Plenty of things to catch up on

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and Yotsuba; Enoch and Lucifel; Enoch and Tohko; Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floors 15 and 32, Apr 10 or 11(Yotsuba); Floor 48, Apr 18(Lucifel); Floor 81, Apr 20(Tohko); Floor 11, Apr 21(open)
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: A catch-all for promised closed logs, and an open prompt for bugging him if you want.
Warnings: There is a retrieval unit hanging around in the last prompt. Don't attack it unless you want to die. Also buried alive in the Lucifel prompt. Also some mild spoilers for El Shaddai, but that's probably not noteworthy (quoting the prophecies of Ishtar if you're wondering).

Workshop(F15), Apr 10 or 11(Locked to sunflowerfairy)

Enoch had given Yotsuba instructions on where to meet, how to avoid monsters if she ran into any, and what not to touch along the way. Now, all that was left was waiting for her to show up. He sat on a workbench with patches of leather he was currently working into sling pouches. Two cloth waist pouches, one attached to a child-sized sash and one with just a tie for a belt loop, sat completed beside him, along with braided rope for the slings and cloth for grips that wouldn't agitate the child's hands as much.


Graveyard(F48), Apr 18(locked to brbtalkingtogod)

Enoch had been slacking again, between general discontent at working for Ruana, the pain of working in the graveyard and knowing every single grave represented someone stranded all alone on their worlds, and the chaos that had ensued with the modified people. In said chaos, he'd in fact forgotten about his job.

It was why he panicked when he woke inside a coffin again. After getting a bearing on where he was, frantically feeling the pine walls, it dawned on him. He doubted he'd be so lucky as to be rescued a second time, especially with the mess going on out there...

Strangely enough, this didn't scare him. It was quiet down here. He wondered if he was jaded, or just relieved to be away from the mess outside. Death wasn't going to be so bad if he could just run out of air in his sleep anyway. He had some choice words for Jason. Plenty of reasons to not be upset at this. His own calm unsettled him a little, but thinking of these reasons helped assuage that.

Of course, he didn't realize his luck hadn't yet run out, somehow.


Highest lounge(F81), Apr 20(Locked to tohko_amano)

Enoch had slipped a note under Tohko's door to let her know where to meet him. It was easy, an elevator stop, and Enoch didn't mind relaxing on the couches or looking at the stars or the world below while he waited. The relative quiet in the tower was a morose, somber one in the wake of everything. But it was quiet, and he wasn't going to complain about that.


Rainbow floor(F11), Apr 21(Open!)

Enoch had returned once again to this floor, to stare up at the sky from below the clouds. The stars were beautiful, but there was nothing like an ordinary, Earthly sky. Even if it was covered in fog. Rain fell lightly outside the tower, where he sat in the water with his legs hanging off the edge of the tower. He gazed up at the clouds as he shifted to pull something from his pocket: a small handful of bone fragments, glowing faintly green-white in the shade of the rain clouds outside. He took one between the fingers of his other hand, and a strong female voice spoke from it, her voice quiet:

"They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true."

And here were their overlords, afraid of the knowledge they had gained and could gain. It was ironic in a way...

He put that fragment back into his pocket and took another from his palm. Again, the voice of the long-dead Ishtar spoke.

"A prince appeared in The Darkness, hungry for the souls of people. He made a pact with the Fallen Angels and lent them his aid."

He wondered how the technology to measure and contain a soul was developed. Hopefully, it was not an ill-gotten gift like the Grigori brought with them in their descent. If something so wondrous was something the humans of this Earth had rightfully earned, it was wonderful. Scary, but wonderful. It was one of the things he had come to admire about his kind, after everything he had learned about Heaven's stance on it. Humanity could do anything, given the time and need for it.

He replaced that fragment in his pocket, and took one of the two remaining ones from his palm.

"The new world is connected to The Darkness. The souls of those who die fall into it. The people do not realize the dead do not ascend to Heaven. The Fallen Angels notice too late that people become denizens of The Darkness."

At least this foreboding tower wasn't like that. At least this one had indeed saved them from the fate of being bound to their world as a spirit... But he wondered if this world had anything like Heaven or The Darkness. What happened to a native soul here? Part of him wondered if he waited until nightfall, would he hear Dax from the phantoms? He hoped not...

There was one fragment left in his palm, and Enoch willed it to recite its prophecy.

"The Nephilim are the offspring of angels and humans. Neither angel or human, they are at first small and immortal."

It had nothing to do with the rest. But he'd found it in a portal that desecrated the beauty of the area it overlooked. The situation had been a bit like this one, after he'd come out of that portal, water rushing past him to spill off the side of the beautiful water-covered tower in Armaros's level...

Armaros... The thought of him didn't hurt so much anymore. It stung, but it wasn't crippling. He was here, in the phantoms, and there was a way to get him out, he knew it. There was a way to fix everything, somehow, if they waited. They were always improving their techniques; he recalled Dax saying they had reduced the number of people who slipped away...

