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towerofanimus2013-03-17 07:52 pm
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Behold the summer and the winter, how the whole earth is filled with water
Characters: Enoch and anyone; people are free and encouraged to make multiple threads for multiple prompts of course!
Setting: Various places, just about anywhere in the tower otherwise
Format: I'm starting in prose but it doesn't matter.
Summary: Like A Lion catch-all event post
Warnings: Er...one prompt involves nudity? That's the only warning I can think of for now.
Spring
Enoch wakes to the sensation of water droplets on his skin. No sooner has he gotten to his feet and grabbed his Arch than it's a downpour, soaking his hair and jeans. His summoned armor protects his sandals from the water's wear, but he's confused about these developments, to say the least. Rain isn't necessarily a bad thing, to him, after all. ...But that's when he notices the water flowing over his trunk is also flowing into it.
"No!" He runs to it and flings it open, hurriedly gathering three books out of them - one of them is soggy by now and a distressed little whine sticks in his throat as it slips from his hand. He clutches the two remaining books to his stomach with one arm and slams the lid shut with the other, rushing out of the room.
He can be found running along the dormitory floors, still hunched protectively over his books. Or, after they've been put away somewere safe, somehow, he can be found elsewhere, seeming unperturbed by the rain itself, standing on a stretch of staircase and letting the water flow past his feet.
Summer
In the dry heat, Enoch seems to thrive. He lays out his cloak and the leggings he'd made in October flat on top of the trunk or the floor below to dry, and grabs one of the juice boxes, thankfully plastic instead of cardboard, left over from December's food basket, and sets off. He can be found in the sewing room, cutting a portion off a large stretch of violet fabric. When he's separated it, he does some work on it to make ties and wraps, and eventually has a short headscarf that he quickly puts on and leaves the floor, finally poking the straw into and sipping that juice box he'd taken with him. He's a little shaky from hunger, but...he's not starving, at least, not as bad as it was when he'd first come here.
After this, he can be found moving around somewhat sparingly with his new scarf, working beautifully at keeping sweat out of his eyes, though it isn't long before he removes it and uses the Arch to cut a large portion of it off, rendering it a headband instead. He seems to be doing just fine, overall, or to at least not be panicking or upset.
Until the humid heat starts coming in, at which point he is nowhere in the tower's levels to be found. Those who want to seek him out during this time will find him in his own room, lying naked on his bed, the fitted sheet beneath him having accumulated a fairly large sweatstain beneath him. He has the sheet nearby to cover himself if someone is offended by his current state of undress, but he's not going to touch it if he doesn't have to. If he notices he's stopped sweating, he'll take a few sips of the juice box, probably a different one than the one he had before at this point. He grimaces a bit after, but hydration is hydration.
And then the thunderstorm starts. Enoch sits upright at the rain, holding his hands out to catch it. He manages a few sips before his position, elevated and near the room's metal wall, works against him, and an arc from a lightning strike that hits it arcs straight to his arm. There's a sharp cry from inside room 3-18 and anyone who investigates will see Enoch has tumbled off his bed, for the moment paralyzed and in pain. But eventually the paralysis ends and he staggers to his feet, grabbing his jeans from the floor and hurriedly putting them on. He has never been happier for his superhuman endurance.
He can then be found out and about again, keeping away from the walls and letting the rain cool him as well as it will.
Autumn
Enoch has a few leaves in his hair as he wanders the tower to keep his mind off his hunger. He'd run out of the beef jerky from the December food basket three days in, and it was now the fourth. He's a little unsteady on his feet sometimes, but the weather seems to be doing him good. He'll be strained, but pleasant in conversation, and will attempt to try to help with hunting now that the weather seems calmer.
Until it isn't so calm anymore. Enoch can be found leaping off staircases to avoid tornadoes, or diving behind or under things that are bolted down. If anyone needs any help with the tornadoes, though, he's there to help!
Winter
Enoch is shivering when he wakes up. He summons his armor for whatever insulation it can provide and pulls his Arch from the snow, kneeling at his trunk to open it and take out the cloak he'd dried in the first day of summer. It isn't so dry now, but it will warm at his body heat at least. He's still shivering as he leaves the room, seeking out the company of others. Surely, there is a gathering of people somewhere...
