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towerofanimus2013-08-13 11:55 am
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-13 11:55 am
True Darkness
Characters: Enoch and anyone (except one that's semi-closed but open to threadjacking)
Setting: Throughout the rest of the week (the first one is on his previous post), various floors
Format: Whatever works for you, I'll follow!
Summary: Enoch and the event
Warnings: Lots of angst, and a severed hand. Spoilers for El Shaddai chapter 9 and beyond. Also this is so long, holy shit.
Aug 12
Elevator
The four shadow children that had shown up yesterday proved to be patient. Enoch had woken that morning to find them clustered around his bed. It would be cute, if they weren't so unsettling, if he didn't just know something was amiss from the way Jason had said you'll see what you broke. That's not something you say when the result is harmless.
And yet, some gut feeling, some odd sense of familiarity, keeps him from striking out at them preemptively like he does any Imps he finds. Maybe he's still in bad enough shape he'll even take the dubious company of whatever these are. Either way he heads into the elevator, with any number of other residents with their own followers.
F78 - Mailroom
He doesn't realize when one more joins the crowd inside the elevator, until he steps out and it follows him. He looks at the newcomer as if asking what it's doing there. It just grins wide and trots up to the front of the group. Feeling more and more like he is leading a pack of shadowy imprinted ducks, he continues down to the mailroom.
Where he can be found, sitting slumped against the wall of boxes, cradling a broad, masculine hand, nearly identical to his own in proportions but darker in tone. The hand is open and a gold-plated hairclip, bloodstained, rests in its palm.
And he was doing so well, too.
But now he's just staring at it, weeping quietly. The newcomer shadow child wanders up and stands on its toes to get a better look at what Enoch's holding.
Aug 14, ultimately anywhere on the stairwell below F38
The hand had gone into his sauna locker. Not his trunk, he didn't want to scare any newcomer that accidentally opened the wrong one. And somehow he didn't want to throw it out. That was probably the emotional instability speaking. The hairclip was now pinning the plastic casing over the card Armaros had given him in Meridian closed. He was staring at this while the rain pounded the windows of the middle lounge, the one closest to his work floor. He had almost gotten used to the shadow children following him. At the moment, the original four had clusered around the sofa he's in, the newcomer having climbed up and onto the back to sit by his shoulder. It had been the most active and curious of the bunch, always taking a rapt interest in what he was doing. It should have been a clue, really.
"I miss him," Enoch whispers to himself.
"Armaros?" says one of the shadow children in front of him, in Uriel's voice, pointing at the one sitting on the back of the couch beside him. "But he's right there."
Enoch stares at the Uriel-shadow, and then looks back at the shadow child, fear quickening his breath. "Armaros...?"
"Yeah...or what's left of me, I guess." He says in a voice Enoch could only remember from hearing a mental equivalent in Meridian. He sounds sullen, disappointed. "Some hero you turned out to be. They shouldn't have made that card for you."
"Haven't I helped you when you needed it most, when you were about to die?" says Uriel. "Why did you leave me to die?"
For a moment, all Enoch can do is stare. The pain doesn't immediately sink in.
"I don't think you deserve that card anymore..." And with that, Armaros-shadow snatches it from his hand and rushes off. Others may encounter Enoch chasing the shadow child, desperate to get that memento of Meridian back. (Only one responder may take this. Currently:tohko_amano)
Or perhaps they'll find him having already taken it, looking very distressed at his crowd of shadow children, now in a circle and actively speaking against him. "No...please stop...I can save you." (Else)
Aug 15, Anywhere
More have shown up to follow him. Solas. Zeph. Lucifel. He might have thought it illusion if they didn't feel true the way being back in Meridian felt true. It was pure intuition and he knew that could be tricked, but it didn't change anything.
"It was supposed to be forever." I thought so too, Armaros...
"'I'm not going anywhere'. Least you could've done is return the favor..." I'm sorry, Lucifel.
"I'm dead now. Even if you restore everything, I'll be killed anyway." He didn't want to believe it. But...it was probably true. Either way, Solas would die.
"Way to get our world destroyed, Enoch. To think I actually trusted you." I'm trying to fix things, Zeph. It wasn't even his fault, but...it was his fault they were like this. Because Zo had saved him.
