Enoch (
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towerofanimus2013-02-07 12:49 am
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Only a shadow of what it seems (backdated to the 6th)
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floor 48, backdated to the 6th
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: Enoch has a new job! While he wouldn't necessarily mind being given something productive to do, this doesn't exactly count as productive considering they aren't real graves...
Warnings: Grieving I guess? Mention of a child's death.
He cut an eerie figure, himself, dirty brown cloak wrapped around him with the hood pulled all the way up. Only the duster in his hand marked him as working here, and only the gleam of white armor occasionally visible as he walked hinted at his identity, with his head constantly bowed. There were few flowers that survived the snowfall, so the watering can hadn't been necessary.
Enoch didn't like this floor. Each and every grave marker represented someone completely isolated from other people, all alone with nothing but the ruins of their world to call home. Perhaps some could starve to death; that one young man had said he foraged for food. Perhaps they would find release. But to die that way...
Oh, he didn't want to be here. He was actually somewhat glad the tower had doubled in size, taking it away from the dorms. But he'd received a letter in the morning telling him he was now in charge of maintaining it. And as much as it may hurt him, he knew disobeying would probably bring consequences.
Even though it wasn't the same at all. Even though it wasn't maintaining a peaceful rest. Even though reading names he remembered and seeing flashes of distraught faces in his mind's eye was worse than any instance of realizing they're dead now ever was on Earth...
...okay maybe he didn't want to do this. He fell to his knees at the grave that read Ryotaro Dojima - his first roommate here, someone who, like him, dearly wished for the presence of a loved one. Did he grieve over his daughter's little corpse even while she was right here in the tower he had just left? His eyes stung with tears - he'd only been gone a week. He hadn't seen Dojima in months. Was the man even sane anymore?
Wrapping his arms tight across his stomach, he forced himself to his feet and moved on, cleaning the newest rows of graves and again collapsing at the pain of considering each person here, trapped and all alone... Even if he didn't know who they were.
But he had finished the first day of his job, so he could afford to sit here on his knees and quietly weep, shaking with the pain of reopened wounds.
Setting: Floor 48, backdated to the 6th
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: Enoch has a new job! While he wouldn't necessarily mind being given something productive to do, this doesn't exactly count as productive considering they aren't real graves...
Warnings: Grieving I guess? Mention of a child's death.
He cut an eerie figure, himself, dirty brown cloak wrapped around him with the hood pulled all the way up. Only the duster in his hand marked him as working here, and only the gleam of white armor occasionally visible as he walked hinted at his identity, with his head constantly bowed. There were few flowers that survived the snowfall, so the watering can hadn't been necessary.
Enoch didn't like this floor. Each and every grave marker represented someone completely isolated from other people, all alone with nothing but the ruins of their world to call home. Perhaps some could starve to death; that one young man had said he foraged for food. Perhaps they would find release. But to die that way...
Oh, he didn't want to be here. He was actually somewhat glad the tower had doubled in size, taking it away from the dorms. But he'd received a letter in the morning telling him he was now in charge of maintaining it. And as much as it may hurt him, he knew disobeying would probably bring consequences.
Even though it wasn't the same at all. Even though it wasn't maintaining a peaceful rest. Even though reading names he remembered and seeing flashes of distraught faces in his mind's eye was worse than any instance of realizing they're dead now ever was on Earth...
...okay maybe he didn't want to do this. He fell to his knees at the grave that read Ryotaro Dojima - his first roommate here, someone who, like him, dearly wished for the presence of a loved one. Did he grieve over his daughter's little corpse even while she was right here in the tower he had just left? His eyes stung with tears - he'd only been gone a week. He hadn't seen Dojima in months. Was the man even sane anymore?
Wrapping his arms tight across his stomach, he forced himself to his feet and moved on, cleaning the newest rows of graves and again collapsing at the pain of considering each person here, trapped and all alone... Even if he didn't know who they were.
But he had finished the first day of his job, so he could afford to sit here on his knees and quietly weep, shaking with the pain of reopened wounds.