Setting: Various places, just about anywhere in the tower otherwise
Format: I'm starting in prose but it doesn't matter.
Summary: Like A Lion catch-all event post
Warnings: Er...one prompt involves nudity? That's the only warning I can think of for now.
Spring
Enoch wakes to the sensation of water droplets on his skin. No sooner has he gotten to his feet and grabbed his Arch than it's a downpour, soaking his hair and jeans. His summoned armor protects his sandals from the water's wear, but he's confused about these developments, to say the least. Rain isn't necessarily a bad thing, to him, after all. ...But that's when he notices the water flowing over his trunk is also flowing into it.
"No!" He runs to it and flings it open, hurriedly gathering three books out of them - one of them is soggy by now and a distressed little whine sticks in his throat as it slips from his hand. He clutches the two remaining books to his stomach with one arm and slams the lid shut with the other, rushing out of the room.
He can be found running along the dormitory floors, still hunched protectively over his books. Or, after they've been put away somewere safe, somehow, he can be found elsewhere, seeming unperturbed by the rain itself, standing on a stretch of staircase and letting the water flow past his feet.
Summer
In the dry heat, Enoch seems to thrive. He lays out his cloak and the leggings he'd made in October flat on top of the trunk or the floor below to dry, and grabs one of the juice boxes, thankfully plastic instead of cardboard, left over from December's food basket, and sets off. He can be found in the sewing room, cutting a portion off a large stretch of violet fabric. When he's separated it, he does some work on it to make ties and wraps, and eventually has a short headscarf that he quickly puts on and leaves the floor, finally poking the straw into and sipping that juice box he'd taken with him. He's a little shaky from hunger, but...he's not starving, at least, not as bad as it was when he'd first come here.
After this, he can be found moving around somewhat sparingly with his new scarf, working beautifully at keeping sweat out of his eyes, though it isn't long before he removes it and uses the Arch to cut a large portion of it off, rendering it a headband instead. He seems to be doing just fine, overall, or to at least not be panicking or upset.
Until the humid heat starts coming in, at which point he is nowhere in the tower's levels to be found. Those who want to seek him out during this time will find him in his own room, lying naked on his bed, the fitted sheet beneath him having accumulated a fairly large sweatstain beneath him. He has the sheet nearby to cover himself if someone is offended by his current state of undress, but he's not going to touch it if he doesn't have to. If he notices he's stopped sweating, he'll take a few sips of the juice box, probably a different one than the one he had before at this point. He grimaces a bit after, but hydration is hydration.
And then the thunderstorm starts. Enoch sits upright at the rain, holding his hands out to catch it. He manages a few sips before his position, elevated and near the room's metal wall, works against him, and an arc from a lightning strike that hits it arcs straight to his arm. There's a sharp cry from inside room 3-18 and anyone who investigates will see Enoch has tumbled off his bed, for the moment paralyzed and in pain. But eventually the paralysis ends and he staggers to his feet, grabbing his jeans from the floor and hurriedly putting them on. He has never been happier for his superhuman endurance.
He can then be found out and about again, keeping away from the walls and letting the rain cool him as well as it will.
Autumn
Enoch has a few leaves in his hair as he wanders the tower to keep his mind off his hunger. He'd run out of the beef jerky from the December food basket three days in, and it was now the fourth. He's a little unsteady on his feet sometimes, but the weather seems to be doing him good. He'll be strained, but pleasant in conversation, and will attempt to try to help with hunting now that the weather seems calmer.
Until it isn't so calm anymore. Enoch can be found leaping off staircases to avoid tornadoes, or diving behind or under things that are bolted down. If anyone needs any help with the tornadoes, though, he's there to help!
Winter
Enoch is shivering when he wakes up. He summons his armor for whatever insulation it can provide and pulls his Arch from the snow, kneeling at his trunk to open it and take out the cloak he'd dried in the first day of summer. It isn't so dry now, but it will warm at his body heat at least. He's still shivering as he leaves the room, seeking out the company of others. Surely, there is a gathering of people somewhere...

