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

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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...

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"These...they're all I have left of the peace I had in Meridian. I don't want to forget it."

Enoch hugged the books a little, another moment of tension, but it passed quickly enough as he watched the rain fall. He was out of danger, so rain had resumed its rightful place as the symbol of life and promised prosperity.

The archangel watched him and made the umbrella in his hand spin a little, the water drops were flying through every direction.

Enoch smiled a little at that idle motion, drifting a little closer to Lucifel under the umbrella's cover.

The rain wouldn't be so bad if it didn't come in flood-likely manners... It can't be helped.

Enoch doesn't mind the rain. Not when it's so vital to life. And now that he's saved what he could, it's peaceful just being sheltered from it here with his guardian, watching it come down around them.

There was something Lucifel had formed an opinion on not so much later after he had discovered that his body was made of flesh and not his astral one.

Weather and seasons could be a pain.

While yes, he understood the reason He has created them for, however, he had never experienced them.

If he kept wandering through the tower like this without water and not resting then things won't look good for him...

Dry heat, Enoch could live with, and gladly. It was like home. Humid heat, however...

His steps were slow, his gait tight as he dragged himself towards his room. His hand fumbled with the heated handle before pushing it open and staggering in a bit, trying to wipe sweat from his brow with a sweaty arm, obviously not really succeeding.

Lucifel may have caught sight of him going in, but he wasn't in a position to notice much else at the moment.

There is no such thing as luck for Lucifel in this season as it seems. Then again, he just hated the heat at the time being. Everything was so much easier when he had his actual body and not this flesh shell of a body. This place didn't even allow him to summon water or food.

The archangel hated to admit it, but... he needs the scribe's help. But only this once. That man grew up living in the desert after all.

Soon he ended up by the door of the other. "Enoch..."

Enoch turned at the sound of that voice, his hand reaching for the handle to close the door.

"Lucifel...come inside."

The poor thing...he couldn't have any food or water stores of his own, could he? He only had one juice box to spare, but he hoped the water would return soon.

He won't admit it aloud but he is glad to escape the heat. The archangel hasn't known that he could hate something like heat and having a body like this so much. When Enoch allowed him to enter Lucifel hurries inside and takes the time to look around.

"I hope such weather changes heat aren't the norm."

"Not like this..."

Well, the room wasn't any cooler, but... Enoch made his way to his trunk, his awkward gait pointing to the beginnings of sweat chafing, and pushed it open quickly, his hands jerking back from the hot metal as soon as they could. He pulled out two little plastic juice boxes and a sealed packet of beef jerky, and offered the juice box to Lucifel.

"Here...it's from Meridian so it won't taste the way it should, but it's something."

If Lucifel took it and drank it, it would taste like chocolate. In the meantime, Enoch closed the door and retreated to his bed to undress. This sort of heat was nothing like desert heat. He didn't like it one bit.

"How nice." He said and slowly slid down on the ground, making a hand fan appear. That small breeze felt oh so good in this terrible heat. The archangel took the juice box from him with his free hand. He didn't care as long as it was something to drink.

"Thanks..."

Although the sweet drink would make him even thirstier. At least he felt nice enough to fan the scribe in return for letting him inside and giving him something to drink.

It may make him feel thirstier, but it was hydration when actual water wasn't around. It could save his life.

Enoch smiled a little at the cool breeze from Lucifel's fan, flopping back on the bed after sliding his jeans off and staring at the ceiling, his hands working at the packet of jerky without so much as a glance from him.

His hands were sweaty, and it was hard to get a good grip on the plastic. But eventually he did manage to get it open and he promptly counted out half the jerky pieces and offered them to Lucifel without moving anything but his arm.

It was a little like the sauna's heat, but ten times worse...

Anything was better than dehydration. He works on opening the box quickly to get the fluid into his system.

Enoch should enjoy the breeze as long as he could, a few moments later he uses the fan on himself again. Until the jerky was offered to him. The archangel puts the juice boy away and takes the food offered to him, chewing on one piece then.

The jerky would be pretty bitter - it would taste like unprepared acorns - but it was food and there hadn't been any in the cafeteria for three days now. Enoch himself was chewing his own resolutely, ignoring the taste. He'd had experience in eating bad-tasting things for survival, after all. After he swallowed a bite, he glanced over at Lucifel.

"Can I ask you to make one of those for me?" The fan sounded like a very good idea now. Though who knew how long before the simple exertion of moving his hand to fan himself would prove too uncomfortable for such a small breeze?

As soon as the taste lingered on his tongue Lucifel grimaced. It didn't taste as bad as the oatmeal, but it still wasn't that good a taste. He would just have to swallow it and try to ignore the taste.

"Nnn, one moment." He spoke as he tried to rip a piece of the jerky of with his teeth. Holding the dried meat between his teeth the archangel lifted his now free hand to get Enoch the fan he had requested.

"Thank you." Enoch leaves the fan aside for now, focused on getting some more food in his system.

"I'm sorry for the taste. It's from Meridian as well, so I had no idea what it would taste like until now."

At least Enoch was the one with the juice box that tasted of pure sugar instead of Lucifel...

"You're welcome." With that he quickly fans himself again and takes a sip of his juice. he probably looks a bit messy and ungraceful like this, but in all honesty, Lucifel couldn't care less.

"As long as I don't end up poisoned it's acceptable."

"It only tastes like that. It's still what it looks like, in essence..." Another sip of juice. He probably shouldn't talk too much.

Lucifel, at least, shouldn't have to worry about what he looks like in front of Enoch. After all, it seems Enoch doesn't care much about how he appears to Lucifel.

"Interesting." He mumbled while he tried to get the jerky to soften, so it would be easier to chew.

The archangel would always care about his appearance, that is a fact of life. The scribe might not care and that's okay to him. Lucifel had an image to lose, maybe not in front of Enoch but in front of himself, it's a personal issue.

"I'd look for Sola, but..."

The heat. As much as he loves the jeans Lucifel gave him, he just can't stand to wear anything right now...

"You got something there in your hair, Enoch." Lucifel says with a chuckled as he appeared behind the scribe. Until now Lucifel had been able to avoid the tornadoes the best he could.

Enoch started, of course, at the sudden voice behind him, but he knew Lucifel's voice and presence well. He relaxed and smiled over his shoulder at his guardian, running his hand through his hair to dislodge the leaves.

"I'm glad to see you're looking well, Lucifel."

He didn't know if he'd managed to get food or not, after all.

"There is one at the back of your head." Lucifel points at the spot. And another spot. And yet another spot. There were quite a lot of leafs in the scribe's hair. "Have you thrown yourself in a pile of leafs or do they have another origin?"

Food is a different matter. While he has managed not to get hurt, he hasn't really managed to fill his stomach. But the archangel tried not to think of it.

"Someone as observant as you can't fail to see they're falling from nowhere," Enoch said with an amused little smile as he tried to brush the leaves he pointed out away.

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