towerofanimus

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?"

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"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.

Tohko nodded and smiled sadly. "I see. Hopefully you'll be able to go back to that world then. Or back to your original one." Either world would probably be better than this Tower, even though it probably would be a little better if Enoch managed to get back to his home world again.

"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.

"I'm not sure about the world you were in previously..but your home world is probably fine. After all, if god and his angels watch over it, then your world will be fine." While Tohko was an agnostic, if an all-powerful god and his angels did exist in Enoch's world, then it would probably be alright.

"All we have to do is actually find a way to get home.." She sighed.

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?

Tohko sighed and bit her lip. "T-then maybe the word is wrong or has been twisted in some way." After all, if that were true, than the Administrators weren't lying about their worlds being gone. For one thing, Tohko didn't trust the Administrators more than she would trust Woland, Jas. Hook, or Moriarty, as they put everyone though cruel experiments and were tight-lipped most of the time, from what she had heard.

For another thing..if her world was gone, she'd never be able to see Ryuto again, apologize to Konoha, help out Nanase in the library, or help Chia find a reason to live and prove that she wasn't an Oba Yozo.
No. There was no way Tohko was going to accept that yet.

"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.

Tohko huffed in frustration and sadness. If a can or pebble had been near her foot, she would have kicked it. Instead, she just kicked the air for a moment. "If only the Admins weren't so tight-lipped about everything! Then we'd know for sure. Then we'd be able to deal with this properly." However, as it stood, they were mostly in the dark, with a few small lit candles and some unlit matches, which was vexing.

"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.

"Hmm..maybe we could convince the other Admins to join our side. Maybe we could all fight against their superior and learn a few things about our worlds." Tohko sighed. But how to do such a thing? If the Admins were tight-lipped, there was no way they would reply to a simple network post.

"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?

Tohko sighed. "That's true. After all, if their superior is looking at everything, then they'll just ignore any blatant comments of rebellion."

They needed a code. Someway that only they and the Admins could communicate without their superior knowing about it. Tohko sighed again. "I could make up a code on the spot or pull one out of a book, but there's still no way to send it without their superior learning about it."

"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."

"Ah, that's true. I hadn't thought of that." Tohko sighed, and then smiled at the last sentence.

"Thanks. We might be able to come up with something if we think about it hard enough."

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