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towerofanimus2013-03-17 07:52 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in 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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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.
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The heat. As much as he loves the jeans Lucifel gave him, he just can't stand to wear anything right now...
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"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.
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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.
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"This weather is nice, the tornadoes aside..."
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"It's not so bad." There could be better weather than this.
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He is teasing you whether you like it or not. Don't mind him, he's just glad to be out and about after spending all of the previous day lying in bed in the unbearable heat. He may not be well fed, but he's hydrated and comfortable, so he has plenty of energy after all that.
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Lucifel too was glad that he could walk around again without the heat forcing him to look for shaded and cool places.
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"...Is there something wrong, Lucifel?"
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Well, there are a few things that could be wrong. Enoch's assumption had been based on his simply being used to Lucifel not eating or sleeping, as was the immediately playful retort before he realized something else had to be wrong.
"Have you been able to find food?" Lambda had shared some of her candy with him, but...candy wasn't very filling, or appetizing, considering his other encounters with the stuff.
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Lucifel placed a hand on his stomach. Hunger of this extend has been something he hasn't known all his life. "Is this what starving feels like?"
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He felt bad for Lucifel's discomfort, but he knew this was an opportunity to learn for him - he'd had to ask, after all.
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But he intended to help Lucifel find food, at least. Which is why there was a little bit of pressure on his shoulder to encourage him to come along. The very top floor below the dorms had probably been picked clean, but what about the other forest floor?
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That made sense. Lucifel looked up at Enoch. Physical contact still felt odd to him... but not as odd as it had in the beginning.
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"... I will never get used to it."
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