http://mulder-trustno1.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mulder-trustno1.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-20 10:17 am

[open] ☥ the world is just illusion trying to change you

Mulder was pretty certain that no matter how long he stayed here, there was going to be no getting acclimated to the fact that he was living out his wildest fantasies, even when those fantasies were sobered by the conditions that had led to his being on this ship in the first place.  If there was one thing that defined him, it was his will to believe in the impossible, and so he'd hardened his resolve already towards accepting that Scully, along with others from his world, were encased in one of those pods below.  Still alive.  Once he'd accepted that, it'd been easier to functionally react to his situation.  

And his first reaction had been to explore every inch of the ship open to him.  Of course, that ended up being more than he could have imagined.  The ship was huge and trying to wrap his head around the dimensions of the thing carrying them proved mind-boggling.  It hit him most fully when he made his way down to Level 4 to explore the rumored 'City', and found himself blinking up into the 'sun' set there in a sky that looked distinctly like the one back on Earth.  His jaw dropped for a moment, but he reasoned, it couldn't be real.  

And if the Daligig were able to manufacture technological illusions on that scale, he had no doubt that there were other things on this ship that weren't what they appeared to be.


[ooc;  So very open, for any kind of interaction.  Mulder can be wherever in the City you want, as he's exploring, so just specify in the subject line or tag, please!  Open to multiple threads, or even threads with multiple muses - jack away.  AIM > thegreatmuldini  if you want to chat about it.]

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I know he wasn't."

Maybe the Nightmare King had been the first, studied in his stone prison ever since they found the stone and the sarcophagus on the dead and decaying world they'd been discovered on. But the Nightmare King certainly hadn't been the only spirit they tried to make into a weapon.

"They tried to do it with me. At least until some of the Daligig crew that worked closely with me protested to make it stop."

Aang summed up his general opinion of the Daligig as best as he could, "I met some of them that were good people. Some were very kind. Some were very brave. But some of the others...either they were very cruel, or just...very, very desperate."

He went on, "And that kind of desperation can be dangerous."
Edited 2011-09-06 08:59 (UTC)

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2011-09-07 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Aang nodded solemnly, leaning against his staff again.

"The hard part is figuring out how good or bad they really are when Stacy's always watching and listening."

And, of course, in Aang's case, there was almost a part of him that didn't want to find out what they were truly like, a part of him that wanted to assume the best of people. In the last few years, during his ordeal on the ship, that part of him had gotten quieter and quieter, however.

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Aang shrugged. "All I know is she can see and hear practically everything, and if you call out to her, she'll answer. That means she's always listening."

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you're going to look for it, just be careful," Aang warned.