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towerofanimus2013-07-01 08:57 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-01 08:57 pm
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They say dead men don't tell tales...
Characters: Enoch and...a sheet of paper, I guess(locked/forward dated), Enoch and Naoya(forward dated), Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Sauna; Floor 100; Floor 101; Floor 78
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch hangs out for a bit on an unlikely floor and then does something more expected. And then a week later goes to do something even more expected!
Warnings: Nothing I can think of!
A - Forward-dated to July 10th, Sauna(Locked)
Enoch had waited this long - he might have waited longer, but he thought Ruana might have exhausted herself after being up so long. She did have to sleep a lot, she'd said. He was going to do just as he'd originally planned, to hide the manila envelope beneath his armor and just walk back up to the elevator, but that changed when a group of Husks rushed him outside the sauna, pushing him inside by happenstance. The damp air conducted their attacks well, though Enoch was well-rested this time around - despite losing some armor, he fended them off, eventually closing the sauna door on the last one as he cut it in half.
After a moment while he held the envelope to his chest, he looked at the closed door, recovering from the pain. It was lucky he had his armor, considering what that electricity would have done to his muscles...
There was a worker unit just outside too (the monsters interrupted its path to actually get in there) but...well, that was fortunate, wasn't it? If he was quick about it, he could get out of there having had a glance at what Dax had wanted to show them, and make some plans. He dismissed his armor and leaned against the sauna wall, wiping off as much sweat on his jeans as he could so as to keep the paper itself as dry as possible as he reads it over.
B - July 2nd, Floor 100
Earlier that month, Enoch sat on this floor, looking at the memory of the house he and Armaros shared in Meridian. He sat facing the fireplace that he and Armaros took comfort before in the winter, eyes focused somewhere beyond as he contemplated their future should they restore their worlds. Meridian...
...Even if they went back, Sola would be killed. Even if everything was restored, Meridian would become a nightmare.
But if everything was restored... He can't leave Armaros alone with his soulless body. He would have no choice but to return...
...And then, for a split second, it was gone. Enoch's attention snapped back to reality and he looked around at the illusion. Nothing seemed to change further. But for a moment, it had changed... Or, no, become what it really was.
Enoch stood and headed for the stairs.
C - July 2nd, Floor 101
He could be found hours later wandering this floor, seeming to be hunting for something. It was a leisurely hunt; his gaze lingered on exotic flowers and his palm brushed the trunk of a gnarled olive tree. It was peaceful, if hot outside now. He could deal with heat well enough...besides, he was looking for something specific...
...And then it flickered again, and Enoch smiled as his eyes immediately sought out the one bit of green. He made his way to the sapling, and knelt beside it again.
"It's hot," he said. "I'll have to bring you water, won't I?"
D - Forward-dated to July 10th, Floor 78 (locked tocrouching_sin)
Enoch could be found after the incident in the sauna, wandering the rows of mailboxes and counting the ones with names. He had a notebook tucked under his arm.
Or he might be found after that, curled up in a corner of the room and writing something in that notebook. Once he'd filled a page, he tore it out and set it aside, and began anew. Most of the papers were face-down, but absently he set one up face-up. If one were to approach, one would see it was filled with repetitions of the same thing:
We apologize deeply for the events of last month. We never wished to harm anyone, but the demons needed to be let free before we could find hope. So let us do so together. You can find a few of us on the masquerade floor - remove your mask when you enter, so we know you are truthful about wishing to seek hope with us.
Regards,
Pandora
((ooc: Replies won't be immediate and will be massively slow, as work is incredibly intense right now. It should calm down by the 4th (at which point a pair of follow-up posts will appear.) Relatedly, I'm sorry this post is so boring, my more action/horror idea just isn't feasible on so little brainpower, and besides it doesn't work with this month's food situation...))
Setting: Sauna; Floor 100; Floor 101; Floor 78
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch hangs out for a bit on an unlikely floor and then does something more expected. And then a week later goes to do something even more expected!
Warnings: Nothing I can think of!
A - Forward-dated to July 10th, Sauna(Locked)
Enoch had waited this long - he might have waited longer, but he thought Ruana might have exhausted herself after being up so long. She did have to sleep a lot, she'd said. He was going to do just as he'd originally planned, to hide the manila envelope beneath his armor and just walk back up to the elevator, but that changed when a group of Husks rushed him outside the sauna, pushing him inside by happenstance. The damp air conducted their attacks well, though Enoch was well-rested this time around - despite losing some armor, he fended them off, eventually closing the sauna door on the last one as he cut it in half.
After a moment while he held the envelope to his chest, he looked at the closed door, recovering from the pain. It was lucky he had his armor, considering what that electricity would have done to his muscles...
There was a worker unit just outside too (the monsters interrupted its path to actually get in there) but...well, that was fortunate, wasn't it? If he was quick about it, he could get out of there having had a glance at what Dax had wanted to show them, and make some plans. He dismissed his armor and leaned against the sauna wall, wiping off as much sweat on his jeans as he could so as to keep the paper itself as dry as possible as he reads it over.
B - July 2nd, Floor 100
Earlier that month, Enoch sat on this floor, looking at the memory of the house he and Armaros shared in Meridian. He sat facing the fireplace that he and Armaros took comfort before in the winter, eyes focused somewhere beyond as he contemplated their future should they restore their worlds. Meridian...
...Even if they went back, Sola would be killed. Even if everything was restored, Meridian would become a nightmare.
But if everything was restored... He can't leave Armaros alone with his soulless body. He would have no choice but to return...
...And then, for a split second, it was gone. Enoch's attention snapped back to reality and he looked around at the illusion. Nothing seemed to change further. But for a moment, it had changed... Or, no, become what it really was.
Enoch stood and headed for the stairs.
C - July 2nd, Floor 101
He could be found hours later wandering this floor, seeming to be hunting for something. It was a leisurely hunt; his gaze lingered on exotic flowers and his palm brushed the trunk of a gnarled olive tree. It was peaceful, if hot outside now. He could deal with heat well enough...besides, he was looking for something specific...
...And then it flickered again, and Enoch smiled as his eyes immediately sought out the one bit of green. He made his way to the sapling, and knelt beside it again.
"It's hot," he said. "I'll have to bring you water, won't I?"
D - Forward-dated to July 10th, Floor 78 (locked to
crouching_sin)Enoch could be found after the incident in the sauna, wandering the rows of mailboxes and counting the ones with names. He had a notebook tucked under his arm.
Or he might be found after that, curled up in a corner of the room and writing something in that notebook. Once he'd filled a page, he tore it out and set it aside, and began anew. Most of the papers were face-down, but absently he set one up face-up. If one were to approach, one would see it was filled with repetitions of the same thing:
We apologize deeply for the events of last month. We never wished to harm anyone, but the demons needed to be let free before we could find hope. So let us do so together. You can find a few of us on the masquerade floor - remove your mask when you enter, so we know you are truthful about wishing to seek hope with us.
Regards,
Pandora
((ooc: Replies won't be immediate and will be massively slow, as work is incredibly intense right now. It should calm down by the 4th (at which point a pair of follow-up posts will appear.) Relatedly, I'm sorry this post is so boring, my more action/horror idea just isn't feasible on so little brainpower, and besides it doesn't work with this month's food situation...))
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