Enoch closed his hand around the final fragment before slipping it into his pocket, as well. He took his Arch from his back so he could lie down and did so, shifting to the side with the weapon resting on his stomach, a hand protectively over it and the other arm tucked behind his head as he looked out at the rainy sky. A retrieval unit that had been patrolling the floor at random passed close. He'd figured it out; they always seemed to be where he was.

"I hope you like this floor, too," he said to it as it passed by. Naturally, it didn't respond. "I'll be here a while."

And he will - he'll be like this most of the day, either lying like this, or sitting up to listen to the prophecies again. His mission...they'd have that back, too. He just knew it.

Comments

F11

[alephbet]

When Aleph entered the floor and saw Enoch lying on the ground, he smiled a little, and moved to join him.

"I hope you're all right." He spoke quietly, though he didn't know if the retrieval unit could hear them or not. "It seems like few of us are."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch didn't rise when Aleph came to join him. At the very least, his body was relaxed, though that...meant relatively little.

"As well as I can be. It's...been a difficult time."

[alephbet]

"For everyone, I think."

Aleph sighed. "From here on out, I don't know what we're going to do."

[warriorscribe]

"We're going to survive, and keep going. We can't give up, when we've clearly left an impression."

What they'll do, exactly, depends on the opportunities they're given.

[alephbet]

"Of course we won't give up. We've dealt with worse enemies and won."

Some of them.

[crouching_sin]

Naoya walked down the stairs, stopping near Enoch. He could hear the fragments as well, and looked over at the retrieval unit. Whatever.

As the sound of the prophecy faded, Naoya spoke. "And for all of you sinners there shall be no salvation, but on you all shall abide a curse. But for the elect there shall be light and joy and peace, and they shall inherit the earth. And then there shall be bestowed upon the elect wisdom, and they shall all live and never again sin, either through ungodliness or through pride: but they who are wise shall be humble. And they shall not again transgress, nor shall they sin all the days of their life, nor shall they die of the divine anger or wrath, but they shall complete the number of the days of their life. And their lives shall be increased in peace, and the years of their joy shall be multiplied, in eternal gladness and peace, all the days of their life."

He was quiet for a few moments, before speaking again. "Sounds like what's planned for my world. It's not as nice as the author put it."

[warriorscribe]

"I'd say the immediate inclusion of a curse meant it wasn't nice at all."

So Enoch recognizes the flowing style of something transcribed from oral tradition, but has no idea where that came from. It figured, didn't it?

"The words of your world's tyrannical God?" His voice was divided between anger and sorrow at that combination of words, and he placed the last fragment in his pocket again, before leaning back.

[crouching_sin]

"True, but it's even worse than what's stated. There's no one who doesn't sin in some way."

He paused. "Well. Except for a very few." At the question though, he laughed.

"Not quite. Describing something God would do... but those are your words. At least in my world."

[warriorscribe]

"Mm..." Enoch sunk down again to look up at the flowers on the ceiling, Arch clasped to his stomach and his legs still dangling off the tower's edge.

"I took it to mean there would be no more reason to sin. No reason to kill, to steal, to swindle. No more reason for greed or jealousy."

He was quiet a moment, watching a sunflower bud sway in the breeze. "...It does sound like something I would say. Perhaps I did write, or will write one like that, without the curse."

He may seem a little strange after these events. Most times, these things leave him in need of consolation, but...there's a calm here, perhaps eerie, perhaps resolved.

[crouching_sin]

"Humans are the same, deep down. They're flawed. That's what makes them interesting. Making them perfect according to any sort of being's design would just be taking away what makes them human, and therefore unique."

He sat down near Enoch, just... looking tired. "I'm sick of this. I don't care what's done to me, but Asako..." He shook his head, and looked over at the retrieval unit again. "She hasn't dealt with long years of... horror, really. Not with things like those." He gestured towards the unit and then looked back at Enoch. "It's not just Abel I'm concerned about. I'm not sure how she can take much more of this. Someone like her doesn't deserve to go through this."

F81

[tohko_amano]

Tohko had gotten the note easily and quickly, so, after she had gotten ready for the day, she headed out, holding a photo album close to her stomach. It was precious to her, more precious than Konoha's stories, and..Tohko wanted Enoch to see it..and apologize. While it had been the Administrators fault..it was still terrible.

When she finally left the elevator and stepped out onto the floor, she waved a bit to Enoch, walking towards him. However, there wasn't even a mask of a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Enoch..are you alright?" She asked as she sat next to him, putting the album in her lap.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch glanced over at her and nodded. He had a weary smile on his face, himself, but it wasn't a mask.

"Are you?"

[tohko_amano]

Tohko sighed as she tried to think of the best way to reply. Usually words didn't fail her like this..but, then again, these were odd circumstances.

"I'm glad to hear that..but I could be doing a bit better. Enoch, I'm so sorry about what happened..I know I wasn't in my right mind at the time, but that doesn't change the fact that I tried to kill you or that I feel horrible about it. If there's any way I can make it up to you, please, let me know."

As she spoke, she gripped the album a bit harder, but she didn't cry. She had already done that earlier..and she usually tried to avoid crying if she could help it. She didn't want others to worry about her.

