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]

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.

[warriorscribe]

Not even demon kids were spared papa mode. Given all the extreme weather over the week, it wasn't so hard to find branches that were fallen.

Provided one didn't stub one's toe on ones buried beneath the snow. A few sharp hisses of pain accompanied moments like those, but every time, Enoch dug up the offending branch.

When they had a decent amount, Enoch turned to Zett.

"Let's...find some drier ground, if there is any..."

Now this was the hard part...

[scentofmakai]

"How are we going to do that?"

There was snow literally everywhere.

[warriorscribe]

"Honestly, I have no idea."

But they had to at least try...

"But if we don't at least look..."

[scentofmakai]

"I know." Zett let out a sigh. "I'll let you lead the way, since you're the older and wiser one."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch glanced over at Zett at that, but made no remark. He kind of knew already their search would be futile. But what if it wasn't? This is, after all, the man that searched for something he was repeatedly told didn't exist for a hundred years before finding solid proof.

So it would be a long trek for nothing. Sorry, Zett.

[scentofmakai]

After a while with no sight of dry land, Zett would start to complain. "My legs hurt. Do you have any other ideas?"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch sighed and clutched their bundle of timber closer.

"We could see if the inside of any of the boxes on that level filled with them are dry enough inside..."

[scentofmakai]

"Don't boxes like that get soaked through pretty easy, Uncle Enoch?"

[warriorscribe]

It takes Enoch a moment to reply. Did he just get called 'uncle'?

"They're metal... if any of them happen to be stored upside down..."

Either way, it's going to be a long walk to that floor, without the use of that elevator...

[scentofmakai]

"It's worth a shot." Some of the spring comes back into Zett's step now that his hope is restored. "If I were feeling stronger I'd carry you, but I'm a little worn out, sorry."