Glamour Failure

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Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[brbtalkingtogod]

I...

[It's the first time he is confronted with the fact that all life in this Tower and their worlds as well will end if they don't do something.

They can't start anew if they fail.]

...

[warriorscribe]

*It wasn't an answer, but Lucifel doesn't sound like he's handling the idea well. Not realizing Lucifel's mind was on a topic other than what he'd just said, he goes for that embrace again, trying to comfort his friend.*

No.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Even though the topic on his mind wasn't the same as the one Enoch spoke about, the topics weren't so far off. For the moment Lucifel was taken aback by the - to him - sudden embrace, as well as slightly confused by the other's words.]

...

[His hands soon rested on the scribes back, but he wasn't moving much aside from that.]

No?

[warriorscribe]

No. I wouldn't be happy if it were to end. Part of me does want it, badly, but...it's only a desire for the pain to end, isn't it? That can happen without leaving you. Without forsaking the worlds and everything that comes with them.

*They must look so strange, creatures of metal and shimmering film standing before the mirror this way.

But Enoch holds him anyway. These bodies aren't the ones they originally had, and no longer looked like them, but that didn't make them their bodies anyway.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Oh. You were referring to that.

[As long as they wouldn't end stuck on each other because something of their bodies decided to fail it would be okay. Even if Lucifel didn't understand himself right now.]

[warriorscribe]

*It speaks to just how much Enoch needs the contact, even calm as he is, and calm as he feels at the moment, that he doesn't even let go to ask his question.*

But if it wasn't what you were responding to...what was?

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Maybe he understood that much by now, but without realizing it.]

To your other question. If I understood how you felt by now.

[warriorscribe]

But that's what I thought-... *No matter. He just hugs Lucifel tighter.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Okay, apparently Enoch goes for less talking, more hugging. Well, right now hugging isn't that bad.]

[warriorscribe]

*And back rubs? Because what Lucifel had thought when he thought of Enoch's pain distressed him - and simply ensuring him he wouldn't be happy if he died hadn't been of comfort. Enoch had to wonder if Lucifel really did understand...and felt for him more than he'd ever let on.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[No comment regarding these. Except that it's a bit... strange. But that are most things to him.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch's hand on his back slowly came to a stop. He wasn't sure if Lucifel was just in shock from everything or if not everything was as he thought...*

Lucifel?

[brbtalkingtogod]

Yes Enoch?

[warriorscribe]

...What would your answer have been?

[brbtalkingtogod]

I don't know if I have an answer. It's not like I ever had to think of my existence ending before until now.

[warriorscribe]

*Oh. So he hadn't understood before, but...he was starting to realize what it was to have something so intrinsic altered.

Best he didn't experience any more of that at the tower's hands.

So there was another squeeze from him.* It won't happen. We won't fail.

[brbtalkingtogod]

... Failing is not an option, huh?

[Lucifel smiled at Enoch, appearing a bit more relaxed than a moment ago.]

[warriorscribe]

*Not that the smile was visible. But he did seem more relaxed in other ways, and Enoch pulled back from the hug, his hands on Lucifel's shoulders.*

No. It never was.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Did I make it sound like it was?

[warriorscribe]

No, no, not at all...

*Man, not being able to read faces was tripping both of them up, wasn't it?*

[brbtalkingtogod]

... It's certainly a problem that we don't have much of an expression right now.

[warriorscribe]

That it is. ...We should be grateful it's the worst of our problems...

*Enoch looks towards the door, towards the sounds of sobbing and screaming and the hushed, fervent attempts by those who had kept their heads to calm the others.

For the first time, he trusts Lucifel with a doubt, in this gesture.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

Yeah...

[He looked in the same direction, then back at Enoch.]

Do you want to help them?

[warriorscribe]

I do, but...

*He looks down at his own hands.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Lucifel leans down a little to look at Enoch. No, he won't let him look at his hands.]

But? That sounds very unlike you Enoch.