Enoch, his collar a lighter blue but not even noticing, leans on the wall, wherever he is, begging the shadow children to stop, his conviction wavering with each repetition until he just doesn't say anything anymore. He drops to his knees and tries to hug one, but his arms pass right through. He tries this several times throughout the day, appearing more and more distraught.
Aug 16, F101
Morning
Until he just doesn't have the energy for tears. Enoch has half-carried, half-dragged Lucifel, even worse off than he is, to Dax's sapling, his collar running mostly clear by now. He can see Princess Zelda against a tree nearby, but she seems too far gone to notice him, and to be honest, he doesn't have the energy either. He collapses with the barely-alive angel in the real dirt just as the glamour cuts out, rendering them a pair of wireframes, souls casting the barest blue and violet glows beneath their clothes. Lucifel's is much weaker than his own, and Enoch rests his hand over Lucifel's torso where the angel's soul is.
"Nice replacement," says Lucifel-shadow. Armaros-shadow wedges himself into the crook of Enoch's arm, not speaking but cooing softly, when hearing that comforting sound only hurts.
Enoch breathes shallowly, feeling the rise and fall of Lucifel's chest with his hand. Someone might be able to encounter them while they're both still alive.
After some time, Enoch realizes Lucifel has stopped breathing. There's a weak sob from him, but he can't react any more, can't lift his head, can't move his arm. He doesn't realize he's attracted one more shadow child with those that Lucifel's presence has driven away until a new voice speaks, strong and bold, female.
"My name is Ishtar, Enoch. But you will never know me by that name because you're here, playing a facsimile of my role. But instead of resurrecting me, you're trying to become me. You can't. You don't even care about people you should. Where are the voices of the Freemen?"
"That's not true," Enoch croaks.
He hears nothing more from the shadow children, feeling from them instead an overwhelming sense of disappointment.
He can still talk loud enough to be heard by someone nearby, and his presence might still drive away someone else's shadow children if his bond with them is strong enough. For however long he has left, he can at least be a guardian.
Afternoon - closed
As his consciousness grows hazier, the other shadows start picking up Ishtar's idea of who he isn't hearing.
"Come to think of it," says Gabriel-shadow, looking around, "You started families and made friends while searching for the Tower, correct? Did you love them? Where are they?"
"Um...weren't you married before Heaven?" Armaros-shadow adds. "What about your first wife and child, I thought those were important."
"You know who else you're not hearing?" says Lucifel-shadow. "Well. I guess you can't hear a voice you've never heard at all. But still, you know, He's dead too. 'Cause you're not. Just thought I'd remind you."
The color drains from Enoch's soul.
Setting: Throughout the rest of the week (the first one is on his previous post), various floors
Format: Whatever works for you, I'll follow!
Summary: Enoch and the event
Warnings: Lots of angst, and a severed hand. Spoilers for El Shaddai chapter 9 and beyond. Also this is so long, holy shit.
Aug 12
Elevator
The four shadow children that had shown up yesterday proved to be patient. Enoch had woken that morning to find them clustered around his bed. It would be cute, if they weren't so unsettling, if he didn't just know something was amiss from the way Jason had said you'll see what you broke. That's not something you say when the result is harmless.
And yet, some gut feeling, some odd sense of familiarity, keeps him from striking out at them preemptively like he does any Imps he finds. Maybe he's still in bad enough shape he'll even take the dubious company of whatever these are. Either way he heads into the elevator, with any number of other residents with their own followers.
F78 - Mailroom
He doesn't realize when one more joins the crowd inside the elevator, until he steps out and it follows him. He looks at the newcomer as if asking what it's doing there. It just grins wide and trots up to the front of the group. Feeling more and more like he is leading a pack of shadowy imprinted ducks, he continues down to the mailroom.
Where he can be found, sitting slumped against the wall of boxes, cradling a broad, masculine hand, nearly identical to his own in proportions but darker in tone. The hand is open and a gold-plated hairclip, bloodstained, rests in its palm.
And he was doing so well, too.
But now he's just staring at it, weeping quietly. The newcomer shadow child wanders up and stands on its toes to get a better look at what Enoch's holding.
