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towerofanimus2013-08-14 01:01 pm
sacrament_of_blood) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-14 01:01 pm
Entry tags:
First Blood; Arrival and Exploration
Characters: Merciless and you
Setting: Dorm room 1-17, the 99th floor, the 30th floor staircase, and the 1st floor cafeteria, all on the 14th.
Format: Prose, but use whatever you like and I'll respond in kind
Summary: A confused death cultist finds herself in the Tower
Warning: Blood, gore, decapitated head, possible crazy talk about death being a wonderful thing. Also, shadow child, but she's ignoring hers.
Room 1-17
The door's been left open. What looks like a teenager in a violet collar and the white jumpsuit is sitting on a previously unused bed, hugging to herself like a teddy bear the decapitated head of a woman with short blonde hair. Next to her, the introductory letters're laid out on the bed, and she appears to have an expression of deep thought. One of the shadow children showed up while she was still reflecting on the letters she'd read, and it's now next to her going on and on, saying things only she hears like "My blood's on your hands", "We were friends and you killed me", "You couldn't save your people", and so on. She's completely ignoring it, after a brief experimental swipe of her hand had passed harmlessly through it.
Floor 99
By now, she's ventured out to explore the floors below. The last two floors'd confused her and she'd written off floor 100 in particular as more foul trickery like the shadow child. But this one was so utterly unlike the other floors that she could only step out onto the crystalline floor from the elevator and stare around herself in amazement at the crystal caves. For this moment, her expression's filled with nothing but simple wonder at this strange and beautiful environment. Not even the ever-present shadow child could distract her.
Floor 30, Staircase
Blood is smeared everywhere in the staircase, which's littered with assorted monster corpses she'd dragged out.from the floor after being forced to retreat the first time. Said corpses bear wounds looking like something'd cut perfectly through them, and many're in a messy state of dismemberment. Much of the blood on the walls forms what seems like random scribbles of things like suns and houses and people and monsters. There're also illegible glyphs, as well as written warnings consisting of "The stairs here are fragile. Dangerous creatures prowl inside the darkness, some with an untouchable nature." The writings squirm strangely, seeming to change into more easily understandable forms as you look at them.
In the midst of this mess, she stands bloodstained, working on another set of writings. This one starts with "She walked though the hallways, and in the midst She entered the valley of death. Revelations filled Her eyes, and She saw the blood that needs to flow, the bodies that need to be broken, the world that needs Her bloodied touch. And thus She..."
Floor 1, Cafeteria
She walks in, blood covering much of herself and her formerly white jumpsuit from head to foot. To shut out her shadow child's tedious prattling, she'd plugged her ears with little bone pieces carved out from the earlier monster corpses, However, she's now removing the bone plugs as it hadn't done anything to block out the shadow child. Unmindful of her gruesome state, she looks around as if searching for something.
Setting: Dorm room 1-17, the 99th floor, the 30th floor staircase, and the 1st floor cafeteria, all on the 14th.
Format: Prose, but use whatever you like and I'll respond in kind
Summary: A confused death cultist finds herself in the Tower
Warning: Blood, gore, decapitated head, possible crazy talk about death being a wonderful thing. Also, shadow child, but she's ignoring hers.
Room 1-17
The door's been left open. What looks like a teenager in a violet collar and the white jumpsuit is sitting on a previously unused bed, hugging to herself like a teddy bear the decapitated head of a woman with short blonde hair. Next to her, the introductory letters're laid out on the bed, and she appears to have an expression of deep thought. One of the shadow children showed up while she was still reflecting on the letters she'd read, and it's now next to her going on and on, saying things only she hears like "My blood's on your hands", "We were friends and you killed me", "You couldn't save your people", and so on. She's completely ignoring it, after a brief experimental swipe of her hand had passed harmlessly through it.
Floor 99
By now, she's ventured out to explore the floors below. The last two floors'd confused her and she'd written off floor 100 in particular as more foul trickery like the shadow child. But this one was so utterly unlike the other floors that she could only step out onto the crystalline floor from the elevator and stare around herself in amazement at the crystal caves. For this moment, her expression's filled with nothing but simple wonder at this strange and beautiful environment. Not even the ever-present shadow child could distract her.
