A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and Lucifel, and anyone who would visit his room too. Just let me know! Also, Enoch and Lancer.
Setting: Dorm 3-18 backdated to November 1st, Floor 62 backdated to December 1st
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch has had something very unpleasant happen to him as a punishment for too many failed riddles. That is an understatement. Also, he and Lancer agreed to a sparring match.
Warnings: Talk of being flayed may happen if you press for information. (If this is one of your listed squicks I'll actively avoid it coming up), maybe blood or broken limbs in the sparring match? There is a tangent involving sexual discussion.


Dorm 3-18, November 1st


He woke with a scream.

Or tried to. In his sleep paralysis it was only a choked sound as he stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. Unable to move or speak, all he had was the nightmare he'd just lived, punctuated by Eleven's shrill screaming. All he had was that he was not in pain. Parts of him were still numb from revival, but he was not in pain.

An involuntary, low, distressed moan was what told him he could move again. Shaking and pale, he pushed himself up. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his gaze was unfocused, glazed-over. He raised a hand, still numb and tingling, and pressed it to his own chest. With something between a laugh and a sob, he curled up on himself, a tight human ball on the bed.

Unlike the time that had given him such an adverse reaction, there was nothing driving him to keep going. Only the horror of what had happened.


Floor 62, December 1st

The beach had always been a calming place for him. That is, until his return to Meridian. As he waited for Lancer, he watched the waves, arms folded as his thoughts wandered. Mostly, they wandered to Armaros, and their time in Meridian. Time spent there, he on a large dune watching as Armaros swam.

And now, he was here. Torn apart. In so much pain he could only blame him.

A nautilus shell washed up against his foot. He bent down to pick it up, idly playing with it as he waited for Lancer, stewing in his own thoughts.

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer hadn't expected Enoch to crash down on top of him. As a result, he makes no attempt to dodge until it's too late. As Enoch knocks him over, his grounded leg buckles into a strange angle and ends up pinned under their two bodies.]

Fuck!

[Even as Enoch is trying to stand, Lancer is trying to roll over to somehow get his leg back into a position that won't result in any dislocated bones.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch isn't making any move to attack, himself, feeling down his leg for any sign of a broken bone. Luckily, he's made of tougher stuff than that (again, being forcibly slammed into concrete from above a modern skyline), no way the one strongest bone in the human body is going to break that easily when it's his. Nerves, on the other hand, are proving a little slower to recover, and it takes him a moment more to find a stable stance again.*

Are you all right?

[puppy_lancer]

[After some squirming, Lancer has straightened his leg back out. While his bones are in no danger of breaking, his patella has been dislocated. He has to pop it back into place before pulling his leg straight. It's a risky method for humans, but as a Servant, he has the ability to heal from this sort of wound.]

[Still, it doesn't help the pain. And his leg is still wobbly as he tries to stand on it. As a result, he leans heavily on his good leg.]

Fine. Just give me a moment to rest up.

And you? Are you okay?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods.* I'll be fine. I need to rest a moment, as well.

*If for nothing else than to make sure there was nothing hiding beneath the adrenaline rush.*

[puppy_lancer]

[Hearing that, Lancer sits down on the sand, stretching his legs out. He pats the area next to him.]

Then come on. Let's get a proper rest.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch joins him, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.*

That was...unexpected. *He can't say he's ever seen anyone try to kick him out of a diving kick before.*

[puppy_lancer]

I'd say.

[He rubs at his knee. He can't say he's ever dislocated a leg from someone landing on him before.]

[warriorscribe]

Why didn't you try to get out of the way?

*He's honestly curious. Was he normally strong enough to do this?*

[puppy_lancer]

...I thought it would be cooler like that. Besides, it's not something that never happens when Servants fight. Usually only one of us would be getting downed by that, though. Depends on who can hit first.

[warriorscribe]

Is it? *A tired little chuckle.* Just the wrong sort of timing, I suppose...

[puppy_lancer]

Either you were too quick or I was too slow.

[He laughs.]

Kinda funny, really.

[warriorscribe]

So every time that happens between two of you, it must be perfectly timed?

*Sounds like a hassle, but it must look awesome when they manage to actually pull it off. That's something Enoch can appreciate.*

[puppy_lancer]

Not always. Just something that happens when you're lucky.

[Then again, E-rank luck...]

[warriorscribe]

Perhaps I'll get to see it. *Hopefully not on the receiving end of it.*

[puppy_lancer]

Maybe if my brother and I spar. Or if I spar with Archer. Just don't get dizzy when seeing us move.

[warriorscribe]

If my first ride on a motorcycle didn't disorient me, I doubt anything will.

*Don't say that too loudly, Enoch, Riki might take you up on that challenge.*

[puppy_lancer]

What, did you have too much trouble steering? Were the roads scary?

[warriorscribe]

I had Azazel's machines chasing me the entire time.

*He'd honestly do pretty well on modern roads.*

[puppy_lancer]

Sounds exciting. How'd you shake them off?

[warriorscribe]

I didn't, so much as I destroyed what passed me and used the motorcycle itself as a weapon or shield as I needed.

[puppy_lancer]

[He gives an impressed whistle.]

Sounds exciting.

...So why don't you have a motorcycle here?

[warriorscribe]

I suppose it's because they never gave me one? I'm not certain how I could use one here anyway. I don't think one can ride down stairs.

[puppy_lancer]

...It would make for a bumpy ride, wouldn't it? But it might be good for some of the floors.

[warriorscribe]

Which ones?

*Honestly, even the expansive floors have a lot of obstacles or uneven ground. He can't imagine it would run very well on sand, so that rules out using it to explore the desert...*

[puppy_lancer]

Uh...the cafeteria? You could use all the tables as ramps...