CLOSED ♔ every minute shared is never mine

[everyredcent]

WHO || Christos, Amy, Sebastian, The Doctor [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights assist the FBI in investigating some mysterious creatures
WHERE ||Tennessee
WHEN || April 2nd [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

While scams about genetically modified corn wouldn't normally fall under the purview of the Knights, the US Federal Bureau of Investigation has called in assistance from Wynn because of reports of the two agents investigating the matter running into some sort of Shadowkind that attacked them at the silos containing the corn in question.

The Knights fly out to Tennessee to check out the situation, and Christos drives them directly towards the silos in question, which are three lonely, old looking structures set in the middle of a field far away from any other civilization.

Comments

[bowtimeandspace]

Or maybe they just don't want to be found. Look at you lot, bumbling in here. How would you like it if somebody popped into your bedroom and started rifling through your sunday best?

[keptbiting]

Says the bloke that crashed into my garden and chucked all my food out of the house 'cause it was rubbish.

[bowtimeandspace]

Well it's not my fault you couldn't cook me something decent.

[keptbiting]

I was seven!

[ ah doctor/companion bickering. you know you all wanted this in your lives. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

Well you're not seven now and you still can't cook.

[ Best mission, clearly. ]

[keptbiting]

[ amy responds with her favorite insult not about his bowtie. ]

Martian.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ Scrunchyface. Such scrunchyface. ]

Ginge.

[ SORRY WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT? ]

[keptbiting]

Hey! Discrimination is rude, 'specially from a mad alien bloke that thinks bow ties are the height of fashion.

[ SHOTS FIRED. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

Bow ties, Amelia Pond, are cool.

[ And he tweaks it. Because that's important. Please somebody stop them. ]

[opprobrium]

I like the bow tie if that counts?

[ Sebastian muttered, granted, he still thought they should burn the place. Fire cures all after all.]

[agentspooky]

[ a beam of light streaks across amy and the doctor and the camera pans over to see mulder staring at the two of them exactly like this

...


...



!!!!!!!!!?????????? ]

[keptbiting]

Aliens, Agent Mulder, I will have you know, are highly overrated. [ she crosses her arms, deciding that yes indeed, she is going to be very cross and no one can stop her. they've found bollocks, they can't very well track something that doesn't leave tracks, and she's fairly certain that she's being punk'd. ]

[agentspooky]

[ mulder finds his words as christos fucking glares at you all, moving to the farthest end of the silo he can. he doesn't need a flashlight. he sees in the fucking dark. ] Aliens. [ mulder gestures towards the doc ] You're saying he's an alien?

[bowtimeandspace]

I like him. [ the doctor points towards sebastian. anybody that approves of a bowtie earns points in his book. he snaps his fingers and looks over to mulder ]

Problem with that?

[agentspooky]

[ torn between looking like a giddy child and trying to control himself in case this is a joke, because it sounds like a joke. /disguises fanboying with humor???? ] Well, for one, it's not the kind of thing that usually comes up in casual conversation.

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian nods when he's pointed at, yeah its a cool bow tie.]

You cant judge the guy for it though. He's likely the best to judge this kinda stuff.

[keptbiting]

[ conspiratorially, as she leans toward mulder, ] You can actually judge him for it. I do. [ her voice rises to address everyone else again. ] Anyway, he's an alien, so you can see why we were the ones sent to help you sort this out.

[ yeah, and you're doing just splendidly at it, amelia. ]

[everyredcent]

[ mulder looks over at her, opening his mouth to say something more, still clearly trying to weigh whether someone at the bureau is playing an elaborate prank on him or what, when christos appears out of nowhere behind them to say sharply: ] There's nothing here. This is a dead end.

[bowtimeandspace]

That depends entirely on the casual conversations you're having.

[ He shoots a grin towards Mulder, and then that same grin to Sebastian. ] Exactly. And don't listen to Pond, she's Scottish. [ Clearly worse than alien. ]

Well this has been fun, hasn't it! I mean who can't say that standing in a silo wasn't on their bucket list? Mind you I've never seen one of these buckets. Funny thing to keep in a bucket if you ask me....

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian shook his head some.]

Then we should figure out where they moved on too.

[keptbiting]

[ takes that as a cue to FLOUNCE OUT INTO THE SUNLIGHT YAY. ]

[everyredcent]

No, I mean nothing here. [ christos corrects sebastian with some irritation ] No sign of anything have been here that matches their description.

[bowtimeandspace]

Right then. Well. They're clearly not hurting. Can't we just, you know, leave them alone.

1/2

[agentspooky]

There can't be nothing. Not unless someone's come through here and swept those tracks, or--

[believethelie]

Fox. [ the light stream from agent fowley's flashlight winds its way across their chests as she moves back towards them, the word laced with familiarity, and enough to stop him in his verbal tracks. ] There could be any number of explanations, but it doesn't look like any of them are going to be found here.