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towerofanimus2012-10-24 03:37 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-24 03:37 pm
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There is no repentance.
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: All around the tower, Oct 24 until the end of the event (please note a day or range of days and floor in your subject line!)
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you
Summary: After two encounters, Enoch's finally succumbed completely(or nearly so) to his transformation's urges, going after people who he knows have sinned. Or those who do so in front of him...
Warnings: There will be violence if confronted with a known "sinner", maybe death?
It took a couple of encounters and a little over a week of time. But Enoch isn't hiding anymore. He wanders the stairs with his Arch out and held in one hand, his stride confident and purposeful. He has a stern look fixed on his face, though his eyes may at times appear troubled.
He's searching for sinners. He hasn't yet realized there are no other means of getting candy than stealing, which is a good thing; that would make everyone in a costume guilty of the sins of theft and knowingly condemning another to die. As it is, there are people he knows who he will attack on sight: Those who he knows have signed away their souls. Those who would take them. He who has stolen. He who has killed God. He who allies with a demon. They who are demons. And those who torture, harm children, attempt to kill - he makes a detour to a terminal for those before continuing his patrol.
But he isn't without some piece of himself left, as his sometimes-troubled eyes might hint. Somewhere inside, he doesn't want to kill. So he does all he can. He shouts a warning, the only warning that makes any sense to his warped mind.
"All you who have sinned, your time for judgment has come!"
Setting: All around the tower, Oct 24 until the end of the event (please note a day or range of days and floor in your subject line!)
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you
Summary: After two encounters, Enoch's finally succumbed completely(or nearly so) to his transformation's urges, going after people who he knows have sinned. Or those who do so in front of him...
Warnings: There will be violence if confronted with a known "sinner", maybe death?
It took a couple of encounters and a little over a week of time. But Enoch isn't hiding anymore. He wanders the stairs with his Arch out and held in one hand, his stride confident and purposeful. He has a stern look fixed on his face, though his eyes may at times appear troubled.
He's searching for sinners. He hasn't yet realized there are no other means of getting candy than stealing, which is a good thing; that would make everyone in a costume guilty of the sins of theft and knowingly condemning another to die. As it is, there are people he knows who he will attack on sight: Those who he knows have signed away their souls. Those who would take them. He who has stolen. He who has killed God. He who allies with a demon. They who are demons. And those who torture, harm children, attempt to kill - he makes a detour to a terminal for those before continuing his patrol.
But he isn't without some piece of himself left, as his sometimes-troubled eyes might hint. Somewhere inside, he doesn't want to kill. So he does all he can. He shouts a warning, the only warning that makes any sense to his warped mind.
"All you who have sinned, your time for judgment has come!"
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Enoch leapt lightly from the stairs, gliding down to land softly on the floor below. He took a couple of faltering steps, and his legs failed him. He fell to his knees, holding himself up with both hands on the middle of the Arch, one of its tips pressed to the ground.
"I don't...have a choice...anymore."
And the worst part of that was knowing he should. The part of him that hurt, that doubted, was an ineffective presence at the very back of his mind when it made itself known at all. He knew this must be what separated him from a true angel right now...
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"If I let you kill me..will you promise not to tell anyone about my..appetite? And will you let me take you to the infirmary? Or your dorm room? You look horrible. Maybe some rest or pills would help."
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"I don't..." Enoch lunged forward, still on his knees, Arch lashing out as Tohko drew near.
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The next day, Tohko woke up and promised herself that she would avoid Enoch at all costs. He wasn't going to listen, and it was dangerous being near him. After all, he could spill her secret, and being around him would make it even easier.