towerofanimus | This world is a false prison, created by the Fallen Angels

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This world is a false prison, created by the Fallen Angels

Characters: Enoch and anyone (one prompt closed to Zelda, one closed to Raphael)
Setting: Various places, backdated to June 2nd
Format: Whatever works for you!
Summary: Enoch goes to retrieve something from his sauna locker and then tries to do something else, that you wouldn't expect of a man who's just taken part in a rebellion plot.
Warnings: Nothing yet!

Elevator from D1 to F81

Enoch may be found here on the fifteen-minute elevator ride, still a bit agitated-looking. More than anything, he's still angry at Ruana. The only thing he can conclusively say she's done for them was the protection and...what must have been a glamour enhancement at Reno and Elena's wedding - and neither of them are in the tower anymore. If anyone wants to catch up with him for any reason here, he can be found.

Sauna (F77)(Closed to sageprincess)

So this is it. With everything back up, it's finally time to take a look at what Dax left them. There's no turning back now even if he wanted to. Does he doubt? Naturally. People have hurt because of this. But people will be hurt so much more if he does nothing. He's going to do whatever it takes.

The first thing he does is run or Arch Glide the flights from floor 81 to lose his stalker, and he makes his way to his sauna locker as quickly as he can. With the worker unit patrolling, he dismisses his armor as if he was simply going to get changed. But before he does anything even remotely useful, there's something he wants to check. He reaches in for the waterskin he'd made earlier and looks inside.

Water. He should have known Ruana wouldn't afford them even Riki's previous glamours. Oh well, he isn't complaining about a water store, and maybe it will become wine again eventually. He takes a mouthful of it to rehydrate him after that run, and then places it back in his locker. He pauses for a deep yawn, leaning on the locker wall for a moment. Dax has a mission for them, but...he's so tired... It's just enough pause for his fellow leader to find him before he does something stupid.

Infirmary(F2)(Closed to godheals)

He didn't think he'd seen Raphael in the chaos of yesterday, and after that conversation with Lucifel and for the first time seeing the angel at a loss for words, Enoch had to find the other angel here - normally he and Raphael's paths hadn't crossed very often in the tower. With the sterile steel of the infirmary too harsh for his tastes, he rarely ventured there outside of his collar checkups or to get some supply or another.

It isn't to say that he didn't care about his guide, but that he was content simply knowing he was doing well and doing a service for the tower. He had been, after all, a swan most of the time, high above or nowhere to be found. He had been, most of the time, a presence that was scarcely there, but known to be somewhere.

But after this, Enoch had to see how he was holding up. So he stepped out into the waiting room on his way up to the forest. "Raphael...?"

Forest(F6)

Enoch can be found cutting off bits of trees or cutting fallen branches down to size. It may seem a waste of time to those who know him, but he has, or so he hopes they will be taken - good intentions. If the beam of his Arch disappears, he moves away from the animal, sometimes even jumping onto the stairs to evade them. Eventually, he will leave with five little logs about six inches long and roughly the length of his finger in diameter.

Workshop(F15)

Part 1
And this is what he's doing with those logs - he has a book on woodcraft from the library and a...scalpel. Probably not the best whittling knife around, but he couldn't find one on this floor so he had to grab something. If he's not using that, he's very carefully using the Arch to cut off a larger piece, maneuvering it awkwardly with both hands on the middle of the weapon's structure for control. He's making good time with what seems an entirely frivolous project, at this point already having a vague humanoid head and shoulders cut out from one of the logs. He seems a lot less agitated, at this point. Relaxed, even.

If a monster shows up he'll drop what he's doing to kill it. A little help or a preemptive kill would be useful. But it's much more likely one will come upon him in peace.

In fact, it's only in peace that he murmurs to his creation (often while flexing a cramping hand), "If only I could shape your base, itself..."

Part 2
The dollmaking project goes surprisingly well. Until his lack of sleep catches up to him. There's a sharp hiss out of him and he drops the doll he's working on - there's no damage to his finger, but a fine crack has appeared on the right neck guard of his armor.

With a tired sigh, he gathers up the doll, a vague feminine shape carved down to the waist, though not yet perfected, and the other logs and stands up to go to bed before he sleeps to dark. He would be going to bed a little early, so all the more reason for someone to find him, if they need him.

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Normally, chaos wouldn't think about making himself a weapon. He usually relied on his ethers, his powers, and his own body to fight. However, with the recent power loss, he realized that if left with only his body, he might not be able to protect others or himself if he came across anyone with a sword or a stronger weapon. Even if his body was, under the illusions, strong, it would not be once those illusions were removed.

