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towerofanimus2012-11-15 09:20 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-15 09:20 pm
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A new mission? (backdated to the 12th)
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floors 3, 17, and 19, Nov. 12
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: Enoch seems to have a purpose to his reading! Also, a Prize Pod.
Warnings: Guts. A Bullfairy in extreme pain as usual.
Floor 3: 9:00 AM
Enoch isn't idly reading or checking terminals (well, he may make a quick text postthat will probably disappear.), this time, his reading seems to serve a purpose, albeit one he could never utilize in a thousand years, to look at him. He has a notebook and pen with him, as if to take notes. On top of that, each and every book he has is about espionage, for some reason. There is an imp's corpse at his feet. He's not letting those things transform.
A bullfairy is flying around him, bellowing in the pain of using its wings. Eventually, Enoch reaches out and grasps it, cradling it to his chest in one arm while he reads with the other. It struggles at first, but then it realizes that as long as it's held, it doesn't hurt as much. The little monster quiets down and lets Enoch read, taking a much-needed break. Every so often you might catch Enoch petting the little thing while he rests his eyes.
Floor 3: 12:00 PM
This lasts for roughly three hours before the bullfairy starts struggling again. Confused, hesitant, Enoch releases it, and, in pain again, it circles around him before flying off downstairs. Enoch looks at his pile of books, then at the direction of the stairwell the little thing went to. With a sigh, he grabs three of the books and goes to the terminal to make an addendum to his post, to let people looking for him know he's going up to the nineteenth floor.
And, of course, the post has vanished. He tears an empty piece of paper out and writes To those seeking me out: I have gone to the nineteenth level. -Enoch.
Floor 17
Enoch would normally move right past this floor. The bloody handprints and screaming, while always present, were not any less unsettling. But there was something else here this time. Something black and round, something hovering in the air.
A Prize Pod! And no other monsters around to stop him! Of course Enoch wasn't going to pass up a chance to potentially help out someone who had tried the restaurant, and he, lacking the free hands to take out his Arch, jumped up to smack it with the books he was carrying. It worked just as well...but he had no more luck with this Prize Pod than with his first encounter with one, and he found himself with something's intestines draped over his head and shoulders.
Stiffly, he dropped the books and pulled the stuff off, his hair, skin, and armor still streaked red. With a frustrated noise, he picked up his books and walked back to the stairs, looking none too pleased.
Floor 19
The blood had dried to brown at this point, and there are hand- and fingerprints in his books from where he'd continued reading before it had dried. The books he'd picked up on the third floor had been joined by a thicker book, one simply titled "Steganography".
It was a wonder he'd been undisturbed by monsters, bloodied like that from the Prize Pod. It probably had to do with the blood smears on the far wall - Enoch had tried to wipe his hands clean and create some kind of decoy. Or maybe he was just that lucky.
Setting: Floors 3, 17, and 19, Nov. 12
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: Enoch seems to have a purpose to his reading! Also, a Prize Pod.
Warnings: Guts. A Bullfairy in extreme pain as usual.
Floor 3: 9:00 AM
Enoch isn't idly reading or checking terminals (well, he may make a quick text post
A bullfairy is flying around him, bellowing in the pain of using its wings. Eventually, Enoch reaches out and grasps it, cradling it to his chest in one arm while he reads with the other. It struggles at first, but then it realizes that as long as it's held, it doesn't hurt as much. The little monster quiets down and lets Enoch read, taking a much-needed break. Every so often you might catch Enoch petting the little thing while he rests his eyes.
Floor 3: 12:00 PM
This lasts for roughly three hours before the bullfairy starts struggling again. Confused, hesitant, Enoch releases it, and, in pain again, it circles around him before flying off downstairs. Enoch looks at his pile of books, then at the direction of the stairwell the little thing went to. With a sigh, he grabs three of the books and goes to the terminal to make an addendum to his post, to let people looking for him know he's going up to the nineteenth floor.