Aug 14, ultimately anywhere on the stairwell below F38
The hand had gone into his sauna locker. Not his trunk, he didn't want to scare any newcomer that accidentally opened the wrong one. And somehow he didn't want to throw it out. That was probably the emotional instability speaking. The hairclip was now pinning the plastic casing over the card Armaros had given him in Meridian closed. He was staring at this while the rain pounded the windows of the middle lounge, the one closest to his work floor. He had almost gotten used to the shadow children following him. At the moment, the original four had clusered around the sofa he's in, the newcomer having climbed up and onto the back to sit by his shoulder. It had been the most active and curious of the bunch, always taking a rapt interest in what he was doing. It should have been a clue, really.
"I miss him," Enoch whispers to himself.
"Armaros?" says one of the shadow children in front of him, in Uriel's voice, pointing at the one sitting on the back of the couch beside him. "But he's right there."
Enoch stares at the Uriel-shadow, and then looks back at the shadow child, fear quickening his breath. "Armaros...?"
"Yeah...or what's left of me, I guess." He says in a voice Enoch could only remember from hearing a mental equivalent in Meridian. He sounds sullen, disappointed. "Some hero you turned out to be. They shouldn't have made that card for you."
"Haven't I helped you when you needed it most, when you were about to die?" says Uriel. "Why did you leave me to die?"
For a moment, all Enoch can do is stare. The pain doesn't immediately sink in.
"I don't think you deserve that card anymore..." And with that, Armaros-shadow snatches it from his hand and rushes off. Others may encounter Enoch chasing the shadow child, desperate to get that memento of Meridian back. (Only one responder may take this. Currently:
tohko_amano)Or perhaps they'll find him having already taken it, looking very distressed at his crowd of shadow children, now in a circle and actively speaking against him. "No...please stop...I can save you." (Else)
Aug 15, Anywhere
More have shown up to follow him. Solas. Zeph. Lucifel. He might have thought it illusion if they didn't feel true the way being back in Meridian felt true. It was pure intuition and he knew that could be tricked, but it didn't change anything.
"It was supposed to be forever." I thought so too, Armaros...
"'I'm not going anywhere'. Least you could've done is return the favor..." I'm sorry, Lucifel.
"I'm dead now. Even if you restore everything, I'll be killed anyway." He didn't want to believe it. But...it was probably true. Either way, Solas would die.
"Way to get our world destroyed, Enoch. To think I actually trusted you." I'm trying to fix things, Zeph. It wasn't even his fault, but...it was his fault they were like this. Because Zo had saved him.
Enoch, his collar a lighter blue but not even noticing, leans on the wall, wherever he is, begging the shadow children to stop, his conviction wavering with each repetition until he just doesn't say anything anymore. He drops to his knees and tries to hug one, but his arms pass right through. He tries this several times throughout the day, appearing more and more distraught.
Aug 16, F101
Morning
Until he just doesn't have the energy for tears. Enoch has half-carried, half-dragged Lucifel, even worse off than he is, to Dax's sapling, his collar running mostly clear by now. He can see Princess Zelda against a tree nearby, but she seems too far gone to notice him, and to be honest, he doesn't have the energy either. He collapses with the barely-alive angel in the real dirt just as the glamour cuts out, rendering them a pair of wireframes, souls casting the barest blue and violet glows beneath their clothes. Lucifel's is much weaker than his own, and Enoch rests his hand over Lucifel's torso where the angel's soul is.
"Nice replacement," says Lucifel-shadow. Armaros-shadow wedges himself into the crook of Enoch's arm, not speaking but cooing softly, when hearing that comforting sound only hurts.
Enoch breathes shallowly, feeling the rise and fall of Lucifel's chest with his hand. Someone might be able to encounter them while they're both still alive.
After some time, Enoch realizes Lucifel has stopped breathing. There's a weak sob from him, but he can't react any more, can't lift his head, can't move his arm. He doesn't realize he's attracted one more shadow child with those that Lucifel's presence has driven away until a new voice speaks, strong and bold, female.
"My name is Ishtar, Enoch. But you will never know me by that name because you're here, playing a facsimile of my role. But instead of resurrecting me, you're trying to become me. You can't. You don't even care about people you should. Where are the voices of the Freemen?"