So, he had decided to make himself a staff. But one couldn't make a staff without wood, so he had wandered into the forest, both examining tree branches and reminiscing about Earth, back when it existed with it's forests. As he gazed up, he sensed Enoch and looked down to see the person cutting wood. Smiling a little, he spoke.

"Good afternoon. Might I ask why you are cutting wood?"

"Enoch? Enoch...!"

A heavenly man falling. A gnashing maw with too many razor-like teeth. Another man, crying out, but ultimately voiceless.

The occasional dream of premonition is difficult to distinguish from the more common nightmares that come with sleep, but in this instance, she refuses to take any chances. After finding him in neither his room or the bathing rooms, Zelda began the trek down to the sauna, calling his name out all the while.

They've come too far, and have far too long to go to lose everything now.

"Enoch!" It's not a happy cry she makes when she sees him leaning against the lockers, his own open. With quick, purposeful strides, she walks over and shuts the thing before (hopefully) too many have seen the envelope that rests inside. Only then does she fully turn her attention to Enoch. "Please tell me you only came here for water."

Enoch cut a log down to size and tucked it into the crook of his arm; he nearly has all of them now.

"I'm planning to carve dolls from it for a child I know."

At least the upside to all of this is that whatever mistrust that had lingered for chaos was dampened or gone. He was too tired to be wary of someone who seemed otherwise good.

In all fairness, his own body had been blocking the view to the locker for the most part. He blinked groggily and shook his head to clear it. Zelda wasn't happy - was there a reason he shouldn't have-...

His mind fumbles with the realization right at the edge of consciousness, and then in a burst of adrenaline that wakes him he finds it. Ruana's power is watching!

With a grateful smile that shows his next words are only for show, he says, "I was actually here to relax. But I don't think I'd like to fall asleep in there." The armor comes back. "But it sounds as if you needed to speak to me. Will you tell me about it as we walk?"

Because getting out of the sauna sounds like a good idea, and Enoch really does want to know what Zelda was looking for him for - surely it was just luck that she kept him from doing that, right?

John's not really sure if they even need to eat anymore...or if there's even a point to it. Or, for that matter, if he can even look at whatever the food is disguised as this month without feeling upset.

The worst truth is the food, it's true. He'll never be able to look at it the same way again knowing it's all nutrition bars.

But he's heading downstairs anyway, probably more out of habit than anything else. This is probably part of the reason his Lampent once again floats at his side, despite how fake she actually is and always has been. But even though he knows the truth now, it's hard not to take solace in having his Pokémon around. When he spots Enoch in the forest, he decides to take a little detour from his intended route to the cafeteria.

"So what are we up to over here?"

The Princess sighs in relief when she sees that realization hit, and she can't help but give her partner in crime a bit of a Look when he acknowledges it in his smile. Heroes, honestly. Can't let 'em out of your sight for two minutes.

"No, it would not do for you to be roasted like some feast boar." Still, her body language relaxes, playing along with his act. There's a worker unit watching the saunas, after all. "Certainly. The Tower is easier to scale with company."

Yes, luck. That's exactly it.

chaos nodded at the explanation and, finally saw a branch that was about as thick as his arm but not longer than it. It would have been best if he brought a knife..but it seemed that Enoch was going to move on soon anyway. Best to wait before he used his powers out here. The person might not have mistrusted him now, so it was best to try and keep it that way.

"I see. That should be good for the child then. This has been a tough time for most of them. You may not need it, but should you get stuck, do let me know. I shall assist you."

While Raphael was sitting in his usual spot, waiting for patients, any smile he would have had normally was not here. It was not because the illusions had come down and he had seen what his body actually was. He had known for awhile now that only their souls had been brought to this place, and since that was enough, the wiremesh body did not startle him.

However, the fact that his healing powers, the reason he existed, were taken for some time, had put some stress on him. While that had almost faded away, since his abilities and appearance were restored, something else was on his mind. Raphael tried to check into the third floor library at least once a day so that he could learn more and keep up to date with the terminals.

This meant that he about the deadline the Tower and the residents who inhabited it had. The idea of mortality was a new one, and while it wasn't a pleasant one to think about, Raphael kept forcing himself to do so. This was what normal humans went through, after all. Understanding it could help his job.

However, when Enoch stepped into the waiting room and called out to him, Raphael stopped his musing and stood up to greet his friend. "Yes? Are you hurt, Enoch?"

"It has been...and for all of us. I return your offer as well, on one condition. Tell me the truth about our first meeting."

Enoch was willing to let everything go to rest, if the source of his distrust was settled. They only had a year, for better or for worse (the sense of mortality was almost invigorating in a scary way). It was time to bury hatchets, however small.

At least that idea can't possibly last too long if she's honest with him. But for the moment he assumes she was looking for him for some other reason and walks with her back to the stairs, not even having to act the part of the concerned companion.

