1st Call

[brbtalkingtogod]

Characters: Lucifel & Open for all
Setting: Room 01-12, then changing locations
Format: Action for now, otherwise I can adapt to prose as well
Summary: Lucifel's first day in the tower, he awakens to find out that there is something not quite right with him...
Warnings: None at the moment.

[Sleeping was something Lucifel has never done before in his life since he was created by God. So it's a great surprise for him to find himself lying in a bed and especially being somewhere that is neither Heaven nor Earth. Well, as surprised as he could be.

When he was finally able to move he feels the collar around his neck, trying with all his strength to get it off but fails. Not even a second later his eyes are staring at himself. Heaven, whoever made him wear this suit has not even the slightest sense for fashion... where are his clothes anyways? His cellphone seems to be gone as well.

The archangel then notices two letters, both were directed at him. The one that said that his home world got destroyed just got a look of disbelief from him. Sure, whatever makes the one who sent this happy. The other he found just as hard to believe. Then again, who would make such a joke?

At least one thing was true. The trunk had all of his belongings inside, his clothes, which he quickly changed back into, and even his cellphone. Said phone is shut off for a reason unknown to him and he couldn't make it work either. He would figure something out later and slides his phone into the right back-pocket of his jeans.

Lucifel lifts his left hand, he wouldn't stay here longer than necessary, then flicks his fingers to get himself home.

Nothing happens.]

You must be kidding me...

[He gives it one, two, three more tries and he is still here. Alright. Looks like he is forced to take a look around.

Honestly, he is not amused.]

Comments

[brbtalkingtogod]

It's okay.

[But it's just human. Lucifel stares at the hand on his shoulder for a moment. He should just... okay, it was hard to ignore. Very hard to ignore. It would take a long time until he would be used to it...

Staring at the food might help, he should focus on something different than the hand on his shoulder.]

[warriorscribe]

*He doesn't want to break the contact. Lucifel is here, here with him. So he's silent for a while as Lucifel stares at his oatmeal.*

...You should eat it while it's still warm.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Lucifel growls and scoops a bit of the food with a spoon, just to let it drop back in the bowl. And his stomach makes yet another noise.]

All of it?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch expected something like that out of one of his children, not out of an archangel.*

...You won't be able to eat anything else otherwise.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[It would be his first meal ever and it's something like... this.]

I don't really want to eat this.

[Or to eat anything at all.]

[warriorscribe]

I know... But starving is much worse. *He squeezes Lucifel's shoulder.* It's all right. It doesn't have an unpleasant taste...only...very little taste at all.

*And for someone who isn't spoiled on eating food all his life, that's worth something, right?*

...It will be all right, Lucifel. I'll keep some of my meal to share with you when you're finished.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[He frowns at the bowl with what some would consider food and scoops some of it again. Starving sounded so much better right now.]

There is no way out, huh?

[Very well... better to just get over this. So the archangel begins to eat. And he doesn't look very happy.]

[warriorscribe]

*He wouldn't say that when he was actually starving. Enoch gives his shoulder another light squeeze and gets up to go get some of the pancakes available, cutting off a generous portion for Lucifel and eating his own while the angel ate.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Hopefully Enoch is enjoying his meal. Or the face Lucifel makes as he eats the bowl of oatmeal. How could anyone eat this? It tastes horrible.]

[warriorscribe]

*The pancakes are too sweet with that syrup. And why would he enjoy Lucifel's discomfort? In fact, the moment the angel is done, Enoch offers him the portion of the pancakes he'd cut off for him.*

Here you are. These have much more flavor.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[No, but the unusual expression on the archangel's face. Hopefully the pancakes will taste better than what he had to eat just now.]

Flavor you say?

[Well, it can't be much worse, can it?]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods.* It's sweet, but... Children often like such things. Perhaps because you're new to tasting things, too, it will be the same way.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Are you comparing me to a child?

[Is he serious? Lucifel raised his eyebrow and cut a small piece off before he chewed on it.]

...

[At least it had some sort of flavor.]

[warriorscribe]

Your sense of taste...

*He hadn't meant that at all...

He watched Lucifel eat, looking for a reaction.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Hmph...

[He just continued to eat the portion Enoch had left for him.]

When do I know it's enough?

[warriorscribe]

You won't feel hungry anymore.

*Enoch glanced down at the table before putting his hand on Lucifel's shoulder again.*

I didn't mean to offend you...

[brbtalkingtogod]

Sure, but when do I know that?

[You see, he has no idea when it would be too much for him and end up making him feel sick.

He tenses slightly when he is touched again.]

[warriorscribe]

The hunger came with discomfort, didn't it? That discomfort will be gone when you're done eating if it was enough.

*He doesn't want to make Lucifel uncomfortable, but on the other hand he hasn't been able to do this, just this one simple gesture, for centuries. And months have never felt so long...

Just this once, he'll take the selfish route, just a little longer.*

Eating too much is uncomfortable too.

[brbtalkingtogod]

I see.

[He thinks he got the concept of eating. Lucifel stops to eat after he has eaten half of his portion and puts the fork and knife he used aside.

It's a lot he has to get used to...]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch smiles at him.*

That's likely enough for you, I'd imagine. That oatmeal is filling.

*There's a squeeze of his shoulder, and...visible hesitation before he removed his hand. He looked back to the plate a bit too quickly. How pathetic was that, emotional over something so simple...?*

[brbtalkingtogod]

It might have been the first time I ate something...

[Really ate something and got to know what it tasted like.]

But I don't need to eat that oatmeal again. I mean it.

[He notices that and turns his head a little to look at Enoch.]

Something on your mind?

[warriorscribe]

*Well, he won't have to, at least. Enoch shakes his head.

It was selfish, anyway, to want to keep that contact. It made him uncomfortable, after all...*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Okay, if you say so. Not that you just said much to begin with.

[He runs a hand over his shoulder as to dust it off.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch watches that gesture silently, speaking a few moments after he's finished.*

Did I...make you that uncomfortable?

[brbtalkingtogod]

What? [He blinks at him.]

I'm not used to others touching me whenever they please. It has nothing to do with you, if you were thinking that.

Were anyone else to touch me I wouldn't be as calm.

[Yes, if it were anyone but Enoch - and Michael or maybe the other Archangels - he would react totally different.]