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towerofanimus2013-10-03 10:44 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-03 10:44 pm
Put an End to This False World
Characters: Enoch and wide open
Setting: Graveyard, morning, slightly forward-dated to when the drops in question are processed.
Format: I'm starting in prose but it doesn't matter.
Summary: A small handful of names show up in the graveyard, and they prove there just might be a right way to break.
Warnings: Hostility will be met with violence right now.
Enoch didn't know how he'd let the graveyard's significance die. He didn't know how the names on the headstones had become a blur. He didn't know how he'd become numb to this job that was once so painful. He even missed Yu's headstone until the moment it came into abrupt clarity for no apparent reason. While he wondered how he could have missed it, wished him and his guardian strength, another nearby caught his eye. He could swear his heart stopped for a moment.
He walked swiftly through the row of tombstones, turning for another pass, in disbelief.
Tohko Amano.
Raphael.
Yotsuba Koiwai.
Tohko. She'd been getting on his nerves and Lucifel's both lately, but she only ever meant the best. He'd never finished writing her his story. At least, books did not crumble on the destroyed worlds. She may not need to eat but she could take comfort in her stories.
Raphael. The first person he recognized from home. Someone he'd been able to confide his suspicion in. Trapped on a dead world with a dead God.
Yotsuba. Such a bright light in such a hostile place. Like so many children before her she'd endeared herself to him immediately. It was always easy to talk to her, even with Eleven's screaming in his mind. Having earned a place in Lucifel's heart and spending time with the both of them, it had begun to feel like a family.
He had promised her he would restore the worlds. Now she herself would fall victim to Ruana if he failed too. Someone so young...someone who had begun to feel like family.
For a moment, it seemed to nearly echo a moment from his near future on Earth, where he would encounter Belial. His fists clenched and his shoulders tightened. Anyone who could see the flaming aura at the back of his neck would see it was flaring out. Eleven screamed shrill in his mind, the only sound he could hear.
Until he screamed back.
His voice rose to drown out the one in his mind, a roar that echoed in the solemn floor. He drew another breath, and screamed again, not in fear but in anger. The third scream found words involved.
"RUANA! I WON'T LET YOU HAVE THEM!" Every word he spoke, he shouted over Eleven, his eyes alight with something dangerous. His Arch found itself in his hands, open and raised. It buzzed as he slashed at the air in front of him.
"YOU WON'T TAKE THEM, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Setting: Graveyard, morning, slightly forward-dated to when the drops in question are processed.
Format: I'm starting in prose but it doesn't matter.
Summary: A small handful of names show up in the graveyard, and they prove there just might be a right way to break.
Warnings: Hostility will be met with violence right now.
Enoch didn't know how he'd let the graveyard's significance die. He didn't know how the names on the headstones had become a blur. He didn't know how he'd become numb to this job that was once so painful. He even missed Yu's headstone until the moment it came into abrupt clarity for no apparent reason. While he wondered how he could have missed it, wished him and his guardian strength, another nearby caught his eye. He could swear his heart stopped for a moment.
He walked swiftly through the row of tombstones, turning for another pass, in disbelief.
Tohko Amano.
Raphael.
Yotsuba Koiwai.
Tohko. She'd been getting on his nerves and Lucifel's both lately, but she only ever meant the best. He'd never finished writing her his story. At least, books did not crumble on the destroyed worlds. She may not need to eat but she could take comfort in her stories.
Raphael. The first person he recognized from home. Someone he'd been able to confide his suspicion in. Trapped on a dead world with a dead God.
Yotsuba. Such a bright light in such a hostile place. Like so many children before her she'd endeared herself to him immediately. It was always easy to talk to her, even with Eleven's screaming in his mind. Having earned a place in Lucifel's heart and spending time with the both of them, it had begun to feel like a family.
He had promised her he would restore the worlds. Now she herself would fall victim to Ruana if he failed too. Someone so young...someone who had begun to feel like family.
For a moment, it seemed to nearly echo a moment from his near future on Earth, where he would encounter Belial. His fists clenched and his shoulders tightened. Anyone who could see the flaming aura at the back of his neck would see it was flaring out. Eleven screamed shrill in his mind, the only sound he could hear.
Until he screamed back.
His voice rose to drown out the one in his mind, a roar that echoed in the solemn floor. He drew another breath, and screamed again, not in fear but in anger. The third scream found words involved.
"RUANA! I WON'T LET YOU HAVE THEM!" Every word he spoke, he shouted over Eleven, his eyes alight with something dangerous. His Arch found itself in his hands, open and raised. It buzzed as he slashed at the air in front of him.
"YOU WON'T TAKE THEM, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
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*Even if they restore the worlds, would that negate that ability?*
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--A-All of them. N-N-Not just--
[Everyone he loved. Everyone he'd never met--would never have the chance to meet. She could take them all, in an instant.]
...Do you h-have a-a-any i-ideas?
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*Weapons, specifically, though. That suggestion isn't like him, unless...*
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[Rick's nerves are absolutely fried; he fluctuates rapidly and unpredictably between dangerously focused resolve and anxious panic, within the span of a blink or a gesture. This all seems far too big for him to tackle, yet he's so desperate right now that he'll take the world to find a way to fix this, without question. And if Enoch has a way, he'll do everything in his power to help him.]
--th--the m-monsters, m-maybe?
[He remembers that collection they built up for the infiltration several months ago. He also remembers how none of that was especially useful once they actually got down there. And that was because...]
...B-But as l-long as w-w-we're the o-ones using them...they can c-c-control us. She c-can c-control us. W-We're not-- [And just like that he's flustered again, face in his hands.] --o-oh god, is--i-is a-a-any of it e-e-enough? Useless, u-useless...
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But I'm not asking you or anyone to do anything.
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*Rick can do as he likes with this information. But he really doesn't have a plan.*
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--I-I can h-help, if you n-need me to. You know I'm a-always w-w-willing to help.
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*If it turns out shapeshifting is something he has use of, well, he'll know where to go.*