanium. Cett is an absolute bastard, though. do you remember what i told you about his questions? ’

                    ‘   how’s our case lookin’ ,   colms ?  ’

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               she exhaled slowly, steadying her nerves. it was a long trip, she told herself, and worry for one of her mentors in the Tower had frayed her patience. this man had clearly been going through enough hardship as it was. the world had. for her to snap at him would be counterintuitive, not to mention rude. Marasi took a few moments to silently parse through his earlier statements.

               ‘ your wife was taken by them, you said. ’ she pursed her lips in thought. ‘i would help, if i can be of use. i have little interest for my own safety or comfort ’ --not entirely true, but not false either, where the safety of others was concerned-- ‘ but if i can assist you in recovering her, i would gladly do so. ’ she paused. ‘ if i would be in the way at the present moment, i am happy to head into camp. ’

               Marasi followed it with a tight little smile. she was exhausted, but she, too, was being separated from someone she cared about, and would spare others the pain of it where she could. it wasn’t so much an objection as an offer; something she knew was often ill-received based on her status as an Aes Sedai, even though frankly she had as little interest in Tower politics as Perrin.

          That Aes Sedai calm could not mask her prickly scent, carried to Perrin by an errant breeze. She was beginning to lose patience with him, and a part of him was actually glad for it. He had enough problems to worry about without adding more Aes Sedai on top of them. He already had to deal with Masuri and Seonid, sworn to Rand as they were and serving under the Wise Ones, though the clearly chafed at such an arrangement. Another part of him, though, the one that knew he was being unreasonable, knew that if she was worried over Moiraine — and he could smell her worry as clearly as he could smell the crisp snow in the air — the least he could do was tell her the truth.

          But subjecting her to the cold, harsh truth of Moiraine’s fate in the middle of the woods, with no forewarning, felt… unnecessarily cruel. Honesty was one thing, cruelty another thing entirely. He had no intention of lying to her, not now that he had made his mind up, but he could not simply dump the truth on her and expect her to be able to carry the weight of it, either.

          ❝Marasi Sedai,❞ he said, struggling to make himself sound calmer, despite his roiling emotions. ❝If you have no objections, I will have my men escort you to our camp, for your own safety and comfort. This is not the place for such a conversation. The Shaido could be lurking nearby.❞

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               Marasi drew back momentarily, processing the annoyance--not quite animosity, but close--with which he addressed her. her first instinct was to snap back at him, but she look a deep breath, a faint frown crossing her features.

               ‘ i’m not here to argue with you. i have been traveling for weeks, and all i want is to know where Moiraine is. no-one has heard from her for a considerable amount of time, and i was worried. ’ she bristled slightly. ‘ if that’s what you consider politics, i’ll bring my query elsewhere. ’

          Light, it was just his luck that an Aes Sedai would find him. And in Ghealdan of all places. What with Masema and his men on the loose not too long ago and the Shaido raiding, it was a wonder she had made it all the way here still in one piece — and without a Warder for protection. If Perrin didn’t have other things on his mind, he might have wondered how she managed.

          ❝I don’t have time to argue with you,❞ he snapped, voice tight. ❝And frankly, I want no part in your White Tower politics. My wife’s been captured by the Shaido, so unless you want to get caught in the middle of this, I suggest you turn around and go back where you came from.❞

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@wolfxbrother.

          ‘ what do you mean, you haven’t seen Moiraine Sedai for weeks? ’

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ok friends i know i just got back but now i’m REALLY, 100%, DROPPING-OFF-THE-MAP-ENTIRELY ON HIATUS UNTIL OCTOBER 4TH. i’d thought i was going to reschedule the LSAT but suRPRISE THE DEADLINE PASSED, SO I’M COMMITTED. my life is going to be hell for the next two weeks but i love you all and hopefully i will survive so i can run back to you all with open arms

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briisingr:

             “ rifle? no, never. are they common here? ”

     IT WOULD BE SMART to familiarize himself with the weapons of this place. brisingr would always be his  f i r s t  choice in a fight; however, it wouldn’t do for him to be caught OFF GUARD by some strange invention.

             “ could you tell me how it WORKS? — and i’m alright; it was nothing                 i haven’t seen many times  b e f o r e. ”

                   RUINATION, where was this man from that he had never seen a rifle? initially, she might have said that he only meant he’d never seen one up  c l o s e, but she suspected otherwise. come to think of it, he was dressed rather oddly. she hesitated a moment before--hesitantly--coming to stand next to him and showing her rifle with careful, practiced motions.

                   ‘ um, as you can see here, i have a steel barrel mounted on a wooden stock... ’ the explanation was as brief and painless as possible; she explained only where and how to load the rifle rounds and how to fire, with a little detail given on the semantics of firing a gun. ‘ is that... is that enough? did that make sense? i would show you, but it’s rather loud. ’

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timmgutterson:

        ‘ huh— ‘ pulled briefly from his concentration by the stranger, tim took in the woman’s slender stature with a gleam of dry amusement mixed with consideration.  ‘ good thing i didn’t decide t’ take my break five minutes ‘go then, yeah? ‘ his mouth quirked. ‘ nice rifle. yours? ‘

                    ‘ i’m not sure who else’s it might be, but yes. quite standard, i’m afraid, but-- ’ she pauses to tilt her head as her eyes scan his own rifle. ‘ is that military grade? ’

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timmgutterson.

                    ‘ oh, i’m sorry, i thought i had this stall booked for target practice! i must be one over. ’ in most hands, the rifle would have looked awkward and ungainly, especially for a woman of her stature. she, however, carried it with an unusual confidence.

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briisingr:

                     &. ladycolms

             “ you know, i didn’t think that would end HALF as well as it did.                 though i’ve never seen such a weapon before, your ability to                 handle it seems to be EXCELLENT! ”

                    ‘ thank you! have you really never seen a rifle before...? ’ she sets aside her momentary confusion for concern. ‘ are you alright? those bandits were unusually persistent. ’

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dulhaan:

       ❛ that’s ALRIGHT. not all indian food is spicy even if we use a lot of spices in our cuisines. 

                    ‘ that’s-- quite a relief, actually. i would love to enjoy spicy foods, but i’ve yet to muster a tolerance for it. your father owns a restaurant, you said...? that’s wonderful! have you learned a lot from him in regard to cooking? ’