[warriorscribe]

"It's all right. We both know it wasn't your fault. If we must blame anyone, it is Jason."

He tried to sound and look reassuring. That battle had been one he'd never wanted to go through, but...

"...I didn't know you could use magic, though, Tohko. Was that Jason's work, too?"

[tohko_amano]

"That's true..but that doesn't change the fact that I tried to kill you. I'm just glad you're alright now..but if you want to talk, I'm always here."

She, in her right mind, never would have wanted to fight or try to kill Enoch..but Jason had risen to Ruana-like levels with this. However, at the question, Tohko..actually managed a small smile and lifted up her hand to show the ring that was on her right index finger.

"It wasn't. I made a friend awhile back, and when I learned he could use magic, I asked if he could teach me. He taught me how to use this ring and was so amazed with my enthusiasm that he let me keep it. I usually use it to make rain..but it can make lightning too, or both. I can't use it for long period though..it gets tiring after awhile."

F15, April 11th.

[sunflowerfairy]

When given instructions, Yotsuba was usually good about following them, so she had managed to make it up to the workshop without incident. Sure, she had run into a few monsters, but she had managed to hide if they passed by and run down.

When she ran into the workshop, she smiled and waved at Enoch before running to him.

"Good morning, Enoch!" Her eyes darted to the things beside him. She didn't know what they were, so she had to ask.

"What are these things? Things to help me throw stones?"

[warriorscribe]

"Good morning, Yotsuba." Enoch chuckled at her enthusiasm. "These are the parts to a sling." He set the almost completed pouch aside and picked up the two longer ropes, and picked up one of the cradles.

"Watch how I weave these through," he told her, weaving the ropes through the cradle like so and braiding the two on either end to make one rope, working it into a secure loop at either end, one loop much smaller than the other. "Do you think you could do that with the smaller one?"

[sunflowerfairy]

As Enoch picked up the two longer ropes, Yotsuba nodded before looking at him again.

"Oh, alright then.." She then grew quiet when Enoch told her to watch. When Daddy told her to watch something, he usually wanted her to pay attention and not mess up, so she watched carefully. At the question, she nodded, looking determined.

"I can! Yotsuba will try!"

Quickly, Yotsuba picked up two of the shorter ropes and one of the cradles and, slowly, started weaving it through. However, when she got to the braiding, she stopped, puzzled.

"How do you..twist them?"

/fudges specifics to avoid looking like an idiot

[warriorscribe]

Enoch smiled at how hard she was working. He was more than willing to reach over and guide her hands through the process of braiding the ropes into one another to make a loop at the end, and to secure it (and to secure the cradle in place, too).

It's alright! Sometimes, you have to do that.

[sunflowerfairy]

Yotsuba smiled as Enoch guided her hands through the braiding to make and secure one loop on the end. While she didn't know what the word braiding meant, she understood what to do now.

"Oh! Thank you! Yotsuba understands now!"

She then started to make a loop on the other end of the cradle.

"So, you put a rock in the middle..and then fling it at someone?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

That man... as helpful as he was towards other he easily got himself into trouble as well. This time he really could talk about luck, for Lucifel to have noticed his absence. It's the first time he had to get him out of a grave though.

"Honestly Enoch... what am I supposed to do with you?"

The archangel stood at the spot where the scribe was located at, tilting his head at it.

"I guess I could do it the old-fashioned way and dig you out with a shovel... but that would take too long."

So he would do it the best way possible. His way. Enoch will be out in an instant once he flicked with his fingers.

[warriorscribe]

By the time he was rescued, he'd been breathing shallowly, consciousness starting to fade. Then he was outside, and the first breath of fresh air was sharp, unexpected. He coughed on that breath and quickly gasped for more, self-preserving panic taking over now that there was actually air to breathe. He saw Lucifel's dark clothing and reached for him as he sat up, not having taken in the angel's doubtlessly exhausted state after teleporting him with dampened powers.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Lucifel has been feeling all right until a moment ago. But all of a sudden he felt... unwell and tired. This never happened to him before. There was nothing to worry about... he would be okay again in an instant.

"Welcome back En..."

And within the blink of an eye the archangel collapsed.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch caught his breath and grabbed hold of Lucifel's sleeve...only to have the angel fall on top of him. Enoch fell back as he tried to catch him properly, ending with his guardian's weight on top of him, sending them both rolling off the mound. After an attempt to clean his hands of the mud clinging to him in the heavy rainfall, he decided Lucifel wouldn't mind if any more of it got on him, they just had to find a place to hide from the modified!

He didn't think he could jump far enough on the bar floor, and the curtains on the floor below were definitely already hiding things...

...The surgical ward had plenty of rooms, and weren't always easy to get to. It was gruesome, but it could well be a hiding place. He lifted the angel in his arms and began making his slow way to the stairs, not wanting to harm him as he moved.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Back at home such a thing would have never happened to Lucifel, collapsing because he used his powers, and Enoch probably knows the best from all the people here aside from Raphael.

The archangel's breath was normal but it doesn't look like he will wake up anytime soon.