Enoch (
warriorscribe) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-06-18 03:03 pm
Entry tags:
Hellhounds and the beginnings of malnourishment, oh my.
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Morning, dormitory floors (with a start in 3-18, roomies can talk to him there if they want!)
Format: I'm starting with prose but I'll match you
Summary: After a week of, frankly, sub-par survivalism, Enoch has a dream that gets him to get his ass in gear - and then he gets attacked by hellhounds.
Warnings: Um. None yet, but there are hellhounds here so possibly violence.
Room 3-18
"Enoch. Enoch, what are you doing?"
Somehow, Lucifel was sitting on the edge of the bed. Enoch tried to reach out to his guardian, relieved, but he seemed to have fallen victim to a bout of sleep paralysis.
"Whatever happened to 'The Earth can sustain me'? It worked for a couple years, didn't it? You're not looking hard enough, your mind's back in Meridian while your body starves. C'mon, Enoch. You're God's chosen one, aren't you? Don't let Him down."
Enoch opened his eyes as he reached out, his hand closing on empty space. He blinked at the ceiling of the darkened room, eyes wide. It had been a dream.
He raised a hand to his head as he stood and summoned his armor. Though he hoped it was a vision and not merely a dream, either way he knew it was true. He'd been lost in despair, he hadn't had the motivation to explore, to properly learn about his surroundings. He'd been putting in the bare minimum for this first week.
Well. He had to live. Besides, if they were rescuing people, surely someone else from Meridian was bound to show up anyway. Time could be weird, he'd learned that much in that city. And maybe, just maybe, it meant that people rescued at the same time in Meridian could show up at different times in the tower - if Meridian was truly gone. If he was captured, he knew it meant Armaros was doing everything in his power to save him.
So he had to keep living, no matter what.
Dorm Hallways
He intended to go as far down as he could starting from the top, but the smell and wafting curls of smoke coming from around the corner brought him up short.
When a dog made of fire charged up the stairwell, Enoch thought to jump over it and attack - but his Arch went right through the flames as if they were...well, flames rather than something that could be cut.
He cried out in pain as the hellhound retaliated, leaping at him with its fiery claws. A sound like shattering porcelain echoed in the hallways as the left side of his neck guard and a portion of the armor covering his chest on that side broke free. His armor may have protected his skin, but he felt the burn of the flames all the same. He heard another one approach him from behind, and he leapt over it, hitting the ground running in the other direction. Two more followed, and in a split second he realized he couldn't jump over them both.
His eyes flicked to the wall at his side and he leapt up, jumping off the air sideways to hit the wall, hoping with every fiber of his being that it counted as solid ground...
He leapt off the air again - it did! - and hit the opposite wall. This is how someone may find him - leaping from wall to wall as a pack of four hellhounds jumps along, trying to catch him. Or maybe you're running from hellhounds too - despite his predicament he'll help anyone else in danger.
Setting: Morning, dormitory floors (with a start in 3-18, roomies can talk to him there if they want!)
Format: I'm starting with prose but I'll match you
Summary: After a week of, frankly, sub-par survivalism, Enoch has a dream that gets him to get his ass in gear - and then he gets attacked by hellhounds.
Warnings: Um. None yet, but there are hellhounds here so possibly violence.
Room 3-18
"Enoch. Enoch, what are you doing?"
Somehow, Lucifel was sitting on the edge of the bed. Enoch tried to reach out to his guardian, relieved, but he seemed to have fallen victim to a bout of sleep paralysis.
"Whatever happened to 'The Earth can sustain me'? It worked for a couple years, didn't it? You're not looking hard enough, your mind's back in Meridian while your body starves. C'mon, Enoch. You're God's chosen one, aren't you? Don't let Him down."
Enoch opened his eyes as he reached out, his hand closing on empty space. He blinked at the ceiling of the darkened room, eyes wide. It had been a dream.
He raised a hand to his head as he stood and summoned his armor. Though he hoped it was a vision and not merely a dream, either way he knew it was true. He'd been lost in despair, he hadn't had the motivation to explore, to properly learn about his surroundings. He'd been putting in the bare minimum for this first week.
Well. He had to live. Besides, if they were rescuing people, surely someone else from Meridian was bound to show up anyway. Time could be weird, he'd learned that much in that city. And maybe, just maybe, it meant that people rescued at the same time in Meridian could show up at different times in the tower - if Meridian was truly gone. If he was captured, he knew it meant Armaros was doing everything in his power to save him.
So he had to keep living, no matter what.
Dorm Hallways
He intended to go as far down as he could starting from the top, but the smell and wafting curls of smoke coming from around the corner brought him up short.
When a dog made of fire charged up the stairwell, Enoch thought to jump over it and attack - but his Arch went right through the flames as if they were...well, flames rather than something that could be cut.
He cried out in pain as the hellhound retaliated, leaping at him with its fiery claws. A sound like shattering porcelain echoed in the hallways as the left side of his neck guard and a portion of the armor covering his chest on that side broke free. His armor may have protected his skin, but he felt the burn of the flames all the same. He heard another one approach him from behind, and he leapt over it, hitting the ground running in the other direction. Two more followed, and in a split second he realized he couldn't jump over them both.
His eyes flicked to the wall at his side and he leapt up, jumping off the air sideways to hit the wall, hoping with every fiber of his being that it counted as solid ground...
He leapt off the air again - it did! - and hit the opposite wall. This is how someone may find him - leaping from wall to wall as a pack of four hellhounds jumps along, trying to catch him. Or maybe you're running from hellhounds too - despite his predicament he'll help anyone else in danger.

no subject
He didn't worry too much about himself, his Geass would keep him alive- he assumed it was still active though he knew it could be switched off here.
no subject
no subject
no subject
His armor vanished as he hit the floor below it, the tower nullifying the power binding it to him, and he ran towards the winding staircase around the tower's edge, coming to a halt and bracing himself against the side of the tower as he waited for Suzaku, backing away slowly and carefully on the rain-slick steps.
The hellhounds wouldn't venture too far into the rain. It wouldn't be long before they turned back.
no subject
He ran out into the rain, watching as the hounds slowly turned back. He hoped that no one else encountered them. "Are you injured?"
no subject
"I'm fine. But I didn't intend to lead them to you..."
no subject
no subject
no subject
He assumed the monsters had to eat too, if they relied on the forest on the sky island for hunting and yet couldn't be outside in the rain...
no subject
"I can't say an idea comes to mind. We can't lead them down from here, and luring them to the elevator is certain death for the bait."
no subject
"I am not sure if the elevator is working though."
no subject
Enoch began to move down the stairway, carefully, since he seemed to have a dizzy spell coming on.
no subject
They could try to lure them off the bottomless pit room, but they probably wouldn't follow....
no subject
The problem with that idea would be that the bottomless pit floor was below this floor - they would have to wait until the rain stopped for that to work, and even then, the ground was wet.
no subject
no subject
He'd never encountered a being that he couldn't defeat. Sure, he'd been unable to touch Sariel's Nether form until he received Uriel's blessing, but that was different. It hadn't taken long for his guides to notice he couldn't damage Sariel and to set Uriel to remedying that.
Here, there was no help from above to notice. No solution save what little he could gather from their forms.
no subject
no subject
No matter where they went, after all, they'd have to leave them somewhere, and Enoch had only been in the tower about a week.
no subject
no subject
He doesn't give a thought to his own stamina, thinking he could keep it up despite his own lack of substantial eating for the week.
no subject
no subject
Too many were taken away...how many of who was left were fit for this?
no subject
It was a difficult situation.
no subject
"The least that we could do is warn everyone else..."
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)