Enoch (
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towerofanimus2013-04-20 06:32 pm
Plenty of things to catch up on
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.
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
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
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
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.

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*Enoch knelt down then, to watch Yotsuba from her level.* Now, raise your arm like you're about to throw something, but don't let go of the sling.
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Okay! Yotsuba will!
[While she had to fight the urge to fully complete the throw, Yotsuba did as she was told, raising her arm like she was about to throw something, without letting go of the sling.]
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*He takes her arm and moves it slowly to demonstrate, having it end up where it started, and then guides it forward to throw.* ...But faster. And when you move your arm forward, you move your thumb away while flicking your wrist forward like you were throwing from your hand. Want to try it?
*He will just...inch back so he doesn't get smacked in the face with the thing.*
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Yeah! Yotsuba does!
[..Hopefully Enoch let go of her arm too. If he didn't, she'll try her best to wiggle free before trying an actual throw. While she followed all the steps through quickly, she moved her arm a bit too low as she was flinging, and the sling smacked on her leg as it came down.]
Ow!
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[And she proceeded to throw the sling again, making sure that it didn't hit her leg this time! She..couldn't help but laugh a little.]
This is fun!~
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Okay! Yotsuba will!
[So, putting a sling into the cradle, Yotsuba held it up like she was about to throw it and gave the sling two good spins. As she did so, she looked rather surprised.]
Oh! It's staying in! Hyyah!
[As she finished the throw and released the bullet, the stone flew out and hit the wall on the left side. It didn't break any boards, but there was a bit of a dent.]
I did it!
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[..Which wasn't something that was going to happen in one day, but Yotsuba could dream. Yotsuba looked in her sling pouch to see how many stones she had, but quickly gave up counting when she couldn't count higher than ten.
Quickly, she loaded up another stone and threw it down..but found that that one, while going far, crashed into the floor.]
Huh..?
[She repeated the throw with the same result, which frustrated her a little bit and made her glare at the stones, but on the third throw, she found that turning her wrist would send the stone sideways and into the wall. Again, while nothing broke, a small dent was formed, and while she built up momentum for her fourth throw, she called out to Enoch!]
Enoch! Turning your arm helps!
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[At least, not to injure people. Daddy got mad whenever something like that happened, and she wasn't inclined to do it much in the first place. With that, she would release her fourth throw, sending it into the right wall. Again, another dent, but nothing broke.]
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*She had to get completely comfortable with the throw itself, after all, before they would go test it out on living things - animals, not monsters, hopefully.*
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[It would be hard to convince Yotsuba to actually attack animals though, since she really did love animals. Cows were her favorite, but she loved them all.
She kept on slinging stones into the walls-sometimes to the left, and sometimes to the right, making dents everywhere. She even tried to make a few dents in the roof with her last few stones, but failed miserably. When her pouch was empty, she turned to Enoch, smiling.]
Yotsuba's done! That was fun!
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All right, let's collect your stones and rest for a bit.
*Didn't want her to overwork herself, after all.*
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It's alright! I'm not tired!
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If you don't rest, your arm will be sore and hard to move.
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I understand a little..but what's sore?
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[Even though her share was small, lugging around the moving boxes still made her arms hurt.]
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*Maybe there was something suitable to sit on... The floor would do if need be, but...*
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[Yotsuba would be perfectly fine with the floor. After all, there probably wasn't going to be any cushions or chairs in a hallway like this.]