towerofanimus | 3rd Call - Reunion with Enoch (Backdated to September 30th)

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3rd Call - Reunion with Enoch (Backdated to September 30th)

Characters: Enoch

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Setting: September 30th,beginning at Room 3-18, eventually getting to the Sauna changing rooms
Format: Starting as prose then going with whichever works out best.
Summary: Zett and Lucifel planned on scolding Enoch once the way to the way to the dormitory is free. But there's a change of plans as soon as they get to him.
Warnings: The usual Tower angst.

It had been a long and a physically, as well as mentally, exhausting week for all of them. While Lucifel had only been moving debris on the first day the job he did for Riki, which had been taking pictures of the destruction the explosion caused almost twenty-four hours the side-effects of not sleeping and using the camera had taken its toll on him for the rest of the week. Dark circles under his eyes indicated that he had little to no sleep for the whole week, hadn't it been for Zett's company and the talk with Zelda then he would have questioned his sanity. To the surprise of some, during the whole week the Archangel had cared so little for his appearance which he was proud of - that his hair was not in their usual spiked form but flatly falling down his head.

However, Zett and he had agreed that they would get Enoch together and give him a good scolding for that selfless stunt of his. They had assumed that the scribe had probably decided to help someone escape and this ending up trapped. Most of all they were simply worried, but someone had to talk some sense into that guy, right? Which was why they were heading straight to the dormitory floors to look for him, eventually standing in front of the scribe's room.

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"You know I can get us there..."

If he can still use his left hand then it's fine with him, given that it's not occupied in this hug. But Enoch would have to let go, at least when they got him something to eat an drink.

"Better than a long walk."

Or the elevator. Zett's not familiar with all of Lucifel's powers, but sure, teleportation, why not.

Lucifel should be able to snap the fingers of his left hand easily, but just in case, Enoch loosens his hold a little. He doesn't want to get in Lucifel's way, of course.

"You could fly."

Nevertheless, he lifted his left hand once he had pulled away a little, flicking with his fingers to get then to the cafeteria. Once there the archangel yawned, lazily covering his mouth.

Yeah, he could fly, but he couldn't fly with either of them (easily).

Zett slowly untangled himself from the hug. "I'll get you some food and drink, you don't have to go anywhere," he assured Enoch, before scurrying towards the kitchen to pick up whatever was available.

It was evening; the lights were dim. Enoch looked at the cafeteria, wary of the Komory Wow that fluttered around. Zett would find a Chocobo wandering the kitchen; harmless but still a reminder that monsters were starting to show up more often.

Against the far wall, something in a gas mask lurked in the shadows, attached to the wall. Plaintive cries of "Mommy? Mommy?" came faintly from its direction.

The monsters hardly went unnoticed by Lucifel. If necessary he would lend the Arch from Enoch, he was already thinking ahead in case his umbrella should break.

"Hurry up Zett, would you?"

Some cucumber salad - steak would be too heavy on his stomach after days of not eating - and some nice tea sounded good. Zett gathered the food as quickly as he could, then returned to the others, trying not to spill any of the tea on his tray.

"A light meal for you right now. You'll get sick if you have too much at once."

Zett glanced over at the direction of the cries and then turned back to his family. "Right?"

Enoch wanted to grab that tea right off the tray as soon as he saw it. But no sooner had the thought come into his mind than Lucifel's phone began to ring, inexplicably.

Enoch's eyes darted to Lucifel. "What...?"

The outline of the gas mask in the shadows moved, coming down the wall.

"Ri-!" His answer was cut short by the ringing of his cell phone. It hadn't done that since he had come to the Tower. There was no way that He could be calling, his phone didn't work... that and he had shut it off.

"Okay, this is too much like a bad splatter movie, we'll get going." He said and quickly flicked his fingers, getting them to the changing rooms of the sauna. This also saved them time to go get there for Enoch to get clean.

"Whatever a splatter movie is I don't want to see a good one," Zett grumbled, setting the tray on a bench in front of Enoch. "Your phone doesn't suddenly work, does it?"

Enoch might have said something about wanting to know what a 'splatter movie' was, but he had his mouth full more or less immediately.

Lucifel's phone continued to ring for a moment more, and then stopped.

No, Lucifel wouldn't go into detail with this, not anytime soon. Enoch should focus on eating. And if he told them what a splatter movie is, then the scribe probably wouldn't keep his food in his stomach.

Lucifel checked his phone then. It was off. It hadn't been Him.

Zett sighed and sat down next to Enoch. It had been a tiring week for them, and now that he knew Enoch was alright, it seemed like all the energy that had kept him moving rubble and fighting monsters was gone.

"Let me know if there's anything to scare away," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"You're going to sleep in here?" Enoch asked between bites. His shaking had calmed.

He was also finished with everything on the tray already.

"Let him sleep... Zett helped me a lot this week. And did his best to help you too." He said and pet the demon's head before he took the other seat next to Enoch. This is probably the most praise and credit he has ever given to a demon.

Then the archangel spotted the tray being empty already. It had been that bad...?

Zett was already drifting off, but he smiled when Lucifel patted his head.

*Enoch looks down at Zett as Lucifel spoke, his gaze following him to his other side.*

How long was it?

"About a week." He said with another yawn and rubbed his eyes. He would love to sleep as well but he too wanted to get the dirt off.

An entire week? Yeah, that was about right from the amount of time they guessed had passed.

Enoch wonders if he should even bother changing. He could wash his jeans separately but...no, they'd just be uncomfortably heavy. He gets up and wanders over to his locker, and in his worn-down state, jumps when he sees the severed hand left there, having forgotten he'd kept it. Thankfully, it hasn't rotted at all.

Better make sure that Zett wouldn't fall while he slept, Lucifel carefully shifted the demon and once he was sure he would be fine he sat down again. But he almost jumped when Enoch did, looking a little alarmed.

"What's wrong?"

"I, ah..." Yeah, he remembers why that's there now. He seems sheepish as he bends to take his sandals off.

"It's nothing."

"... Okay." The chaos was over, there wouldn't be happening anymore... and soon he could go to sleep.

Oh good, Lucifel hadn't gotten up to come see it. Enoch didn't know what he'd do if he saw he'd kept it. He knew he wasn't okay. But he doesn't want Lucifel to doubt his ability, still. So he'll just...finish undressing and close his locker. Hopefully before Lucifel sees what he's hiding in there.

At this moment he would probably only ask him why he kept a hand in his locker and if it was good for his mental health to keep such a thing in the first place. Lucifel looked at Zett, patting the little demon. He should probably get him to his room if he won't go to the sauna.

Enoch found the towels eventually and wrapped one around his waist, looking curiously at Lucifel. Was he coming too?

He would be coming as well in a bit. Since it didn't seem like Zett would wake up anytime soon, the archangel picked the demon up with one arm.

"Let me take him to his room first... I'll be back in a moment."

And with a quick flick of his fingers he's gone to tuck Zett into bed, returning a few moments later.

Enoch smiles at him as he returns.

"It's...it feels so strange."

"What feels strange...?" Lucifel tilted his head as he started to undo his shirt.

"That it's...over." Rather than go on ahead, Enoch lingered to wait for Lucifel to be ready.

"Ah..." A few moments later he has wrapped a towel around his hips as well, ready to get to the sauna.

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3rd Call - Reunion with Enoch (Backdated to September 30th)

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Hope you guys don't mind an easily-escaped monster encounter!

Nope, not at all!

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just skip my turn until something comes up!

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