"That's not true," Enoch croaks.
He hears nothing more from the shadow children, feeling from them instead an overwhelming sense of disappointment.
He can still talk loud enough to be heard by someone nearby, and his presence might still drive away someone else's shadow children if his bond with them is strong enough. For however long he has left, he can at least be a guardian.
Afternoon - closed
As his consciousness grows hazier, the other shadows start picking up Ishtar's idea of who he isn't hearing.
"Come to think of it," says Gabriel-shadow, looking around, "You started families and made friends while searching for the Tower, correct? Did you love them? Where are they?"
"Um...weren't you married before Heaven?" Armaros-shadow adds. "What about your first wife and child, I thought those were important."
"You know who else you're not hearing?" says Lucifel-shadow. "Well. I guess you can't hear a voice you've never heard at all. But still, you know, He's dead too. 'Cause you're not. Just thought I'd remind you."
The color drains from Enoch's soul.
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Which means he doesn't have to make up for anything, not as far as Enoch's concerned.
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His hand remained offered. As far as Rick was concerned, even though he'd been forgiven he still had everything to make up for, and he'll be damned persistent about it if he has to be.
"...Come on...C-Company k-keeps them a-away, I think."
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He might not have noticed, or have been too drained to remember if he had happened to drive anyone's shadows away.
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The idea of the hand was to give Enoch some standing support, but Rick wasn't sure how drained he really was, or if he was capable of walking on his own. In any case, leaving him slumped against a wall in the stairwell seemed like a bad call--maybe he could ease him to a lounge or something, since Rick didn't know what room he lived in. Better there than here.
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"What a wonderful friend you are! Look, you're showing him just how much you don't care!"
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Surely there were others that could help Enoch better than he could...Lucifel, maybe? Dumping Enoch on the man yet again didn't seem like the wisest decision, either. Did he have any other choice? Rick kneaded his temples, obviously very conflicted.
Eventually he made up his mind. Enoch's life was infinitely more important than Rick's already floundering reputation. "...H-Have you s-seen L-Lucifel, l-lately?"
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He trails off, looking at his shadow children.
"Some space," repeats Lucifel-shadow. "But not all of it. You have to have that morning routine. Oh, but wait!"
"...We didn't meet this morning."
"He's finally tired of it," Lucifel-shadow says. "I know I would be. Finally, a little freedom and you keep sucking it away."
"I think...we just missed one another, looking for each other. We wouldn't abandon each other with something like this..."
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"...I-I'll h-help you f-find him."
Talked to Ally, Lucifel's going to jump in when we get to the 15th in our thread if that's okay?
Climbing the stairs was taking more out of him than it should, and it was hard to focus with the shadows talking as he climbed.
I have no qualms! Already on the 15th though, right?
At each landing, Rick would make sure they stopped to check the floor it connected to, and give them both a moment to catch their breath before they set off again. It was slow going. Hopefully they hadn't left Lucifel alone for too long.
Here I am. ;3
His shadow children, except two, talked to him without a break. Despite that he was covering his ears already, they did not stop talking.
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"Lucifel..."
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"C-Come on..." Rick smiled reassuringly, trying to ease Enoch onward. "We're a-almost there."
That being said, Lucifel didn't look like he was in very good shape...hopefully he wasn't just making things worse.
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Back then he hadn't thought much of death, why would he, he had been immortal, and all it took to revert horrible events was a flick of his fingers. Now he couldn't even do that much.
Death didn't mean a thing in this place, but Lucifel struggled with this. Being able to die, hearing these voices that blamed him for their deaths, that He blamed him for dying...
Even if someone he was angry at decided to show up, he would not care about it.
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And then he realized quite suddenly that there wasn't anything else he could do for them. Watching them hug each other on the floor didn't seem like an especially helpful gesture. He'd do them more good if he just left.
Hesitantly the tired blonde man turned to leave, casting one last glance over his shoulder at Lucifel (I'm sorry, said his eyes) before he set off.
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Rick. Great. Lucifel would question this if he would care at this moment. But he didn't. He felt too tired to get mad or to care at all.