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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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Enoch carried Yotsuba out onto the steps, the circus below the spiral down ongoing despite the pouring rain.
And then he hopped off the staircase, holding Yotsuba tightly. About halfway down, their fall was interrupted - Enoch had made another short hop, off the air itself. It broke their fall enough for Enoch to land unharmed, the landing forcing him to his knees since he couldn't roll with the girl in his arms, but they were on the floor next to the staircase.
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However, when he jumped into the air, her eyes went wide in awe, and her smile grew. She was hopping in the air even higher than a kangaroo! While she wasn't sure how Enoch jumped off the air itself, it didn't make it any less fun, and she couldn't help but laugh ad Enoch landed on his knees.
"That was super cool! We just went..boing! We were higher than kangaroos! How did you jump off the air?! And can we do that again?!"
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"But as for that jump, it's another result of my blessing."
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"Ah, okay then! Yotsuba understands! But I'll have to come back and swim later! Maybe there's some nice fish there!"
If there was one thing Yotsuba was good at, it was swimming. She even surpassed adults in skill sometimes.
"Oh! Okay then! That makes sense!"
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He began to lead her down the staircase, past the scuba gear provided (not that he knew what it was. Below that was, as promised, the mail room.
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Yotsuba followed Enoch down the staircase, and when she saw the scuba gear, she couldn't help but point it out. She had seen it a few times back when she had been with Koiwai's Grandmother.
"Oh! Swimming gear!"
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"That's for swimming?"
He had wondered, but there had been nobody to ask, and he couldn't tell by examining it. (and didn't want to examine it too much anyway because it could have been a trap.
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"They are! Grandma said that they help you breath!"
Not that she had ever used scuba equipment though.
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Oh well, they should move on. The mailroom floor was just below them. Other than a bloodstain and scorch marks where it seemed a Creeper had exploded on one of the unfortunate worker units (currently being cleaned up by its survivors), it seemed peaceful.
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"Yup!"
If Yotsuba ever learned that Enoch didn't know how to swim, she would try to teach him, but, for now, she kept quiet about that as they walked into the mailroom. While, for the most part, it was peaceful, Yotsuba saw the scorch marks and the bloodstain.
"What happened? Did someone burn themselves?"
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Hopefully, that battle is over, but he won't give Yotsuba cause to worry. Instead he'll just take her to get her own mailbox!
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And it would probably be best that Enoch didn't ask about that. However, she would let Enoch take her over to get her mailbox-which had the uncreative but memorable numbers of 1234.
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"You've-... Of course, in a place like this..."
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"What's wrong?"
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"It's okay! It was scary..but as long as the bad people don't find Yotsuba again, and as long as I don't die, Daddy will be able to find me when he comes here, and people won't worry!"