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towerofanimus2014-02-16 11:50 pm
brbtalkingtogod) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-16 11:50 pm
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6th Call - Hey, you prayed too, right?
Characters: Lucifel and you!
Setting: 5th February; Room 3-18, Graveyard, Libraries, Infirmary and Cafeteria
Format: Starting with prose, then going with the flow.
Summary: Lucifel returns to the Tower after having been in his dead home world for some time and learns about the latest events.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of dead home world bodies and this month's menu (aka gore)
A
It was the same everywhere. Heaven, Earth, even different centuries, no matter where Lucifel went, the scenery was the same. The world he used to know as a bright, colorful place had turned into a dark realm covered in destruction and death. Wherever he looked, there were bodies over bodies, all of them in a condition that would be burned in his mind.
It couldn't be true. The archangel refused to accept this to be reality. So he went to search for those he knew. They couldn't all be dead. There had to be survivors.
But his wishful thinking was to be shattered. All those important to him, Enoch, his brother Michael, his dear and precious twin, not one trace not life was left in either of them and he was aghast at the sight.
Perhaps... perhaps it was all just a very, very disturbing prank of His. With a flick of his fingers he brought both bodies together and reached for his cellphone. And there came no answer.
Lucifel fell on his knees, desperately clinging onto his phone with both hands. "Answer... answer me! Answer me and tell me it's one of your dumb pranks! You, the Almighty, Creator of Everything can't actually have wanted this! You can't... You CAN'T BE DEAD!" He curled up into a ball, loud sobs escaping him.
"You said we couldn't 'feel'... so why... why am I this way right now?!"
And he woke up in his bed, screaming in terror and tears running down his face.
B
Lucifel stared in shock at the spot the scribe had been just a moment ago. Enoch... he had been there, just a moment ago. The archangel started to panic when he couldn't feel his soul around. No. He couldn't be gone. Not him, not Enoch.
He didn't think much when he snapped his fingers in order to get to the Graveyard. With quick steps he passed each and every stone, looking for evidence that he wasn't gone. As long as Enoch's name wasn't on one of the stones... as long as it was that way he was still here. He wouldn't be alone.
C (You can choose to meet him at either of the libraries OR the infirmary)
After the shock had subsided somewhat Lucifel would be traveling between the libraries and infirmary. The archangel tried to calm down and distract himself by doing a bit of research. About sickness, especially colds and what to do against them.
At the libraries he would be looking around, searching for books that explained what to do when one was sick.
While he was at the infirmary he would occasionally approach other people. "Hey, mind telling me what humans usually do when they have a cold?"
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Once the day was about over he finally noticed that he had been hungry the entire time. In all honesty, food had been the last thing on his mind, but he didn't want to faint from not having eaten anything either.
His appetite quickly vanished when he saw what was served for dinner. Hearts. Human hearts. If it hadn't been for his stomach being empty, then Lucifel would have vomited. Everything looked like it was in the shape of a heart or related to hearts in someway, like when he...
Realization hit him a moment after.
He had been in the Tower for a year now.
Setting: 5th February; Room 3-18, Graveyard, Libraries, Infirmary and Cafeteria
Format: Starting with prose, then going with the flow.
Summary: Lucifel returns to the Tower after having been in his dead home world for some time and learns about the latest events.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of dead home world bodies and this month's menu (aka gore)
A
It was the same everywhere. Heaven, Earth, even different centuries, no matter where Lucifel went, the scenery was the same. The world he used to know as a bright, colorful place had turned into a dark realm covered in destruction and death. Wherever he looked, there were bodies over bodies, all of them in a condition that would be burned in his mind.
It couldn't be true. The archangel refused to accept this to be reality. So he went to search for those he knew. They couldn't all be dead. There had to be survivors.
But his wishful thinking was to be shattered. All those important to him, Enoch, his brother Michael, his dear and precious twin, not one trace not life was left in either of them and he was aghast at the sight.
Perhaps... perhaps it was all just a very, very disturbing prank of His. With a flick of his fingers he brought both bodies together and reached for his cellphone. And there came no answer.
Lucifel fell on his knees, desperately clinging onto his phone with both hands. "Answer... answer me! Answer me and tell me it's one of your dumb pranks! You, the Almighty, Creator of Everything can't actually have wanted this! You can't... You CAN'T BE DEAD!" He curled up into a ball, loud sobs escaping him.
"You said we couldn't 'feel'... so why... why am I this way right now?!"
And he woke up in his bed, screaming in terror and tears running down his face.
B
Lucifel stared in shock at the spot the scribe had been just a moment ago. Enoch... he had been there, just a moment ago. The archangel started to panic when he couldn't feel his soul around. No. He couldn't be gone. Not him, not Enoch.
He didn't think much when he snapped his fingers in order to get to the Graveyard. With quick steps he passed each and every stone, looking for evidence that he wasn't gone. As long as Enoch's name wasn't on one of the stones... as long as it was that way he was still here. He wouldn't be alone.
C (You can choose to meet him at either of the libraries OR the infirmary)
After the shock had subsided somewhat Lucifel would be traveling between the libraries and infirmary. The archangel tried to calm down and distract himself by doing a bit of research. About sickness, especially colds and what to do against them.
At the libraries he would be looking around, searching for books that explained what to do when one was sick.
While he was at the infirmary he would occasionally approach other people. "Hey, mind telling me what humans usually do when they have a cold?"
D
Once the day was about over he finally noticed that he had been hungry the entire time. In all honesty, food had been the last thing on his mind, but he didn't want to faint from not having eaten anything either.
His appetite quickly vanished when he saw what was served for dinner. Hearts. Human hearts. If it hadn't been for his stomach being empty, then Lucifel would have vomited. Everything looked like it was in the shape of a heart or related to hearts in someway, like when he...
Realization hit him a moment after.
He had been in the Tower for a year now.
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"... And what if they keep vanishing and reappearing?"
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Stupid heroic idiot uncle.
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"I wish he'd think things through for once..."
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