Behold the summer and the winter, how the whole earth is filled with water

[warriorscribe]

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...

Comments

[scentofmakai]

"That's pretty good, actually, considering."

Zett didn't keep food stores, so he hunted almost every day. Animals were not in plentiful supply now.

[warriorscribe]

"Yes...not everyone had food that was protected..."

He would have shared it with the children, but he hadn't encountered anyone but Taiki. And Taiki not only wasn't human, but had some help already.

"...I wish I'd had enough to share with everyone. I barely had enough to share with only one other."

[scentofmakai]

"You can't save everybody, you know." Zett sighs. "You did the best you could and that's going to have to be enough."

Zett hadn't gotten to that point after all.

[warriorscribe]

"I know..."

So many situations where there was, simply, nothing to be done...

They'd made their way to the by now white-blanketed garden island. Enoch took in the sight of it from beneath his hood, shivering in his wet cloak.

"...Might something be dry here?"

He doubted there was any dry kindling here. But walking to find it was worth some warmth...

[scentofmakai]

"If we could scrape some of the bark off something, that would be good enough... Even a twig would be something I could work with."

It wouldn't start a big fire but it'd be something. He kind of wished he had Lucifer's talent for fire, though.

[warriorscribe]

If his Arch worked on this floor, he'd have used that... As it was, he made his way through the snow, even more slowly with the level having canceled his powers, forcing him to wade through it in his sandals.

He looked up at a tree, hands on the frozen-over bark...

[scentofmakai]

"Hang on, I'll get it." Zett made his way to the tree as well and dug his fingers in. With a slight grunt, he pulled off a large chunk of frozen bark.

He was, after all, one of the more powerful demons in Makai. Even hungry and tired, a tree was no match for him. And there was precious dry timber underneath.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch didn't have such strength on this floor - he'd have used his Arch if powers weren't nullified.

Enoch reached in after him to try to pull more away, his numb fingers slipping off it instead. The more they could get now, he reasoned, the later they'd have to go back for more...

[scentofmakai]

"...think it'd be a bad idea to set the whole tree on fire?"

Yes Zett, yes it would.

[warriorscribe]

"...We'd set the entire floor on fire."

Yes. It's a very bad idea.

[scentofmakai]

He shrugs. "We'd be warm."

[warriorscribe]

"We could be killed. We'll destroy the floor. It isn't a good idea by any means."

[scentofmakai]

"I was joking..."

Zett thinks Enoch's great and all but he's too serious sometimes.

[warriorscribe]

He's too cold for joking around...

Enoch sighs mist and tucks his arms back in beneath his damp cloak. It's probably going to have a layer of ice on it instead soon enough...

"If you have a means to cut that free, I'd appreciate it..." Otherwise he's dragging Zett along to see if there's anything else that could be burned.

[scentofmakai]

"We could bring it onto a powers floor and I could melt it?"

[warriorscribe]

....The entire tree? Enoch looks at the spot of exposed dry wood.

"...If we can cut it to bring it there."

[scentofmakai]

Well, the broken-off part wouldn't be good enough.

"Don't suppose you've got a sword..."

[warriorscribe]

"Not a mundane one..."

The Arch was kind of a sword, but it was supernatural...

[scentofmakai]

Zett held up his hands. "No claws like this either. What're we going to do?"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch had to think for a moment, huddling against himself in the cold. "...Can your lightning set wood on fire even through wetness? We could try gathering loose wood and taking it somewhere else..."

Asking someone to use electric powers in a place that is mostly metal doesn't sound like a particularly good idea. And they'd need to find dry ground, too. The tower was getting covered in snow inside and out...

[scentofmakai]

"Could give it a try, I guess." It wasn't as if Zett had much better to do right now - and his electricity was pretty darn strong, as demons' powers went. "Easier than taking down the tree."

[warriorscribe]

"All right. Let's find something we could use..."

And Enoch starts wading slowly through the snow, looking for branches that were severed by lightning strikes, or torn off by tornadoes, or have snapped under the weight of snow.

[scentofmakai]

Meanwhile, Zett will just take a different tack. After scrambling up the tree, he treads out onto one branch, which promptly snaps under his weight.

"Got one."

[warriorscribe]

"...Dead wood burns more easily. Let's...try to find some more on the ground."

And get down from there before you get hurt, he wants to add, watching Zett on the cracked branch. He may be a demon but he's a kid too.

[scentofmakai]

"Okay, okay." Yes, Mom.

Zett climbs down more carefully before joining in the search for fallen branches.