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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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Quark wasn't sure exactly how to respond or what to say. Part of him was scared because he'd never seen Enoch so aggressive...but at the time time, looking at Yotsuba's name on that stone, the anger was a bit contagious.
"I don't want to let it happen, either!"
He shakes his head, and tears sting at the corner of his eyes. He's not sure if they're tears of anguish or anger. All he knows is that they hurt. And that none of this is fair.
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"I wouldn't ask a child to fight..."
But of course, there might be something he can do...he just had to think of what would be most useful.
"But you're a crafter. Do you think you could make tools out of monster parts?"
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“Well…I’m not really sure,” he admits reluctantly, not wanting to lie. “I guess it would depend on what the parts are like…or what kinda things you’d want them made into.”
Upon contemplating this, however, Quark’s expression becomes serious and determined. “I’d be more than willing to give it a try though, Mr. Enoch!”
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He didn't trust having anything they can manipulate. If they could make stitching fall apart, that would be the end of whatever it held together, for example.
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The boy nods. "Yeah," he says again as he considers the task he's been presented with. His tone becomes something less childish as the clever, hardened nature that hides behind the usual innocence begins to peek through. "I've never worked with anything that's more or less organic, before...so I think I'd proooobably need some help with figuring out what the parts could be logically built into and how to go about building them...but if we put our heads together there's no way we can't do it!"
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What they'd need a pick for, though...well, he had no idea.
"Ropes are always useful, though I don't know what we could use that wouldn't rot..."
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His expression suddenly turns concerned, and he looks up at Enoch with a worried expression. "Hey, Mr. Enoch, I won't have to go hunting for the monster parts myself, will I?" Quark wasn't so sure he'd be good at taking down monsters, even if it wouldn't be too hard to find them...
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This whole idea, after all, came from not wanting a child to fight. He would never deliberately put someone so young in danger.