The weather's annoying, isn't it?

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!

He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.

There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

"If you're worried about the cloaks, you could always get a friend to give them out. Not like they'll run off with them or anything."

Though he has to admit, if he was the one in charge of giving out cloaks, he would be tempted to hoard them for his Master.

[warriorscribe]

"All of the friends I've met have fallen ill, too."

And besides, despite being sick, himself, he still couldn't shake that feeling of needing to be dependable. After all, he'd been the only one able to do anything about the problems at hand for three hundred years...

[puppy_lancer]

He would say something about finding someone who can't get sick, but apparently, every resident of the Tower is suceptible to the same diseases.

"...Maybe I can try delivering these cloak things."

He didn't need any cloaks for himself and he hasn't come down with anything yet.

[warriorscribe]

"Thank you, but...I'd prefer to see to handing them out personally."

What he doesn't say is he doesn't exactly trust the judgment of someone who'd immediately think of the likelihood of someone taking the cloaks for themselves. That, and he really would like to see his own work through. He wanted to know for sure.

[puppy_lancer]

"What about a booth? At least you'll be getting some rest."

[warriorscribe]

"The afflicted may not be able to all move to one place." His priority, after all, would be those that need it most...

[puppy_lancer]

He slowly shakes his head.

"You're just trying to make it harder for yourself, aren't you?"

[warriorscribe]

"I'm trying to do what I set out to do when I made these."

The force of his words earns him a coughing fit.

[puppy_lancer]

"You can acknowledge that other people can have problems, but you can't acknowldge your own ills."

It's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black coming from Lancer.

"What. Are you a hero or something?"

[warriorscribe]

"It isn't that I'm not acknowledging them."

Except that he was.

"But I'm not so defeated by this yet."

[puppy_lancer]

"If you say so."

It wasn't Lancer's place to fuss too much over a stranger.

"Just don't collapse and freeze to death somewhere."

[warriorscribe]

"I'm much more enduring than I look. You shouldn't worry."

But by that very logic, he shouldn't be sick, either... It wasn't as if Enoch was thinking entirely clearly, after all.