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Enoch gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "Don't forget, we're the good guys, too...most of us. Somehow, we'll all find our way out of this."
...And here I thought this would be a sweet thread..
"It's good that most of us are the good guys..and that Zo is still good..but..is my Daddy..dead?"
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"...It's hard to explain, little one. But know that he's still waiting to be rescued, in some way. I'm sure Zo will find him someday."
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"But..if Earth is destroyed..then Zo can't find him alive without a spa..space suite."
..For people who knew what Yotsuba was talking about, they would be able to guess what she was talking about. However..that might be a bit difficult for Enoch.
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The truth was important. But he just wouldn't be a good father without knowing that it had to be stretched thin for kids at times.
"Do you have someone here to take care of you in the meantime?"
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And, with that, Yotsuba brightened up a little bit and smiled.
"Edgeworth and Diarmuid and Red help me out! But..Yotsuba needs to learn how to de..defend myself."
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"I can teach you how to use a sling, Yotsuba."
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"Yes! I'm Yotsuba! And..what's a sling?"
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He'd gladly take her down to the workshop this moment...if all the materials wouldn't be soggy and hard to get through...
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However, first, her manners. Daddy would be mad if she forgot.
"It's nice to meet you, Enoch. And a sling could help!"
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It was nostalgic in that painful way. It was something he'd done with quite a few of his sons (and daughters, should they ask, however much it tended to annoy the other members of that family).
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"Okay then! That's a..deal then!"
It had taken her a moment to recall the word, but she had gotten it.
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"Come to me whenever you're ready. Do you know how to write? One of the first things I do is check my mail."
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"I know how to write..but are there mailman here?!"
Someone hadn't been very high in the Tower.
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"I'll be fine! It'll be fun!~"
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"Alright!"
Happily, Yotsuba took Enoch's hand and waited for him to start walking. She would follow along. After all, that was how it always went back home.
Why did I even bother with the dice?
A Ramp emerged from the shadows of a leafy plant, and Enoch let go of Yotsuba's hand to rush it. He could and would fight them with his bare hands, even if they no longer had any divine capabilities on this floor. It took more effort than he thought to defeat it, but he was at least able to keep it from fighting back too much. Its long claws had raked his arm, near his elbow, but the scratch wasn't very deep.
A hand over the wound, Enoch stood and carefully scanned their surroundings for more monsters before making his way back to Yotsuba. If there was vileness in their claws, he couldn't feel it. He'd purify the wound the moment they were off the floor to be safe.
Because old habits are hard to break?
Yotsuba, having met monsters before, knew that they were dangerous, so when Enoch let go of her hand and rushed at it, she tried to hide behind a nearby plant so that it wouldn't see her.
When she heard Enoch walking back, she got out from behind the plant and walked toward him, noticing that his hand was covering up his arm.
"Are you okay?"
Because a long walk undisturbed is too convenient to not be earned XD
Enoch led Yotsuba towards the stairs again without offering his hand. The moment his armor reappeared as they teleported to the next floor, it vanished, and Yotsuba might catch the hand covering the scratch glowing a faint white-green before his armor reappeared. He hadn't felt vileness, but he wasn't taking any chances.
He offered his hand to Yotsuba again, smiling down at her, a little strained. This tower...
That too. xD; Earn your long peaceful walks.
Yotusba smiled a little at that, and she followed Enoch onto the stairs again. However, as they teleported onto the next floor, Yotsuba noticed that the white clothing he was wearing vanished..and she saw the green light before it reappeared.
While this didn't scare her or prevent her from taking Enoch's hand or returning the smile, it did fill her up with questions.
"Why did your clothing di..disappear like that?! And what was that glowing? Magic?!"
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Shaky start aside, their walk seemed to be more or less uneventful so far otherwise.
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"So you're a magician?! And what's..Heaven?"
Have fun with that one, Enoch.
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"Heaven is God's domain, where He lives with all the angels."
Maybe she knew about one of those; best to try.
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