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Water would cool and soothe my pain
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floor 11
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: So that numbness that's been slowly ebbing away all throughout the first? Finally breaks on the fifth. In a very bad way.
Warnings: Does an agonizing sense of futility and despair count?
He got to thinking, after he'd stowed what Ruana had returned to him away in the trunk at last. About what had happened to him. How his free will, the very thing that had defined him as human had been stamped out. How they could toy with your body and mind and there was nothing anyone could do to predict or stop it, save moments of mercy from Dax, who certainly couldn't do anything for them in a more permanent sense because of Ruana. How even if Armaros or Lucifel were to arrive here, he couldn't protect them.
And for once, the thought that they might be better off together wasn't there. For once, there was no hope. he was adrift and he had no anchor anymore, and it would be selfish of him to want one.
Enoch didn't know why he'd made his way to this floor. What did this floor hold for him? Was it the fantastical rainbows, the upside-down garden, now withering in autumn, the waterfalls? He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that his feet carried him here.
Slowly, he sank to his knees a few steps from the edge. There was so much pain no matter where he turned. Either they were gone, along with the worlds he could call home, or they were here, where they could be manipulated at the very core and he could do nothing to protect them. Enoch raised his head as if trying to keep his face towards the sun. His breath started to come out shaky and damp, his shoulders shaking with his near-silent sobbing.
The sun peeked through clouds and fog, and Enoch's mouth worked, trembling, through the motions of a desperate prayer into the ray of light that fell across his face:
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Setting: Floor 11
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: So that numbness that's been slowly ebbing away all throughout the first? Finally breaks on the fifth. In a very bad way.
Warnings: Does an agonizing sense of futility and despair count?
He got to thinking, after he'd stowed what Ruana had returned to him away in the trunk at last. About what had happened to him. How his free will, the very thing that had defined him as human had been stamped out. How they could toy with your body and mind and there was nothing anyone could do to predict or stop it, save moments of mercy from Dax, who certainly couldn't do anything for them in a more permanent sense because of Ruana. How even if Armaros or Lucifel were to arrive here, he couldn't protect them.
And for once, the thought that they might be better off together wasn't there. For once, there was no hope. he was adrift and he had no anchor anymore, and it would be selfish of him to want one.
Enoch didn't know why he'd made his way to this floor. What did this floor hold for him? Was it the fantastical rainbows, the upside-down garden, now withering in autumn, the waterfalls? He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that his feet carried him here.
Slowly, he sank to his knees a few steps from the edge. There was so much pain no matter where he turned. Either they were gone, along with the worlds he could call home, or they were here, where they could be manipulated at the very core and he could do nothing to protect them. Enoch raised his head as if trying to keep his face towards the sun. His breath started to come out shaky and damp, his shoulders shaking with his near-silent sobbing.
The sun peeked through clouds and fog, and Enoch's mouth worked, trembling, through the motions of a desperate prayer into the ray of light that fell across his face:
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Sorry for jumping in..><;
So, she thought on that while walking around and reading the notebook Konoha's stories were in. However, she looked up when she thought she heard someone crying. Enoch was there, on his knees, and while Tohko couldn't see his face, she could hear him, even though the noise was very faint. She wasn't exactly sure what was bothering him, but she just wasn't going to walk away and leave him like this!
"What's wrong? Why are you sobbing?" She gently asked.
It's nothing!
Alright then.
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Thanks for catching that missed detail!
No problem! :3
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Anyone with a heart would not ignore an injured soul.]
I'm sorry, sir, I... I couldn't help but notice... Are you all right? Please don't get so close to the edge, it's not safe...
[There's a hesitant note in her voice, but no insincerity; there's no way that shuddering came from anything but distress. In a corner of herself, Tippi knows this feeling on more than just a passing "it happened recently" level, but even so, asking and getting brushed off or causing trouble are far preferable to ignoring someone who needs anything but.]
By the flight comment, I assume she's a butterfly here? /leaves this tag vague to be safe
correct!! (I am the mythical slow tagger, it is me)
It's okay, I'm slow, too.
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When he approached, it wasn't exactly silent. The metal on his outfit clinked with every step, those very same jacks that he'd use to plug into his mech giving away his presence.]
You okay there? From this point of view, it seems like you need some help.
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Naoya stepped closer to Enoch, drawing his haori around himself. He'd passed by and decided to see what the problem was. He may not agree with the man's views... or how devoted he was... but he was a closer relative than most.
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They may not have the same faith, but he would at least be quiet for now as he prayed in desperation. Though, he wasn't sure if any god would be able to hear this man of faith's prayer unless they were in the tower as well. That's what hurt the most as he watched in silence, nearly overwhelmed with the same pain and empathy as his own personal headgod--not being able to help this one man who had helped him get through last month, no matter how many they ended up harming because of Ruana's game. It hurt because despite what horrors and demons he's faced, he could still empathize.
That's why he took the last few steps as quietly as he could until he could kneel down beside Enoch, placing a hand on his shoulder and bowing his head. Not exactly praying, but listening to Izanagi's words and silently trying to express that he wasn't alone.
This day sucked for him, too... and after this, he was likely to find his little sister and give her a hug before playing with her the rest of the day and not letting her go. Nanako was the only family he had left, if this was the case...and the same was true with Izanagi and Izanami.
Headgod families were confusing, but what his heart and what Izanagi-no-Okami spoke of was not. He would always be there for a friend, and going through ordeals together seemed to be a recurring theme with the ones he made.
tl;dr: He was here for you, friend of his uncle. Your god may not be able to hear you, but Izanagi sure had responded.
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