towerofanimus | Have another intro post

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."

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*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.*

...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.]

...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.*

[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?

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

[Oh, well that sounds simple enough. He's quiet for a bit, waiting for Enoch to go on or elaborate, and when he doesn't, Link decides to fill in the silence.]

I could help you look, if you want.

He's just under my height, thinner but filling out. He has a tail with a broad tip attached to his back; he has dark skin and long white hair.

I've been searching all day.

*It wouldn't be so easy to despair if not for that talk with Naoya earlier - if not for the fact that he was in a strange place and even those he thought he knew were gone...gone, everyone was leaving again. Even those who weren't supposed to. Even if they weren't gone, they were.*

[Hay Enoch.

...u ok?]

...We'll find him. I've been looking around the place and it's pretty huge, so he's gotta be somewhere. Come on.

[Well, this guy seems to be taking this situation rather...well.]

*No.

Enoch reads the card again before putting it in his pocket. One more look...maybe, just maybe...

It's better than standing here.

He nods, pushing himself off the wall.*

[He waits patiently for Enoch to get a move on already, then starts ahead of him.]

So what's your name? I'm Link...I like your armor!

[Bless him for trying to fill in the silence.]

*Is it worth it anymore? Should he?

But he's not the one leading the way this time. And if this one's been exploring more of the tower than he has...it takes him a moment to respond, following along behind Link.*

...Enoch. And thank you.

[He nods and continues on, seemingly oblivious to how closed Enoch is being on purpose.]

Did it cost you a lot? Looks expensive...

*Enoch's glancing around in what little light the Arch casts. He's praying silently at this point, practically begging not to be alone here, not again, never again he doesn't even have Lucifel or the Archangels here...*

It's not armor in that sense. It's a blessing. A gift from God.

*Well, you got him to say more than he said last time?*

[Hold on a second, let him get out his lantern...there we go, that should last until they get to one of the bigger floors.]

Ohhh, yeah? [It seems like he understands.]

Which one? [....What is Monotheism?]

*Different worlds, different worlds...*

There's only one where I come from.

*His mind is going a mile a minute, at once trying to process and deny the idea of everyone he's ever cared about being gone. Different worlds and he's the only one left from his, but he can't be.*

[He looks back at Enoch with a raised eyebrow.]

Yeah? [Well that's...uhhh...not weird, that'd be rude to say, but...preeeeetty different.]

Oh... And She just goes by "God", then?

[...Different worlds, indeed!]

"He", and yes.

*It's not indignant or surprised. Just a simple correction. Okay, there is the Shekinah too but that's sort of a special case.*

[The rather...stupefied look on his face makes it pretty clear that he didn't get the memo about the different worlds thing quite yes.]

...Ah. [But he does get when he's staring or maybe making someone uncomfortable, so he stops with the open-mouthed staring.] Sorry! It's pretty...different! Where're you from?

*That's a difficult question to answer. What is the answer? Heaven? Earth? Meridian?*

...I'm not certain...I don't know how to answer that.

[How...can he not be certain? He had to be from somewhere, right?]

Well...you say it like, "Hi, I'm Link and I'm from Ordon Village," for example. Now you try it.

Edited 2012-06-20 02:58 (UTC)

*There's a moment of stunned silence before...

...there's the tiniest of chuckles. Not properly happy, it comes with a healthy helping of heartache.*

I meant, I'm not sure which place I can say I belong to.

[Hmm. He miiight be getting what Enoch's trying to say.]

I used to feel like that all the time when I was little, but Rusl always told me to not worry about it, so I just went with Ordon. I don't think anyone'd mind if you did that too.

Edited 2012-06-20 04:34 (UTC)

It's... *He takes out that card again, running his thumb over the clear casing protecting it.*

...Not so simple. I was born and raised on Earth, but there's little left for me there now. I can only look forward to living in Heaven again, but I don't remember anything about it. And-...

*A pained expression crosses his face before he presses the card to his chest.*

...And then, Meridian...I felt at home there, I was happy for the longest time I could count in centuries. But I don't belong there, and...now it might be gone...along with the one who made it home.

*And after spilling more of his heart than he meant he just sort of...stops walking, clutching the card to his pounding heart and trying not to cry.*

Have another intro post

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

i'll do what i want!!!!

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

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