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towerofanimus2012-06-11 09:00 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-11 09:00 pm
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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."
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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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.
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...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.*