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tohko_amano ([personal profile] tohko_amano) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-11-02 10:39 pm

Sin

Characters: Tohko Amano and Enoch.
Setting: Floor Twenty-Eight, November third.
Format: Prose.
Summary: Tohko searches for Enoch and asks why she was a sinner. She also pesters him about the story he promised her.
Warnings: Tohko's true nature is here. There may also be music, depending on what happens. We'll see.

While Tohko was happy to have her old body back, she was curious about one thing. She wasn't quite sure why her meals would be considered sinful enough to get her killed by Enoch. After all, he didn't know that she had killed people before, so..why?

She was also getting impatient. Enoch had promised her that story awhile ago, and while she had waited patiently, she was starting to wonder how he was doing on it. So, she started to search the tower, looking for the immortal man.

It took her awhile, and she was out of breath by the time she ran up the stairs, but she eventually found him in a room filled with musical instruments. She caught her breath as she walked into the room. "Hey, Enoch..I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering..why did you think that my book eating was a sin during the candy event?"
warriorscribe: (Gazing into eternity)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Enoch was sitting on a table that had been used to store something, a large piano keyboard that he'd set aside against the wall. Why he'd chosen the table as a place to sit and not the chair was not apparent. Behind him, a pan flute played a lively tune on its own. The scribe himself had been humming along before Tohko showed up.

Her question distracted him enough that for a long while, he was silent, while the flute behind him didn't seem to realize it had lost the human voice accompanying it and went on playing as normal.

"It's...difficult to explain."
warriorscribe: (A little lost)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-04 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Enoch shook his head. "The instruments here sometimes play on their own."

He hugged the notebook closer to himself, looking down at the floor, though his shoulders never slumped. "...Writing was our only way of preserving God's word in a way that wasn't subject to all the problems of oral tradition. There simply wasn't enough time for many to learn how to write, so it fell mostly to the priests. I might think that it's purely man's law, and not God's, but... Heaven did need a scribe."

He raised his eyes to Tohko again. "Perhaps that is why...I couldn't ignore it. I wasn't in my right mind. I don't think I had all of my right mind."
warriorscribe: (It'll be fine...won't it?)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-06 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It's..." Enoch pulled a sheet of paper from behind the notebook and handed it over.

Can he say it's okay that she is what she is? He wouldn't become angry with her over it, and he understood now that his mind was clear but he couldn't help the instinctive uneasiness at it.
warriorscribe: (If you say so...)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-06 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He was partly expecting her to eat it, anyway. Only the slightest tightening of his arms gave away any reaction - that was still dulled, to an extent. "I'm not familiar with that kind of bear, and...the falling angel is the star."

Enoch held the notebook tighter in earnest now. It was the closest to feeling something without it being hollow so far... "His name is Armaros, one of the Grigori, and...we were friends when we lived in Heaven."
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-06 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a wonder he could write such a thing at all, conveying the emotions he wasn't properly feeling yet. Enoch lowered his head. "Thank you."

It was the subject that got something out of him, at least, muted as it was. He'd offer to explain more of what the Grigori were doing, but with her reaction to the story, he thought his own tale might prove too salty, too. So he didn't take the initiative to offer it, despite her curiosity.
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-07 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Enoch thought about it for a little while. Well...her unique appetite meant this was a request for food. Was it really so bad if something was written specifically to be eaten?

"You don't need to tell me yours if you don't want to. But..." He nodded. "I'll tell you a piece of my past every week; every seven days from today. Is that all right?"
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I...agreed because I thought you would want to eat them. It should be all right if they're transcribed specifically for you, I think."
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-07 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
So she herself would take to transcribing them... Of course, how else could one who loved stories so much handle a life of only being able to eat them?

There's something like a flicker of a smile on his lips for only a moment, and a lightness in his chest all too fleeting before the weight of nothing settles again. "So you have your own ways."
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-08 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a good attitude to have." It was frustrating, in what ways he could feel frustration, being numb like this. It was like he was simply...all emoted out.

((ooc: That sounds reasonable enough to me. But if you aren't sure, you could go ask in the FAQ post... Maybe other people will want to know for sure later!))
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-08 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Enoch was a scribe, of course he would see that attitude favorably. Preservation and recording of things was his purpose.

When Tohko mentioned the notebook, Enoch reflexively tightened his arms around it.

"It was...Armaros used it to communicate with me, in the world we were in before this."
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-10 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"It was..."

It had a power struggle between gods going on beyond the mortal plane and once a murderer ran loose, but...it was peaceful. Comfortable. Safe (or if not safe, possible to be made safe). He had leverage there. Control over his own life.
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-11 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"If they're intact, yes..." There was that dull echo in his gut. Of what? Grief? Loneliness? It was so indistinct he couldn't tell.
warriorscribe: (If you say so...)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
There was the slight rustle of disturbed paper as Enoch hugged the notebook even harder. It was as close to feeling distress as he could right now.

"The word is worlds that were connected to others through outsiders were destroyed at the same time."

And, well. He can't imagine God dying (but knows it can happen, Aleph is proof), but...could He really protect Earth when the beings fighting for Meridian couldn't?
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-11 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"We don't know. We just don't know enough..." Enoch shook his head, his grip on his notebook relaxing.

He'd had the same reaction at first. But eventually, he'd come to doubt it. For the one person who found an inconsistency, there were others who all reported seeing their destroyed worlds and not seeing one. For all the pain of accepting it, there was calling Dax and Zo, people who seemed like good, honest people, liars.

Too many contradictions going both ways. Not enough information. Enoch would feel more hopeless if he could. As it was, it was a dull frustration instead.
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-11 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"They may not have a choice. There is something...not right about their superior. She may have them working under threat."

His emotions may be exhausted, but he still doesn't like seeing distress around him.
warriorscribe: (Something's out there...)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-12 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"It isn't so easy." Enoch looked up at the ceiling. "Inviting them to rebel outright will ensure they do not."

That is, not when Ruana could react to it. Somehow, they need to contact them in a way that ensures only they know what they're trying to say. Some sort of code...? But how could they communicate the key without Ruana learning it too?
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[personal profile] warriorscribe 2012-11-14 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Because if they don't know the key, it's pointless. And if we make it easy to decipher for their sake, Ruana will be able to learn it too."

Enoch slid from the table. "...I'll think about it while I write the first story for you."