And, of course, the post has vanished. He tears an empty piece of paper out and writes To those seeking me out: I have gone to the nineteenth level. -Enoch.
Floor 17
Enoch would normally move right past this floor. The bloody handprints and screaming, while always present, were not any less unsettling. But there was something else here this time. Something black and round, something hovering in the air.
A Prize Pod! And no other monsters around to stop him! Of course Enoch wasn't going to pass up a chance to potentially help out someone who had tried the restaurant, and he, lacking the free hands to take out his Arch, jumped up to smack it with the books he was carrying. It worked just as well...but he had no more luck with this Prize Pod than with his first encounter with one, and he found himself with something's intestines draped over his head and shoulders.
Stiffly, he dropped the books and pulled the stuff off, his hair, skin, and armor still streaked red. With a frustrated noise, he picked up his books and walked back to the stairs, looking none too pleased.
Floor 19
The blood had dried to brown at this point, and there are hand- and fingerprints in his books from where he'd continued reading before it had dried. The books he'd picked up on the third floor had been joined by a thicker book, one simply titled "Steganography".
It was a wonder he'd been undisturbed by monsters, bloodied like that from the Prize Pod. It probably had to do with the blood smears on the far wall - Enoch had tried to wipe his hands clean and create some kind of decoy. Or maybe he was just that lucky.
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"It's...the only creature here I know of that is completely harmless. The poor things look like they were subjected to Jason's whims as a whole..."
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"That is terrible..hopefully someone can stop him soon and put an end to his whims."
As he spoke, an idea popped into chaos's head. He couldn't cure the poor beast. His powers were too limited for that. But he could provide some relief for an hour or two.
"If you don't mind..may I hold it? And..if you're trying to write a secret note, lemon juice sometimes works."
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"Lemon juice?"
Oh, right...he shifts to offer the bullfairy without jostling it too much. It's clear the thing's legs, much too slender for its body, are broken, and the wings are not attached naturally.
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chaos then turned his attention back to the man. Perhaps he did not know what a lemon was. Smiling at the thought of another old being in the Tower, chaos walked through the shelves, picked out a book on fruits, and walked back to the man. Still cradling the creature in one hand, chaos put the book on the table and flipped through it with the other, until he came to the page on lemons.
"There you are. That should help. After seeing all your espionage books, I thought you might like a way to write secret messages. Lemon juice is good for that. If you write something with it and wait for it to dry, the message will turn invisible until you apply some heat to the paper." chaos explained.
"However, I do apologize if I was making the wrong assumptions."
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He looked up at chaos again. "Thank you." But then he tilted his head. "There is much more in here than writing secret messages. Why did you assume that I've gathered these books for that, exactly?"
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"These are espionage books. You're planning on using them for something, and part of sneaking around and learning things is using a code or secret messages so that the enemy can't detect you." This was a bit of a half-truth, but chaos was sure the man would believe it.
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Which meant, yes, he did mind. He was a little suspicious after that "guess", and besides, the more people he told, the more likely it was that Ruana would catch on. As far as he knew, they had no eyes in the library (and he was out of sight of the terminals), at least.
Of course, the problem now was, how in the world could he hint that Dax should try heating the message without arousing suspicion should the note pass through anyone else's hands?
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chaos petted the creature as he thought about this. "..If you need any help with surprising this person, I could help. Then again, you may not want a strange person helping you out with something as important as this."
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After all, using his memory and some books, there were probably quite a few liquids and ways that one could use to hide the message. After that, all one needed were a few carefully picked words to tell the recipient how to read the message.
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Not with the way this conversation had gone at least.
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"Although..if you don't mind, could you tell me your name? It would make it easier to help you out if I think of something."
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This person, at least, didn't seem hostile. Just...strange. Fair enough.
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"Nice to meet you, Enoch. My name is..chaos." He then put the creature down on the desk before nodding once again. "I'll see what I can find out to help you then." And with that, chaos walked over to the shelves, took a few books on fruits and acids before walking out of the room.
Maybe the kitchen had a few lemons?