There is no repentance.

[warriorscribe]

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!"

Comments

[andajarofdirt]

Dunno.

[Jack pokes the monkey again.]

Couple decades?

[warriorscribe]

*He isn't sure how long monkeys live. But twenty years sounds like a long time for an animal that size.*

He might be feeling his age. I admit I don't know how a monkey's mind works, but when dealing with immortals, you must remember that even if they don't look aged, they are.

[andajarofdirt]

Hmm.

[Jack gives Jack a squinty, suspicious look, before finally releasing the hold on him. The monkey screeches loudly and then goes hide under Jack's hair again. It's taken to that perch as of late.]

I wouldn't know, never bothered to learn to speak monkey.

[warriorscribe]

I meant, perhaps he's grown bitter. If a monkey's aging is at all like a man's, that is. Some grow bitter, some content, some jovial, and some...simply tired.

[andajarofdirt]

...I think he's just grown content no one's shot him out of a cannon in a while.

[warriorscribe]

*There's a long pause as the part of him suddenly very interested in finding sinners tries to figure out if causing emotional distress alone counts as a sin.

There's another part of him reacting more understandably, and it's what speaks up while the other part of his brain is otherwise occupied.*

I think that must be why he's so agitated around you.

[andajarofdirt]

You speak monkey?

[Because that's the truly important thing here. Of course he turns to look at Enoch and winces on reflex, blinking away because wow, BRIGHT.]

[warriorscribe]

No, but I can't imagine being shot out of a cannon is enjoyable.

*Don't ask how he learned what a cannon is, but doesn't know what a gun is. Lucifel is a troll, that's why.*

[andajarofdirt]

Don't knock it til you try it, I like to say.

[To troll people and be a pest, he means.]

[warriorscribe]

Unfortunately, I'm not that sort of immortal.

[andajarofdirt]

Don't think there're many cannons your size either, mate.

[warriorscribe]

I think you'll find it to be less of a pest if you treat it more agreeably, in any case.

*Apparently monkeys don't count, then....*

[andajarofdirt]

What are you talking about, I treat him very agreeable!

[Jack looks offended.]

Haven't really used him as monster bait in nearly a whole week!

[warriorscribe]

I meant overall, you simplet-...

*Wait. This oblivious hardheadedness, persistent enough to even wear through his patience. The speech patterns, especially addressing him as "mate". He has encountered this before.*

You didn't happen to sell either your soul or your mother for a pearl, or something like that, did you?

[andajarofdirt]

For a pearl? Don't be ridiculous, a soul is definitely worth more than that!

[Lying through his teeth~]

Now a mother, though. That'd depend entirely on the quality of pearl. Would have to be the mother of all pearls, if you catch my drift.

[warriorscribe]

*Sigh. Yes, this is familiar.*

You did, didn't you? Or rather, you believe you did, but can't recall because the rum was too good.

*Sounding familiar to you, Jack?*

[andajarofdirt]

How does one believe something they can't remember, quality of the rum nonwithstanding?

[This is a serious question that requires a serious answer. Srsly.]

[warriorscribe]

*Yes, he's almost certain this is the same person. Some little quality of his conscience keeps him following this for now, though.*

You think you may have, then.

[andajarofdirt]

Of course not.

[Jack snorts, for all intents and purposes, looking offended.]

Only a fool thinks he might or might not have done that. And I'm many things, mate, but I ain't a fool.

[warriorscribe]

....Did you, or did you not get into a long discussion over this on the network?

[andajarofdirt]

No.

[Well, he didn't! It was a long discussion, but it wasn't a long discussion about this, they covered many subjects!]

[warriorscribe]

*A sigh. Maybe he has the wrong person after all. And what's he going to do anyway? Right, kill them - and he really doesn't want to do that. Where he might have asked about someone else with those speech patterns, he doesn't follow up, turning back to the aquarium.*

I'm sorry. They've done something to me... If you know someone else with speech patterns like yours, tell them to keep to their rooms as much as they can.

*With a heaviness that implies suspicion anyway. For once in his too long life, Enoch is taking the path of willful ignorance.*

[andajarofdirt]

Is that why you're all glow-y and concerned about souls, monkey-or-otherwise?

[Headtilt, because whatever they did to Enoch, Jack certainly didn't want done to himself.]

[warriorscribe]

Souls are actually rather important in my world. *Or were. Probably best not to think about that.* But it is why I am glowing.

[andajarofdirt]

Yeah, mate, I think that's a universal thing.

[A little dryly.]

Never seen anyone lose their shine so hard over it, though.