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*He looks up the stairs. It will be a long climb up to floor sixty-one, but it will be better than going down past the graveyard again. He's done with that place for today.*
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*Enoch took a few slow steps, his feet feeling leaden, before reaching a good pace.
Perhaps Lucifel would like to simply teleport them back to the dormitory floors instead. Unless he'd like the sightseeing.*
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[Nah, it look like the scribe needed a good walk after this eventful day.]
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...Thank you for walking with me. I know you could just wait for me...
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Don't mention it Enoch.
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...Perhaps someday we can travel these levels together and learn more of them.
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We could do so. Although, I'd prefer showing you the future.
[And Lucifel didn't give him any particular reason as of why he would want to do so. It might seem to others that he did have his good moments.]
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...I'd prefer it, as well. Anywhere but here or the ruins...
*And they skip the hospital ward floor because Riki is doing something to it, so they immediately come out on the other side, with the large soccer field, which is reflecting the light snowfall outside the tower.*
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Agreed.
[There is a moment of slight confusion, but okay. Lucifel eyes their surroundings curiously.]
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...Will you tell me about the future?
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What sickening interior this floor has.
[It explains why Enoch is keeping his head down at least.]
Sure, I can do that.
[But not the parts that have to do with the scribe.]
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*Enoch finally looks up at him as they enter the torture chamber. While unsettling, it isn't as immediately threatening to him as the dead bodies are, and he can focus on Lucifel as they pass it.*
Then...ah...how do people live in the future? What might a large city look like?
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[Yeah, it might be better to focus on everything but these surroundings...]
The buildings are a lot higher, with several floors, most of them high enough to that it looks like they would reach the sky.
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*Enoch gives an exasperated little laugh, at least able to laugh after that. They pass the kitchen and Enoch takes Lucifel's arm to lead him off the stairs on the summery floor where the grass grew high as their waists.*
There were some buildings like that in Meridian...
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[Hopefully his clothes won't get any stains from the grass... it's the only pair he has here and he doesn't know if he could just get himself a new one so easily.]
Where there?
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*The elevator was there, seeming suspended in nothingness, though it was just the walls being part of the illusion of this floor being outside. Enoch opened it and led Lucifel inside, pressing the button for the top floor.*
There is beauty here, as there was beauty in the Fallen Angels' Tower. But Riki's work has far less of it than theirs.
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[Lucifel shrugs it off and follows him into the elevator, leaning against one of the walls on their way up.]
I have seen better places.
[He would never admit it aloud but Armaros' floor wasn't that bad compared to the rest.]
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*Enoch seemed calmer now as the elevator reached its destination, and Enoch led him down to the third dormitory floor, to 3-18. He opened his trunk and undid the bundle of gauze holding the four notebooks together and removed the top two, sitting on his bed and patting the space beside him, inviting Lucifel over to read them.
The painful contents of those journals, he could deal with in a moment. For now, it was best for that talk to have worked what it did, only the fatigue in Enoch's eyes sign of his prior distress.*
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[The slightly taller man followed him with crossed arms and in his room, silently taking a seat next to the blond.]
Very well, may I have them.
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He'd watch Lucifel's reaction. The first book didn't actually get into what became of Armaros's relationship with him, so Enoch wasn't particularly worried about it. The second one, however...*
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He reached for the second journal once he had finished reading the first.]
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It would be painful, after his ordeal, to reexamine these feelings, that peace, to defend them to Lucifel.
But he would, if he had to.*
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[Well. If the scribe's stay in Meridian had been a novel then this must have been one great turning point in it.
This was an unexpected turn of events. And in all honesty, Lucifel wasn't sure how to react in such a situation. That wasn't supposed to happen. The archangel knew they had been close back in heaven, but them falling in love with each other? He couldn't have predicted that.
He takes a deep breath then and pinches the bridge of his nose. Okay, he has to stay calm. He's far from happy, rather close to getting mad. The situation Enoch had been in was something no one could have predicted. However, that didn't make it any better.
This is Enoch before he got rid of his doubts, of course any influence in a situation like this would affect him.]
... What am I supposed to do with you Enoch...
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