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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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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?