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towerofanimus2013-02-28 02:36 am
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-28 02:36 am
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Never got to thank him
Characters: Enoch and anyone (attn: a certain other two who received a certain thing)
Setting: Various places throughout the day
Format: I'm starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: Enoch has never dealt well with loss...
Warnings: I don't know if grief counts as a warning. Gory details may be brought up in comments?
Room 3-18, 5am
Enoch has been awake all night, kneeling in front of his trunk. How does one sleep after something like that? He's been trying to leave his roommates undisturbed as much as he could, weeping quietly if he couldn't hold it in, occasionally raising his face to the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream of anguish and despair.
He has three feedback forms in front of him on the trunk, and he's been scratching at one of them the entire time. He had to reach out to those who wouldn't know what it's like, the pain of loss...but he ended up putting more thought into it than he believed he ever would.
When he gets up and leaves the room an hour later, it's with only one of them in hand.
Mailroom(F78), 7am
He checks it every morning, even though there's rarely anything in it. Having a routine helps in a place like this.
But he wasn't expecting what he found in his. He reads the letter he's recieved three times before carefully folding it and putting it in his pocket. He leans on the wall of boxes, rubbing an eye puffy and dark from crying and lack of sleep.
Burn his last words...? He understood, but... He sank down to the floor, a fresh wave of grief bringing tears to eyes he thought he'd cried dry earlier that morning.
Sauna(F77), 7:30am
And what should he notice immediately downstairs but something that seemed out of place to him somehow. It took some moments, punctuated with sniffs to keep himself from crying again, before he looked around and realized where he'd seen it - or where he hadn't.
"I'm sorry..." he says to the first resident he sees, his voice hoarse. "What is this level meant to be?"
Cafeteria(F1), 12:30pm
Enoch seems to have finally found sleep. There's a bowl of tomato soup that seems as if only a quarter of it has been eaten, and Enoch has passed out face-down beside it, spoon still clasped loosely in the hand that hangs at his side. The ends of some of his hair on that side have dipped into the bowl.
Outdoor Forest(F32), 4:30pm
If you saw him in the cafeteria, it's clear he didn't sleep long, considering he's up here now. He's wrapped up in his cloak, standing before a fire. It's a small fire, kindled by whatever he could find; the remnants of a few odd pieces of wood from wherever are visible at the edges of the flame.
He's got that letter out again, and he reads it over and over, mouth moving subtly, but not actually forming the words on the page.
Eventually, he reaches out his hand, and drops the letter into the fire.
Then Enoch kneels, his head bowed and hands clasped, and prays with the intent of being heard for the second time in the tower, for the third time since leaving Earth.
Lord, if you can hear me, if you are alive to hear me, if you have any hold over this world, please see Dax's soul to its rightful place, be it with his ancestors or on to reincarnation, or...elsewhere. If demons should have claim to it, please try to wrest it from them. I am ever your faithful servant. Please answer me, if you can. Please...
He doesn't realize he's shaking and crying until he comes out of this state, and he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, sitting down to watch the flames dance, his face blank and eyes at the meeting point of exhaustion, fear, sorrow, and anger.
Setting: Various places throughout the day
Format: I'm starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: Enoch has never dealt well with loss...
Warnings: I don't know if grief counts as a warning. Gory details may be brought up in comments?
Room 3-18, 5am
Enoch has been awake all night, kneeling in front of his trunk. How does one sleep after something like that? He's been trying to leave his roommates undisturbed as much as he could, weeping quietly if he couldn't hold it in, occasionally raising his face to the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream of anguish and despair.
He has three feedback forms in front of him on the trunk, and he's been scratching at one of them the entire time. He had to reach out to those who wouldn't know what it's like, the pain of loss...but he ended up putting more thought into it than he believed he ever would.
When he gets up and leaves the room an hour later, it's with only one of them in hand.
Mailroom(F78), 7am
He checks it every morning, even though there's rarely anything in it. Having a routine helps in a place like this.
