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towerofanimus2013-02-07 12:49 am
warriorscribe) wrote in 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 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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*Indeed, the entry immediately after that, Day 41, shows Enoch was not only willing to continue his mission despite his feelings for Armaros, but that Armaros even encouraged him to do so! And it has some praise for Lucifel as well if he doesn't skim it all in irritation.*
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[As true as it seemed to be that there had been encouragement from Armaros, it didn't change the facts at hand. He knew better than to just judge over him and continued reading, but not because the scribe had asked him to.]
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He hopes Lucifel will see it was not only harmless, but helpful...*
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Friendship would have been one thing, that could have been dealt with in some way. But something going deeper than this... sure, this Enoch was from a different timeline but in the end it fell all back on him.
Lucifel only looked at the scribe, waiting for him to speak.]
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*So why was Lucifel still looking at him like he had something left to explain?*
...What else is there? What else do you need me to tell you?
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[And that's probably the point where God will ask Lucifel how and why this happened. That the one who got favored by God, who became Heaven's scribe and was sent out to seal away the Grigori, ends up in a relationship with one.
As well as the question, which would more than likely come from God: "where have you been when that happened, Lucifel?"
Yes, he is considering that Enoch might not be able to remember it should they be able to return home and that maybe neither will he. If that should NOT be the case... then he has to expect the worst.]
Even if you don't betray the mission or Him and are devoted to Him with all you have, that fact still remains.
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*Enoch sighs.* I love him. That will not change.
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[His expression doesn't change.]
Do you think He would just be okay with that?
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That's-... no...
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Laws and rules exist for reasons. You cannot steal because it denies a man his rightful property and creates an air of distrust. You cannot kill because life is sacred.
But sometimes someone steals out of desperation and takes something they or their loved ones need to survive.
Tell me, Lucifel, what is the intent of calling this wrong? Hasn't everything I've said avoided what makes this 'wrong'?
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...
[Wait a moment, Lucifel needs a second or two to think.
... Did he just... contradict himself?]
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He reaches out to gently take the journal from his hand, freeing one hand immediately to take the one that had just been holding the book.*
So you see... Everything will be fine, once Dax finds a way to restore our worlds.
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It got him thinking, that much is sure.]
...
[he was about to say that Enoch shouldn't trust the people who lead this place so blindly, but he wasn't in the mood to have Enoch tell him something different again.]
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Enoch gives Lucifel's hand a light squeeze before letting go.* For now...we should worry about having a world to return to, first.
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Right.
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Ah...Sola is here, in the tower...
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[Lucifel isn't so much insulted but impressed. Then again, he and the other have spent over 300 years together, it shouldn't surprise him.]
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*And it's still kind of weird to have two of the archangels around now. He's still kind of adjusting to Lucifel being right next to him again even though it hadn't even been a year since he'd seen him.*
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So you have a friend here.
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Enoch nods.* She keeps to herself, though. Meridian meant everything to her. She was part of its soil. Losing it must be so much worse for her... I rarely see her.
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[Lucifel isn't sure if Sola losing her "soil" could be compared to losing every connection he has to heaven.]
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It would be...
*No. He won't compare it directly to losing Heaven. Because the Archangels' presence here means it really is gone...*
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