"What is it you wanted to find me for?"

Considering he still feels hunger, Enoch wouldn't take any chances. He himself has already been to the cafeteria and even has a couple of nutrition bars sticking out of his pocket.

"Ah... I'm cutting wood to make dolls from. I intended to make some for a child I know."

And he's not letting the fact that there isn't really any wood here deter him from keeping his promise to himself that he would do so.

..The only problem with burying this hatchet was that it would bring his powers out to light, get him to openly admit that this too, was something else that he could do, which would only further mark him as a non-human. The smile immediately fell from chaos's face, and while it took him a few moments to collect his thoughts and the proper phrasing, he did eventually speak.

"..I apologize. Until I came here, peering into the minds of others was something I did quite often. That is what happened when you and I first met."

Enoch shook his head, and crossed the room to meet him. "I didn't see you yesterday... I wanted to see how you were. Are you all right?"

"I was keeping close to the infirmary, in case anyone injured wandered in. Even without my abilities and tools, I could not abandon my place."

..Even if his options would have been limited-or nonexistent-if someone who actually needed help wandered in. The question was an odd one, and while Raphael wasn't quite used to people asking him if he was fine..perhaps answering would help.

"I am not sure. It is..odd to suddenly have a deadline like this."

Enoch nodded. It had been too suspiciously accurate for a "guess". At least in Enoch's case, non-humans were in a way more welcome company than humans were. It didn't bother him in the slightest.

"You say it as if you've stopped..."

"I know..." He almost says I'm sorry, but having been reminded Ruana is likely watching them closely, he isn't sure he wants to out himself as a member of Pandora explicitly.

"...I'm sorry this had to happen to you." That much was safe.

While chaos knew that not many people probably would be bothered, even in his universe, it would bring out the question of 'what are you?'. In his own universe, most probably would not have believed that he was the failsafe or looked at him kindly if they did, even if he did not choose his power.

"..If it sounded that way, than you are hearing it differently than what I meant for it to sound like. I have been doing it less here recently..but I have not completely stopped."

"Thank you. However..it is interesting to think that this is what humans must live with all their lives. It is not an experience without a positive consequence." Here, Raphael managed to smile a bit.

"And it is possible that we shall make our deadline and not have to die or roam our destroyed worlds forever."

*Enoch nodded. Fair enough...as long as he was honest about it from here on out.*

...You seem like a good man, chaos. Whatever your reasons for hiding it then, know that you can be honest with me.

"More than possible...I'll be certain Ruana is wrong."

He would point out that Raphael's experience is closer to humans who are gravely ill or very old, but...this is more important.

[..Once one was called out on this, it would be rather foolish to lie or cover up. The other person would know it, and it would just bring more conflict. chaos nodded at Enoch, thinking. Well..here, his situation would be rather believable. And since he was familiar with the story of Enoch-any memories he might have had of meeting an actual Enoch were worn away by time-it was possible that this situation would be safe.

Or not. After all..chaos was not always good.]

I see..just as long as you do not pass the reasons onto others. I do not like meaningless bloodshed, and people who do might search for me if they knew of the truth.

It was closer to that experience..but Raphael meant the knowledge that they were going to die someday, and the pieces of..worry? Maybe worry that came with it. Small steps, but his knowledge was slowly growing. Raphael, taking that statement to mean that Enoch would work on it, nodded.

"I am glad to hear that. I am not a fighter, but as always, if you need my assistance in being sure, I shall be here."

I've had my own share of secrets to hide. I can tell you I won't betray yours.

"I don't know how well a healer would be able to help us, sometimes. But...I thank you, for the guidance you've shown me on our journey."

His impact was nowhere near Lucifel's, but Enoch appreciated all five of his guides to some degree or another. Now was the time to say it.

Thank you. I know you have had your share of unpacked burdens. I am just trying to be careful.

[..Now, where to start..]

In my universe, there are three dimensions: The Lower Domain, where humans and physical matter resides, the Upper Domain, where U-DO lives, and the Collective Unconscious, where human minds are connected, whether they realize it or not, and where their consciousness flows when they die, only to be reborn in a new shell.

I..am the failsafe for my universe. If the lower domain should ever head towards destruction and threaten to pull down the other two dimensions with it..my power of Anima will wipe away the Lower Dimension, the Collective Unconscious, and all human life with it. My powers are, for the most part, sealed. But..the possibility of them unsealing may become very real here, if the Administrators decide to do something about it.

But, back when I was in my own universe, I would have liked to be human, even though I knew that there would be consequences if I was. There were also those who would not have believed me or might have tried to use me for purposes that I did not agree with if I revealed myself. That is why I hide what I am and lie.

Edited 2013-06-10 02:05 (UTC)

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