But he wasn't expecting what he found in his. He reads the letter he's recieved three times before carefully folding it and putting it in his pocket. He leans on the wall of boxes, rubbing an eye puffy and dark from crying and lack of sleep.
Burn his last words...? He understood, but... He sank down to the floor, a fresh wave of grief bringing tears to eyes he thought he'd cried dry earlier that morning.
Sauna(F77), 7:30am
And what should he notice immediately downstairs but something that seemed out of place to him somehow. It took some moments, punctuated with sniffs to keep himself from crying again, before he looked around and realized where he'd seen it - or where he hadn't.
"I'm sorry..." he says to the first resident he sees, his voice hoarse. "What is this level meant to be?"
Cafeteria(F1), 12:30pm
Enoch seems to have finally found sleep. There's a bowl of tomato soup that seems as if only a quarter of it has been eaten, and Enoch has passed out face-down beside it, spoon still clasped loosely in the hand that hangs at his side. The ends of some of his hair on that side have dipped into the bowl.
Outdoor Forest(F32), 4:30pm
If you saw him in the cafeteria, it's clear he didn't sleep long, considering he's up here now. He's wrapped up in his cloak, standing before a fire. It's a small fire, kindled by whatever he could find; the remnants of a few odd pieces of wood from wherever are visible at the edges of the flame.
He's got that letter out again, and he reads it over and over, mouth moving subtly, but not actually forming the words on the page.
Eventually, he reaches out his hand, and drops the letter into the fire.
Then Enoch kneels, his head bowed and hands clasped, and prays with the intent of being heard for the second time in the tower, for the third time since leaving Earth.
Lord, if you can hear me, if you are alive to hear me, if you have any hold over this world, please see Dax's soul to its rightful place, be it with his ancestors or on to reincarnation, or...elsewhere. If demons should have claim to it, please try to wrest it from them. I am ever your faithful servant. Please answer me, if you can. Please...
He doesn't realize he's shaking and crying until he comes out of this state, and he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, sitting down to watch the flames dance, his face blank and eyes at the meeting point of exhaustion, fear, sorrow, and anger.
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Unless Enoch was referring to something else.
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He looked down at the bench beside him and back up at Lucifel.
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Lucifel looked at Enoch, then the empty space next to the scribe, then back at him. Did he want him to take a seat or was he just looking?
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"For an hour...it seemed as if everything would be fine..."
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Lucifel just watched Enoch in silence. It looks like he has to accept that he has to support him by comforting the scribe... this is going to be troublesome for him to learn how to handle this.
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When Lucifel didn't respond, Enoch raised his head to look at him. Not as if expecting a response, just looking to see if there was...
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"... Say Enoch, if it's just our souls being here, doesn't the same go for those leading this place?"
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"We are outsiders. They are native."
He wasn't losing (more) hope, or giving up. He was only still grieving.
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Who knew, maybe the soul of Dax was locked up somewhere. It's just a theory at the moment but with what had been revealed in the last few days he wouldn't be surprised if that really is the case.
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A thousand years...it seems impossible, in a way. Their world had barely lived to half that...
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"She must be immortal or have several bodies in storage, otherwise I can't imagine a mere human to live such a long life, special powers or not." Or received some kind of blessing. After all the only human that comes close to that age that he knows about is related to Enoch. Well, so they tell other humans in the books.
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...if he could stand to hear his voice so soon after his death, that is. Enoch stared down at his hands tightly clasped in his lap. "Some worlds...they're very different. Different in ways I thought weren't possible."
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...Well, they'd already seen it. If the person was already dead.
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People would find a way if they really wanted to.
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And Enoch is stubborn. If everything they've said is false then nobody made any progress at all until Dax showed them things.
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Even if it should prove to be false it was only better to consider everything instead of only trust the words of those who held them captive in this world.
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"...Let's try the sauna anyway."
It would seem strange, after all, if he'd made that suggestion on camera and then they came out of there completely sweat-free.
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"... Sure."
It's not like he had anything better to do. That and it would appear more authentic.
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It's a welcome distraction, at least...
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