Floor 30, Staircase
Blood is smeared everywhere in the staircase, which's littered with assorted monster corpses she'd dragged out.from the floor after being forced to retreat the first time. Said corpses bear wounds looking like something'd cut perfectly through them, and many're in a messy state of dismemberment. Much of the blood on the walls forms what seems like random scribbles of things like suns and houses and people and monsters. There're also illegible glyphs, as well as written warnings consisting of "The stairs here are fragile. Dangerous creatures prowl inside the darkness, some with an untouchable nature." The writings squirm strangely, seeming to change into more easily understandable forms as you look at them.
In the midst of this mess, she stands bloodstained, working on another set of writings. This one starts with "She walked though the hallways, and in the midst She entered the valley of death. Revelations filled Her eyes, and She saw the blood that needs to flow, the bodies that need to be broken, the world that needs Her bloodied touch. And thus She..."
Floor 1, Cafeteria
She walks in, blood covering much of herself and her formerly white jumpsuit from head to foot. To shut out her shadow child's tedious prattling, she'd plugged her ears with little bone pieces carved out from the earlier monster corpses, However, she's now removing the bone plugs as it hadn't done anything to block out the shadow child. Unmindful of her gruesome state, she looks around as if searching for something.
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Enoch looks noticeably disturbed.
"You killed her?"
Needless to say, even as much as others have to be taken at their word, this particular case isn't something he thinks of in those terms. He sees someone with a very disturbed mind before him, rather than someone who can literally speak to the dead.
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Merciless hugs the head to her own chest. "I am not a spirit speaker, but if I was, she would thank me. It is a terrible fate to be devoured by the Empty Ones."
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That didn't sound promising. Enoch was already curious by nature, but he had more reason than usual to want to find a distraction lately...
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Her eyes seem to be growing distant, with a soft smile upon her lips. Suddenly she turns to Enoch.
"You have done it, have you not? Exorcised with sacred death. You smell like the gods. And death, far less than I but still death. Are you a holy warrior as I am?"
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Thankfully, the conversation abruptly comes back to him, sparing him from having to make that choice.
"You must purify them into a state of calm to get out of here." The pigs had certainly seemed dead. But from what he knows of vileness, it certainly was a state of calm...
He thinks of the souls of the Watchers' beloved, bound to the tower - better bound there than allowed to sink into The Darkness. He wonders as he always has, if his weapon had indeed purified them and allowed them to instead go to Heaven, to safety.
And of course, he had killed the men who would martyr themselves for what they saw as a higher power, people who were fighting for what they believed in just like himself. He wouldn't have killed if they hadn't been trying to kill.
"...I believe you could call me that, yes. But I...I would rather not kill unless I must. My dealings are with the immortal."
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"You fight against immortal beings? What would their nature be?"
This answer would do much to determine her opinion of him.
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Enoch paused. Her killing to save a soul that was about to "lose itself"...it was certainly similar enough.
The screaming in his mind prompted him to go on, keep talking, think of something that wasn't idle thought.
"...the people that lived with them lived in a world of wonders and safety. But their souls, when they died, did not go to Heaven as they were meant to. They instead descended to The Darkness, where they would live in despair and agony for eternity. Nobody realized until it was too late. That's why I have to put an end to what they've done."
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"Then you understand the most important thing is the eternity after death, not the brief time in life. Although I have been told that brief time is also valuable."
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Enoch averts his gaze for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts around that constant distraction.
"...Life is valuable. Very valuable. It's when we...we find ourselves and make our place in the world. Pass knowledge to our children. Living makes us who we are."
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Of course, death has its own beauty. That is the teaching of She Who Walks in Blood."
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But nothing stopped the loss from hurting. Especially when he knew they would die hoping to see him, only for him to not be there either.
"...I can't say death and I are friends."
A hint of ruefulness, there. He's well aware first, that most people cope better than he does, and second, that clearly she is much more fascinated with death than life.
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She was accustomed to a certain distance between herself and others. Even between her and her own people.