02-20-2021, 12:18 AM
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The clatter is what brings the short vulpine over, dropping a few of the items he was moving into his own new shared abode onto the stoop to go wandering over to another building. He pokes his head in, remembering only then that maybe it's a bit rude to just go barging into someone's house. When he sees others he feels a little less weird, especially when he realizes one of the guests is the leader and the other isn't actually alive.
And what can a ghost do with scraps? Mulder is so caught up in the fact that she is an actual ghost just walking about chatting that he doesn't even realize it's one of the members from his joining but maybe that's a good thing. He surely wouldn't be able to shut up about it. Either way, hell of a house warming.
Mulder only catches the last part of Steel's frantic movements to recover her fallen powder as well as something about an alter and the fox's nose scrunches up some in thought. Whatever that is, it's clearly important to her and he's not discrete enough not to ask. [b]"Hey, name's Mulder. Kinda just let myself in, sorry. What's that stuff for? Something for your deity?" Out of all of the crazy theories he espouses, Mulder doesn't actually believe in any gods. Well, not as gods. He believes in powerful creatures that might claim that title but it doesn't make it any less interested in what others believe.
Mulder used to be a little spiteful about that. How some people could talk him down about his "crazy" ideas then turn around and worship even crazier things but he's all, "shall not toss stones in glass houses" and all that crap now. Some of Barghest's old must be rubbing off on him. Quietly, he tries to get a little sniff of whatever could have fallen out o that bag. Not too hard, because he doesn't know what sort of residue he could be snorting up. Even if it's nothing dangerous, it could be bone ash or something, and he doesn't need dead people up his nose.
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how could you be what i want to see?・°☆The clatter is what brings the short vulpine over, dropping a few of the items he was moving into his own new shared abode onto the stoop to go wandering over to another building. He pokes his head in, remembering only then that maybe it's a bit rude to just go barging into someone's house. When he sees others he feels a little less weird, especially when he realizes one of the guests is the leader and the other isn't actually alive.
And what can a ghost do with scraps? Mulder is so caught up in the fact that she is an actual ghost just walking about chatting that he doesn't even realize it's one of the members from his joining but maybe that's a good thing. He surely wouldn't be able to shut up about it. Either way, hell of a house warming.
Mulder only catches the last part of Steel's frantic movements to recover her fallen powder as well as something about an alter and the fox's nose scrunches up some in thought. Whatever that is, it's clearly important to her and he's not discrete enough not to ask. [b]"Hey, name's Mulder. Kinda just let myself in, sorry. What's that stuff for? Something for your deity?" Out of all of the crazy theories he espouses, Mulder doesn't actually believe in any gods. Well, not as gods. He believes in powerful creatures that might claim that title but it doesn't make it any less interested in what others believe.
Mulder used to be a little spiteful about that. How some people could talk him down about his "crazy" ideas then turn around and worship even crazier things but he's all, "shall not toss stones in glass houses" and all that crap now. Some of Barghest's old must be rubbing off on him. Quietly, he tries to get a little sniff of whatever could have fallen out o that bag. Not too hard, because he doesn't know what sort of residue he could be snorting up. Even if it's nothing dangerous, it could be bone ash or something, and he doesn't need dead people up his nose.
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[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs
( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs