Wow, I did not remember I had a snippet of an X-Files/Person of Interest crossover lying around.
“Whenever there’s trouble, it’s like this guy knows about it in advance,” Detective Carter says. “All we can do is show up late and sweep up the mess.”
Scully raises her eyebrows. “It sounds like he’s causing trouble. I’m not sure there’s any mystery there.”
“Yeah, that’s what you’d think,” Carter says. “But I’ve been looking into all these incidents, and I’m pretty sure this guy just drops in on things that were gonna happen anyway, changes the course of things.”
“For the better, or for the worse?” Mulder asks.
Carter shrugs. “Better, mostly. He’s got some innocent people out of the line of fire, he’s helped us make some collars.” She pauses, then adds, reluctantly, “He saved my life once.”
“So he’s a vigilante,” Mulder says. “Possibly a vigilante with some sort of psychic ability.”
“Honestly, I’m getting to the point where I could believe it,” Carter says. She pauses again. “This guy shoots a lot of people, and I’d say nine in ten of them survive. What does that tell you?”
Scully takes a moment to contemplate that. “That he doesn’t want to kill people,” she says at last, “but he’s good at it.”
Carter nods. “Exactly. You don’t get that good at shooting to keep people alive if you don’t know how to shoot to kill.”
And for Final Fantasy XV:
Noct wanders out of the tent while Ignis is chopping vegetables. “What are you making?” he asks, suspiciously.
“Green soup curry,” Ignis says, looking up from his work. “It’s a favourite of Prompto’s.”
Prompto freezes up as Noct shifts his wary gaze to him. Oh, crap. Noct is going to have to eat vegetables, and it’s Prompto’s fault.
“Hey,” Prompto says, hastily, “it’s gonna be fine. The, uh.” What did Ignis say? “The flavours are so strong, you’ll barely taste any of...” He waves his hand at the little pile of vegetables. “Any of that.”
“Yeah?” Noct asks, sounding unconvinced.
“And, uh, what if we get attacked by Bombs?” Prompto asks. “We’ll be totally fine, ’cause we’ve eaten something so hot that fire can’t touch us.”
A brief pause. “Prompto, that’s not how curry works.”
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“Whenever there’s trouble, it’s like this guy knows about it in advance,” Detective Carter says. “All we can do is show up late and sweep up the mess.”
Scully raises her eyebrows. “It sounds like he’s causing trouble. I’m not sure there’s any mystery there.”
“Yeah, that’s what you’d think,” Carter says. “But I’ve been looking into all these incidents, and I’m pretty sure this guy just drops in on things that were gonna happen anyway, changes the course of things.”
“For the better, or for the worse?” Mulder asks.
Carter shrugs. “Better, mostly. He’s got some innocent people out of the line of fire, he’s helped us make some collars.” She pauses, then adds, reluctantly, “He saved my life once.”
“So he’s a vigilante,” Mulder says. “Possibly a vigilante with some sort of psychic ability.”
“Honestly, I’m getting to the point where I could believe it,” Carter says. She pauses again. “This guy shoots a lot of people, and I’d say nine in ten of them survive. What does that tell you?”
Scully takes a moment to contemplate that. “That he doesn’t want to kill people,” she says at last, “but he’s good at it.”
Carter nods. “Exactly. You don’t get that good at shooting to keep people alive if you don’t know how to shoot to kill.”
And for Final Fantasy XV:
Noct wanders out of the tent while Ignis is chopping vegetables. “What are you making?” he asks, suspiciously.
“Green soup curry,” Ignis says, looking up from his work. “It’s a favourite of Prompto’s.”
Prompto freezes up as Noct shifts his wary gaze to him. Oh, crap. Noct is going to have to eat vegetables, and it’s Prompto’s fault.
“Hey,” Prompto says, hastily, “it’s gonna be fine. The, uh.” What did Ignis say? “The flavours are so strong, you’ll barely taste any of...” He waves his hand at the little pile of vegetables. “Any of that.”
“Yeah?” Noct asks, sounding unconvinced.
“And, uh, what if we get attacked by Bombs?” Prompto asks. “We’ll be totally fine, ’cause we’ve eaten something so hot that fire can’t touch us.”
A brief pause. “Prompto, that’s not how curry works.”