Have another intro post

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone else who may be where he is
Setting: Room 3-18, morning; cafeteria, morning; lower floors up to floor four until sunset, at which point he returns to his room (he can be interacted with there too, or anywhere on the dormitory floors).
Format: Doesn't matter, I'll probably match whoever's tagging.
Summary: Enoch wakes up and...tries to adjust to the thought of losing the world he came from. Or goes straight into denial. Maybe tries to find the others from Meridian.
Warnings: None yet



Room 3-18

Enoch wasn't a stranger to sleep paralysis, considering it could be caused by stress and he'd had three rough centuries.

But this wasn't where he'd gone to sleep. The bed was too narrow. Where was Armaros? What was around his neck and what was he wearing? The moment he could move, he sat up, a hand going to his throat to feel the collar. As he felt along the tubing, feeling the faint pulse of liquid moving through it, he caught sight of the note on the nightstand.

His hand began to tremble as he read it. Destroyed...? Had one of the warring sides launched an attack? But that would mean...

No. He set the note down. He didn't want to think that Armaros could be dead. Maybe they'd saved him too. Maybe their benefactor had rescued everyone in Meridian - it was a city that apparently had several rifts to the outside, after all.

To keep his mind off the disturbing thought, he got up and checked out the chest at the foot of his bed. If any of his roommates were around, he gave them acknowledging glances as he got up, but didn't speak to them just yet. There was nothing, however, stopping them from speaking up.



Floor 1

Enoch had dressed and summoned his armor in his room, and had his Arch out as a light source, faint as it was. He wasn't sure what was going on, or how they could "be happy" in a place so dark and foreboding. The note had explained there was a "network" here, but all the "terminals" it spoke of seemed to be inactive. It had said there was food on the lowest floor, but there didn't seem to be anything...except this bowl of something pale Enoch couldn't quite make out in whatever light there was. He had passed a few other people eating it, though, so he assumed it was safe. He sat down to eat in the nearest chair after getting his bowl of oatmeal, without checking to see if there was anyone else at the table nearby.

He took a spoonful. Bland, whatever it was, but he'd eaten worse than that. It was warm, at least, and that much was some comfort.



Floors 2, 3, 4

"I'm looking for someone...he's about my height and has a spade-tipped tail; he has dark skin and white hair. Have you seen him?"

You might or might not have been asked this question as Enoch searched the infirmary and the library, and made a short trip around the lounge before going back down again.

Eventually, he found himself again at the floor with the glass walls, the beginnings of despair having begun to sink in. The place was dark and desolate and nobody seemed to have seen Armaros. He rested his head against the glass, watching the storm rage outside. After a moment of this, he removed something in a plastic collectible card sleeve from his pocket, read its contents, and closed his hand around it, looking out at the world around the tower.

"Armaros, you can't be...gone."

Comments

Floor 3

[donttouchthequbeley]

Puru Two had been asked that question, though quickly dismissed it as nothing. People had their own problems here, and she didn't need to interfere when she had issues of her own. Hell, when she found this place lacked electricity, she had to limit her use of the funnels. Finding an alternate source of power was near impossible at this rate.

And when she had tried going to her own room, she ended up at the library. Not a bad place to look up something interesting. With but a shrug, she decided to venture in. Maybe some books could have been from her world, and she could create a temporary backup energy source for her funnels. Just as she was about to pull a book out, she had saw Enoch again.

"Still searching?"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch didn't blame anyone else here for not speaking much. After all, he couldn't be the only one looking for a loved one. The library seemed like a place where people would gather - and if Armaros was here and looking for him too, he knew he'd wait for him in a library of all places.

But it was seeming more and more like he simply wasn't here.

"I am. I'm afraid I haven't had any luck."

[donttouchthequbeley]

She couldn't help but feel some pity for this man. She had wondered the same where Judau and the others had been, not buying for a second that they didn't live. Moreover, Judau was perhaps the strongest Newtype as of this very moment. It would be impossible for him to not be useful to the scientist. That didn't ease the weight from her heart though.

"Others have been taken away for something," she spoke. "You can wait until they come back."

If they come back; she did not fully trust that information, but why kill them when data could be collected?

[warriorscribe]

"Taken away?" Enoch asked, his curious tone making it clear he expected whatever elaboration she could give.

He didn't like the sound of that. This was expected to be a place where they lived, but it seemed as if nobody lived here at all. And there was no light - no sconces for torches, no candles, nothing. There were lights in the living quarters similar to those on Azazel's floor of the Tower he had been exploring before everything, before this tower or Meridian, but they didn't seem to be anywhere else...

And on top of that, people were taken away deliberately. Why?

[donttouchthequbeley]

"Don't know where, but some say they are being used as experiments; might explain the power loss here."

She shrugged. Really, it was the only thought she could share. She didn't know it to be truth, but it made some sense. She was just thankful that the scientists didn't hold any interest for her for the time being; that day would soon come however, and she dreaded it.

"All I got from asking people, and makes sense to me, sort of."

[warriorscribe]

"What sort of experiments?" This wasn't in the suspicious tone that one might expect. The concept of the "mad scientist" wouldn't exist for some time yet, for him. So the sentence sounded harmless enough to his ears, bringing up thoughts of, perhaps, testing new foods, tools, or living arrangements.

"And why would the experiments cause this place to behave this way?"

