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towerofanimus2013-02-03 04:33 pm
brbtalkingtogod) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 04:33 pm
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1st Call
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.]
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.]
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*Enoch hadn't expected most angels to have the self-reflection capabilities of seeing it in themselves...but then, he'd given them all a lesson in that just by existing...
...Unless Lucifel is considering something else entirely, he thinks, which is much more likely. He's had a far richer experience in the world than he'll ever have just by being able to go to the future...*
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[It sounded much like fiction to him, if not science-fiction and horror.]
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...I can't name any one kind.
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*Though Tohko clearly recognized some books in the library so it can't be all that different, can it?*
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[If he hadn't checked it then they should look, shouldn't they?]
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[It was rare to hear the other talk this much after all.]
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It doesn't appeal to me as much when it is frozen.
*Though that thoughtful look on his face implies there's something more meaningful to it than a simple lack of appeal.*
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So? It just changed temporarily for winter. What's the big deal?
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*Or, well...it was the state of the room when he'd returned from Meridian...*
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[That's all there is, to him.]
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...Would you like to see it anyway?
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[That this floor had a deeper meaning to the scribe went unnoticed by him.]
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Carefully, he steps out onto the floor, sliding slowly to one of the waterfall columns, where he caught himself. It was clear he'd tried to spend time here anyway, the way he'd deliberately aimed himself for the column. He didn't have his cloak on him, and he shivers in the cold as he looks at Lucifel.*
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This doesn't look so bad, even when frozen.
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[He began to shiver just a few moments later. One thing is sure: he hates the cold.]
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*Enoch is shivering, himself. Leaning on a column of frozen water will do that. He pushes himself away to slide over to the staircase again, waiting for Lucifel to join him so they can go back down to somewhere warmer.*