Entrance Post

[is_out_there]

After closing their latest case and feeling decidedly anticlimactic about it, Mulder felt some light reading was in order. He'd been meaning to reread the entirely absurd, but equally interesting, book he'd bought at a sci-fi convention a few years ago, theorizing alien foreplay rituals; he'd lost it, however, somewhere in the recesses of his

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[foxy_rogue]

Foxes are normal, right? And a bow and a quiver of arrows is normal too. A green tunic and a jaunty hat with a red feather is somewhat unusual, but not too weird.

The combination though?

That's strange.

Or, at least, some people here seem to think so. Robin thinks he's perfectly normal (if terribly gifted with a bow), and is whistling jauntily as he strolls across the bar.

[is_out_there]

Mulder's eyes widen as he notices the fox. Internally, he can't help simultaneously cringing and laughing that this would be one of the first things he sees. Fox being his first name, after all.

He remembers the time his drinking water was laced with LSD and wonders if something similar is occurring this time around. After all, it's not everyday you see foxes with bows and arrows.

"Well, nothing like the unexpected to turn a dull day around."

[foxy_rogue]

How about foxes with bows and arrows with an upper-class English accent? The fox in question (fox, not Fox, for surely Fox is not this... um. Dramatic.) leaps to the top of a barstool and, with great pathos, addresses the Bar.
"Sweet lady of wood, have you any fare for this poor hungry outlaw?"

Robin looks positively gleeful when a bowl of vegetable stew appears, in an appropriately-sized bowl, complete with spoon.

Did you know foxes has opposable thumbs? This one does, anyway.

[is_out_there]

The accent makes it even more amusing, and Mulder cracks a grin when the fox is served a bowl of stew. Whatever is going on here, he might as well go along with it.

"So can I ask: what's with the bows and arrows?"

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

[foxy_rogue]

Robin blinks at the odd question before deciding that once again, these furless creatures defy explanation.

"I am, of course, sir, but I would say I am a 'who', not a 'what'." Robin replies, polite as ever. His momma would be so proud.

[is_out_there]

He scratches his head, laughing to himself again. He's having a conversation with a fox. What would Scully think? Probably think him strange, as usual.

"Oh sure, my apologies. It's just, well, where I come from, foxes don't usually talk. Unless...never mind. So what do you do?"

[foxy_rogue]

Robin does not say that they probably do not talk because they cannot understand what these furless creatures are going on about. He is a well-bred fox, if currently on the wrong side of the law. It's the law that's wrong. Really.
"At this moment, I am eating." He clarifies, because clearly furless creatures are terribly unobservant.

[is_out_there]

Clearly, this fox takes everything literally. Well, nothing wrong with that at the moment, he supposes.

Mulder shrugs.

"Yeah, I'd noticed. I mean, what do you do when you're not eating? I'm just wondering what the bows and arrows are for. Do you hunt or something?"

[foxy_rogue]

That, or he doesn't understand Mulder's use of English. The modern usage has some very odd phrases.
"Hunted for, rather. Simply a means of defense, sir, so that I may live my life in peace." Robin explains patiently. Of course, 'living his life in peace' includes robbing the rich blind, but that is a minor detail. Besides. They deserve it, quite thoroughly.

[is_out_there]

"Hunted? I know a bit about that myself, in a roundabout sort of way. It seems like living a life of peace isn't in the cards for me. I guess you can understand that a bit."

[foxy_rogue]

"My misfortune comes not from chance, but from my loyalty to the true King of England, which the current ruler, false though he be, does not appreciate. It is just as well the Sheriff's archers are truly atrocious." Robin explains further.

[is_out_there]

Mulder raises an eyebrow. This sounds awfully familiar. At least, he thinks so.

"Are you," he laughs, not quite believing he's even going to ask this, "Robin Hood?"

[foxy_rogue]

"Indeed! I did not think that Alan had gotten this far!" Alan might be a somewhat annoying rooster, but he does know how to make a catchy tune.

[is_out_there]

"Who's Alan?"

[foxy_rogue]

"Alan-A-Dale, the local minstrel. He has been making little ditties about Johnny and myself for some time now." Robin could do without the ditties - they enrage the sheriff, who in turn makes things difficult for the intrepid pair for a few days (or weeks, depending on the song).