[donttouchthequbeley]

"Think about it. There are probably machines, and that would cause a drain in power. They probably needed to sacrifice the power in the tower to execute those experiments."

Made sense to her. She had witnessed some people with higher levels of power, some of which she had never even seen. With that many people, the tower surely had to expend everything they had to contain any potential threats.

Room 3-18

[papadojima]

Dojima grunted as he spotted the white silhouette moving about in the room. For a split second he thought it was a nurse, but the nurse treating him were not that big, or male. "What..." He tried to sit up, but the pain flaring in his ribs made him lay back down again.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch glanced over at Dojima as he spoke, his mind still trying to wrap itself around the information he'd just read. He pulled his jeans, sandals, and Arch from the trunk and closed it before he finally found the ability to think and speak at once again, quickly shunting the nagging fear of having lost Armaros to the back of his mind.

"I'm not certain what's happening, either."

[papadojima]

Dojima breathed shallowly not to anger his ribs more. "I'll take it this isn't Yaosinaba Hospital."

[warriorscribe]

"No more than it's the city of Meridian or the Tower of the Grigori..." Enoch sighed, feeling over the top of the strange garment for some sort of clasp, zipper, anything...when he finally found it he quickly worked to undo it. "The note they left us would have us believe where we came from is destroyed, but..."

He paused, grimacing at the thought. Suddenly the task of undressing and putting on his jeans was interesting enough to warrant his full attention. With his jeans on, he reached into his pocket to pull something in a clear sleeve out. Only then did he finish his sentence.

"...But I don't want to believe it."

[papadojima]

"Destroyed?!" That made him sit up despite the pain. The world he came from, destroyed? What about Nanako? His nephew? Adachi? Everyone? No, that... that couldn't be true...

"I don't believe it either," he said as he reached for the notes on his bedside table. "The world can't just end like that."

[warriorscribe]

It was somewhat feasible for Meridian. After all, there had been a conflict between some very powerful beings. But they couldn't have failed to rescue Armaros, could they? He was sleeping beside him...

...And then he remembered the little boy, Ico, who had said he'd been holding his friend's hand.

No, surely their rescuer was more discerning than the rifts that led to Meridian. Enoch pocketed the memento and sat down to put on his sandals.

"I wouldn't want to accuse someone who's rescued us of lying, but..." He couldn't finish that sentence, shaking his head slowly. But this couldn't be true.

Floor 4, after ~despair~

[cant_be_tamed]

[The slight jingling of metal behind Enoch is a pretty good hint that there's someone behind him who's

1) Armored and
2) Armed

But other than that, there's silence for a bit until footsteps (boots, it sounds like) start coming a bit closer to him.

What now, Enoch?]

This is only the beginning, what a waste of tildes.

[warriorscribe]

*There's some natural light here on this floor, at least - full length windows will do that. Enoch turns his head to regard whoever's approaching him warily, his free hand going to his Arch. It's his off-hand, but it's something.*

i'll do what i want!!!!

[cant_be_tamed]

...Hi. [It's a...teenager. Armed to the teeth, pretty much, but still. Looks like he doesn't mean any harm. He nods along with the greeting, waiting for Enoch to respond.]

of course, but don't come crying to me when it falls flat later

[warriorscribe]

...Good day. *Enoch lets his hand fall at his side, slowly pocketing the card again. Odd ears but nothing else seems terribly off about this young man. At least he's not a threat. He waits awkwardly to hear what he's been approached for.

If Link's got an eye for reading faces, this guy's eyes look older than he does.*

[cant_be_tamed]

[He...didn't really need anything, he just wanted to chat. He does that sometimes.

Link cautiously steps a bit closer.]

You gonna be staying there forever?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch shakes his head. Turns to lean his back against the wall.* I've been hoping to find someone here...

Food #1

[worldrestored]

As he walks into the cafeteria, a small flame dancing in his hand to allow him to get a better view, Naoki at first begins to waves to the person eating...until he realizes there seems to be almost an aura around him.

Light--urgh. Probably a servant of YHVH. Just what he needed.

Without any further actions, he continues to walk into the kitchen, intent on cooking the animal he has caught in the forest.

This calls for a derpface

[warriorscribe]

Enoch looks up and recognizes those markings immediately. He's only ever seen them once, after all.

"Shur-..." Wait, that's a male silhouette. What?

He's seen those markings before, yes, but on someone who was rather more feminine.

Haha yes good - Also no tag is too small no worries.

[worldrestored]

Naoki's eyes cross his when it looks like he's going to call him out but suddenly stops. Huh. Sure? Sure what? He tilts his head, confused.

Was there something on his face? Maybe some blood left over from the battle with the deer he was dragging behind him.

[warriorscribe]

It takes a moment before Enoch finds his voice again now that the demon has stopped.

"You look...very similar to someone I met where I came from. Are you related to a demoness who calls herself Shura?"

[worldrestored]

Shura? Shura...shura...he didn't recruit anyone named Shura and he most certainly wasn't related to anyone as far as being a half-demon (yes a HALF-DEMON. NOT A FULL DEMON OKAY). He didn't have siblings on Earth either, but why did this guy seem confident that he might be? Maybe this was a trick question...

He shook his head.

The deer in his left hand continues being dead and not doing anything but bleed out a bit.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch never knew that about the one he'd met, only that she seemed reasonable for a demon. (That and she'd called herself a demon, so there wasn't much else to say on the matter.)

"Odd. Your markings are identical."