On being reserved to Exsilium. Canon is X-files, of course.

[itsnotaliens]

Let me get this straight:

You intend to write an "application" analyzing my personality and my history prior to and during my assignment to the X-Files as well as samples of your writing my "voice". Using this application you intend to try to get me accepted into a so-called "game" in which I would be conscripted into a war in some dystopian version of the world with other "muses" like myself from a multitude of other worlds and times. I'll be receiving a "weapon" that will somehow magically "level-up" at undetermined times based on my going on missions - some of which involve traveling through time to other worlds.

[She sits back, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose]

You're aware how ridiculous that sounds so I won't belabor the point. What I will say, however, is the fact that you believe you have all of these "muses" inside your head - including me - is bordering on delusional. I'm not a psychologist so I won't attempt to analyze that any further but I do know that I'm not a figment of someone's imagination to be toyed with at someone else's whim. And, though I'm flattered that you're contemplating dressing like myself for Halloween, I hardly think it's appropriate.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

Comments

[itstotallyaliens]

Wow, Scully. ... I can't say I like any of it either, but don't you think you're being a little harsh? I mean - she is a crazy person. You have to tread carefully with the crazies.

I'd think you'd know that after working with me.

[itsnotaliens]

[She raises an eyebrow] And here I thought you were eccentric.

[itstotallyaliens]

There's always something worse than me. It's kind of how I sleep at night.

[itsnotaliens]

[She laughs]

I didn't think you slept at all.

[Once her laughter fades she frowns]

There isn't any way for us to get out of this one, is there?

[itstotallyaliens]

You're right, sleep is a strong word. They're more like sporadic naps. .... [he purses his lips and glances around with that vaguely distant look he gets when things crest the top of the hill and are about to start rolling down. the look that means he's locking away whatever he has to, to cope.]

Not yet, there isn't. It's like Churchill. When you're going through hell, keep going, I guess. I hope at least one of us has an umbrella on hand when it happens.

[itsnotaliens]

For when things hit the fan, I'd imagine. [She sighs]

[tough_love]

[Pay no mind to the four-armed alien princess! Things are perfectly normal!]

How does a weapon..."level up," as you say?

[Because she's kind of curious about this. She likes weapons. She likes good weapons. This could be either amazing or nowhere near as interesting as it sounds.]

[itsnotaliens]

[Well then THAT's unexpected. She blinks in surprise, staring at the woman... alien... thing... for a moment. There's got to be SOME physiological explanation for the additional appendages.]

I'm not certain. I've never encountered anything like it before. Based on the provided explanations it seems that the leveling is different for each weapon, the particulars depending on the needs of the weapon and the one wielding it.

[tough_love]

[There is! It's that she's an alien. From another planet and everything!]

Intriguing! So if I were to wish my hammer to become even more devastating, it could do so?!

[It probably doesn't work that simply, but...awww, look at how excited you've made her! ...and at how dangerous that warhammer already is, considering both heads of it it are already the size of large cinder blocks and also happens to be a beam cannon, but shhhh]

[itsnotaliens]

[She lifts an eyebrow suddenly very leery of this strange person]

I don't think it works as easily as that, no. [Her eyes flit to that hammer] And I believe that looks devastating enough as it is.

[wontletherin]

Muns are a little out there even I have to admit to that.

SQUEE

[itsnotaliens]

[She lifts an eyebrow, smirking a little.]

That's certainly one way to put it.

My reaction exactly here.

[wontletherin]

Mine is tame for the most part. She does keep debating a game, but I try not to encourage it.

More we argue the more they try it.

^_^

[itsnotaliens]

That does seem to be the case, yes. This one seems to relish the thought of causing my discomfort by sending me to that place.

[onemoredeath]

The weapons are what you can make of them. Some have their own natural abilities grow. Others go with something a bit more... flashy.

[itsnotaliens]

What do you mean by "flashy?"

[onemoredeath]

The usual weapons. Unusual powers. [a slow smile with too-white teeth as he spreads his hands open and the rings on his fingers twists into new shapes] Fashion accessories.

[itsnotaliens]

[Her eyes widen slightly and she leans a little closer to watch those rings twist]

How are you doing that?

[onemoredeath]

They pick up my thoughts and react to them. [ a slight shrug and he flexed his fingers. the rings start to weave a kind of heavy protective barrier around his fingers, moving a little down his hands as well]

[itsnotaliens]

[She looks up at him, the skepticism apparent in her eyes]

Psychokinesis?

[onemoredeath]

No. I never had any ability outside of the grace of good looks and some talent on a piano.

[competitiveness]

What if they were right?

[itsnotaliens]

Who? This "Mun"? [She makes a face that just screams "are you kidding me?"]

[competitiveness]

Is it so hard to believe?

[itsnotaliens]

Yes, in fact, it's incredibly hard to believe.

[competitiveness]

Why? Other than it sounding so stupid and insane. [ That kind of answers it ]