towerofanimus | I Pray for the Destruction of This World...

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I Pray for the Destruction of This World...

Characters: Fou-Lu and the Tower.
Setting: Various places around the tower.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Fou-Lu's powers are going out of control. He's stuck in hybrid form. And he's not in the best of moods… (Also he's in his lowest dragon form now, but that might change…)
Warnings: Possible boss fight? Will edit if need be!

[Floor Twenty-Two]

[Some of these paintings… they show what had happened to the Fou Empire once he had fallen asleep. Even while stuck in this form, he retains enough dexterity to pull them from the walls and pile them together.]

[Fire. He dislikes using it, but his other form's skills do come in handy at times. With a small tossing motion, the paintings start to burn.]

[Floor Ten]

[Amongst the fish, a roughly man-shaped figure swims. The fish seem to leave him alone, and he seems quite comfortable there. He hasn't come out for air in a while…]

[Still, every so often he'll swipe at a fish, not caring about its size. A few of the larger ones seem to give him a little trouble, but he just flips over and slashes at them with the claws on his feet and ankles.]

[Floor Six]

[There's a cracking and splintering of wood, and from far away a tree falls. Should someone approach the scene, Fou-Lu is standing on a fallen tree, claws gripping the bark. He's shaking a little - and anyone who can sense power will be able to feel it whipping around him wildly.]

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*Maybe that floor has food.

It's this thought that almost gets him stuck in the twenty-third floor's trap - if not for the fact that he smells the smoke from the fire before he can even begin. He eats from the edible mushrooms in his hand as he walks, what few he could find. He'd be out hunting if not for the fact that he doesn't have a proper weapon to hunt with. He can't even use his Arch because its beam fizzles out.

And this is how he finds Fou-Lu with the burning paintings, his mind wandering. He can't see the dragon god's face, since he's turned away from him. Rather than approach, he remains where he is, wary of the silhouette in the fire. That's not a monster, is it?*

[He turns at sensing that mortal again - his face is the same, save for his hair being shorter and different colored eyes. ... And the lack of clothes. He hovers there, just staring back at him for a moment before he speaks, with a rougher voice than usual.]

Dost thou wish to speak to us?

*Enoch has excellent facial recognition, even near-starving.* Ah... I only smelled the fire.

'Tis merely a purging of things that should not be seen, and a record of things that should hath not been done.

Something... *He did say he was an emperor.* ...done to your people?

[He snorts slightly.]

If only that were the case. No, 'tis a record of that which they hath done to themselves. Turning from the path of peace we hadst set them upon and choosing instead to once again raise up arms against each other. Their foolishness, spitefulness, and cruelty knoweth no bounds.

*It takes a moment for Enoch to respond. He's staved off the worst of his hunger with the mushrooms, but he's still in that state of mind that urges him to keep looking, which can be a bit distracting.*

That's not all of man's nature. I've met cruel, foolish men and kind, caring men alike.

[Fortunately he doesn't have to deal with that nearly as much as mortals do.]

'Tis but a single mortal we hath found worthy of saving. She be in this place with us, though with the creatures around we are uncertain how safe she may be...

Death isn't permanent here, but...I can't imagine it's pleasant. If you feel she's all the good in humanity, protect her.

*Because she can prove you wrong, he doesn't add.*

I don't see many creatures before the day's end, however.

Of course we will. And there be more creatures around here than we be comfortable with. We are not unused to fighting, but we do not wish for her to have to fight.

*Enoch nods.* I hadn't meant that you wouldn't.

*His logic's just the slightest bit fuzzy right now, that's all.*

Hm.

[He looks back at the burning paintings, which are now unrecognizable, and lifts a hand. It glows for a moment, and then water splashes down onto the fire, putting it out.]

*Control of the basic elements, like Ezekiel...*

That's...impressive.

*The ability to generate water, that is, the very root of life...

...Maybe he shouldn't stay on this train of thought. After all, he knew someone else who could do that, too...*

'Tis simple. Many mortals may perform magic such as this, though generally they hath found ice easier to summon. The Endless gifted many things to the races, magic among them.

Where I'm from, such abilities aren't normal.

*He holds up his hand so Fou-Lu can see it glow a soft green-white with the power of purification.*

God is much more sparing with this sort of gift than your Endless.

*And then the glow stops because he's not feeling the best.*

'Tis an unwise god that keeps their gifts to themselves. How may the races live safely without the ability to defend themselves?

*Enoch only smiles. Fou-Lu has him in teaching mode now.*

But we can defend ourselves. God gave humanity another kind of gift, the wisdom to create tools and weapons.

We use this wisdom to adapt very quickly to danger. Life on Earth can be difficult, but we find a way to overcome it.

But the beasts and the monsters, how may one fight them with simple tools and weapons? Many of them resist such types of attack, or attack with their own magics.

*Oh. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it?*

Beasts in your world possess magic?

Some of them do, yes. 'Tis possible to learn abilities by observing them.

*That much makes sense, at least.*

Earth has little magic of its own. If we could simply...create water from nothing, many of mankind's problems wouldn't exist.

Truly? Thy definition of humans seem to be of a race that be but children, though perhaps clever children.

*That gets a small smile out of him.* Humanity has existed for several hundred years now.

*In other words. They are children.*

... Then again, 'twas resources the Muuru people fought over, and the reason for their summoning of us.

[He. Doesn't like where this train of thought is going.]

The Muuru? Is that what your people call themselves?

*Enoch is a rather curious person, even though he really should be looking for food.*

'Twas the empire that summoned us initially. They hast changed their name to the Fou Empire, after us. There be many empires across the world.

So your empires are defined by who answers their summons?

Not so. We unified their after our summoning, however, into a true empire rather than a loose grouping of people.

[There's a touch of regret in his voice. Maybe if he hadn't, this wouldn't have happened.]

*Enoch catches that.* Did something...can I ask if something happened?

... They hath chose war over peace, death over life. They hath used their gifts for weaponry and poisons, instead of peaceful tools and healing. They art lost, and only death may beginst to clear their damage from the world.

They called on you for help with resources...that's at the center of warfare, I've found. One has something the other wants or needs, and a trade agreement can't or won't be reached. It's part of the nature of humanity. We can't be perfect...

We do not demand perfection, for we know humans art greatly flawed. We do, however, demand that they have some modicum of sense...

*There's a strange sense of nostalgia tugging at his gut. He remembers some of the most striking oddities of angelic nature as he discovered them, though little of the context.*

What seems nonsensical to you may not seem so to the humans.

'Tis true, but their folly offends even the moral standards they hath set for themselves.

[It's... really bad, at least from what he's seen. They've done nothing but try to kill him since he woke up.]

...War is a paradox of that sort, unfortunately.

*Glorified and yet horrible - far leaning towards the former in popular opinion.*

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