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towerofanimus2012-07-30 06:08 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-30 06:08 pm
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To know about everything
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floor 11, all day on the 30th
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch is going to test Gandalf's theory by watching a phantom closely, possibly at the expense of his own life if allowed to do so. Please note he can't be convinced to leave the floor before the phantom encounter. (And why would you want to? He doesn't look like he's up to something, does he?)
Warnings: Phantoms being phantom-y? I have no idea yet.
[Morning-Afternoon]
Enoch appears to be camping out on this floor - he's sitting on the edge of the tower, not seeming to mind sitting in the shallow lake the waterfall creates on the floor. Occasionally, he'll stand and walk around the perimeter to stretch his legs, hold his hand under a waterfall, or wistfully admire the flowers and rainbows. He seems...relatively at peace.
Sometimes, when seated at the tower's edge, he'll pull something small from his pocket - if you're behind him, you can see it's a card in a plastic sleeve, and if there's not a glare on it, it's revealed to bear the words My hero. He stares at this card for a while when he does this, sometimes running his thumb over the words. Once, when he thinks there's nobody around, he says quietly, "I will be, if you need me."
[Evening-Night]
He hasn't left the floor all day, save one or two trips to the cafeteria for food or to the dorms for the restroom, no more than ten minutes away each trip. The sun sets outside the tower, casting a reddish glow on the water. As the light fades on the card in his hand, he raises it to his lips and murmurs something quietly against the plastic before standing and returning it to his pocket.
He takes a deep breath of the air outside the tower, squaring his shoulders and holding his head high. There's a worry present in his mouth and eyes that somewhat dampens the determination in his body language, but whatever he's decided to do today, he'll do it.
The light fades away, and Enoch turns away from the tower's edge, watching the lake and the now-reversed rainbows. He's clearly waiting for something to happen.
And it does. A faint noise rings out, a gentle crooning or cooing sound. For a moment, Enoch smiles. If it really is Armaros, he would be trying to calm him, wouldn't he? Unlike any other tower resident who's met a phantom, Enoch deliberately approaches it, quiet splashes marking his steps until the area immediately around him is illuminated for a moment by the glow cast when his armor is dismissed. The phantom continues to coo encouragingly at him as it drains him, and Enoch stares up at it, focused, eyes searching. He's looking for something, anything, to prove or disprove that old man's theory. Death means nothing here, after all. What's one tiny, insignificant death worth here, when he could learn the truth?
His limbs begin to shake with the effort to hold him up eventually, but he continues to watch, breathing heavily as it takes more and more effort to hold his head up and to hold back tears that would cloud his vision. Hearing that sound now hurts him more than he could properly explain.
Setting: Floor 11, all day on the 30th
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch is going to test Gandalf's theory by watching a phantom closely, possibly at the expense of his own life if allowed to do so. Please note he can't be convinced to leave the floor before the phantom encounter. (And why would you want to? He doesn't look like he's up to something, does he?)
Warnings: Phantoms being phantom-y? I have no idea yet.
[Morning-Afternoon]
Enoch appears to be camping out on this floor - he's sitting on the edge of the tower, not seeming to mind sitting in the shallow lake the waterfall creates on the floor. Occasionally, he'll stand and walk around the perimeter to stretch his legs, hold his hand under a waterfall, or wistfully admire the flowers and rainbows. He seems...relatively at peace.
Sometimes, when seated at the tower's edge, he'll pull something small from his pocket - if you're behind him, you can see it's a card in a plastic sleeve, and if there's not a glare on it, it's revealed to bear the words My hero. He stares at this card for a while when he does this, sometimes running his thumb over the words. Once, when he thinks there's nobody around, he says quietly, "I will be, if you need me."
[Evening-Night]
He hasn't left the floor all day, save one or two trips to the cafeteria for food or to the dorms for the restroom, no more than ten minutes away each trip. The sun sets outside the tower, casting a reddish glow on the water. As the light fades on the card in his hand, he raises it to his lips and murmurs something quietly against the plastic before standing and returning it to his pocket.
He takes a deep breath of the air outside the tower, squaring his shoulders and holding his head high. There's a worry present in his mouth and eyes that somewhat dampens the determination in his body language, but whatever he's decided to do today, he'll do it.
The light fades away, and Enoch turns away from the tower's edge, watching the lake and the now-reversed rainbows. He's clearly waiting for something to happen.
And it does. A faint noise rings out, a gentle crooning or cooing sound. For a moment, Enoch smiles. If it really is Armaros, he would be trying to calm him, wouldn't he? Unlike any other tower resident who's met a phantom, Enoch deliberately approaches it, quiet splashes marking his steps until the area immediately around him is illuminated for a moment by the glow cast when his armor is dismissed. The phantom continues to coo encouragingly at him as it drains him, and Enoch stares up at it, focused, eyes searching. He's looking for something, anything, to prove or disprove that old man's theory. Death means nothing here, after all. What's one tiny, insignificant death worth here, when he could learn the truth?
His limbs begin to shake with the effort to hold him up eventually, but he continues to watch, breathing heavily as it takes more and more effort to hold his head up and to hold back tears that would cloud his vision. Hearing that sound now hurts him more than he could properly explain.
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[He looks up at Enoch]
...if only there was a way to see those left behind.
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*Enoch glances at Kidou when he feels his gaze.*
I don't know if I was taken from Meridian, exactly. Apparently, the being who was maintaining it was killed, and she sent everyone living there through rifts... Armaros could still be there, or...he could be wherever the rift took him. There's no telling when it was destroyed...