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towerofanimus2014-04-18 05:01 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2014-04-18 05:01 pm
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At what cost?
Characters: Enoch and open
Setting: Various places throughout the month
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch returns to the tower, tries to make the nutrition bars taste better, starts a fire, and then gets a reveal shoved in his face.
Warnings: Angst in a few prompts? Also the world's shittiest hooks I'm sorry.
Room 1-20, Apr 1
When the others had begun dropping, one by one, Enoch had worried, was their time up? Had they dawdled too long? Were they all going to die out there?
But then he was in a familiar bed, in familiar steel walls. His body felt right for him again, and he sat up to look down at glamoured skin and...there was something on his nightstand. It looked like a circlet or a crown, except the front was clearly a visor. He reached over for it - the Eyes of Truth - and the note with it. One that simply said, I'm sorry. Holding the Eyes of Truth in both hands, he shifted to sit on the edge of his bed, and looked around the room. England and Sealand had made it back safely, too. So...it had only been Zo bringing them back.
"That was...certainly an adventure."
Floor 101, Floor 1, Apr 10
So what does one do when one's begun to suspect an imminent betrayal? If you answered "find a distraction", you'd be right. Enoch is once again climbing trees, fig trees, apple trees, anything with a fruit he recognizes. He's not attempting to scale the date palm, though. He's finally run out of gauze to make ropes from. The thing lasted him nearly two years. You might find yourself sharing an elevator with him and a pillowcase full of fruit.
This is because he's headed for the kitchen to make a syrup out of them. Except an electric stovetop is quite different from a fire. Speaking of which, he's got one of those now. It's just not under control. Yep, he's started a kitchen fire. In at least three pots. Maybe he should have just stuck to what he knows...
Secret Floor, Apr 16
It had been set up. It had been a lie. The man he believed had saved him from one of the worst moments of his life here had set it up himself.
Enoch clutched a small pillow lightly in his lap, his fingertips worrying at the fabric unconsciously. The betrayal had run deeper than suspected, longer than suspected. And his own ignorance of it, his own willingness to help, had endangered everyone in this room. He should be angry. He should be seething, at being used. But no. He's just disappointed. He's just guilty. He sought Riki out himself. There was nothing that prompted him to do this but his own desire to take a stand and make progress, and join everyone together in a fight for their futures. He needs to do something. But it was that very thought that did this.
At the very least. At the very least, Riki now knew Ruana was at fault for destroying the worlds. He could only hope there was good in him yet.
What could he do now, after he'd messed up so badly, but hope?
Floor 74, Apr 17
Enoch wandered the underwater cavern, arms folded tightly across his chest. Armaros...this floor reminded him of him most. And now...now, could he have ruined their chances? He lay on his back in the wet sand, staring up at the rippling patterns of blue light from far away.
"You're a schemer...you're a liar..." He folded his arms over his stomach. "But you're quite an artist. What have you done with the monsters, Riki? I should have been attacked by now."
Setting: Various places throughout the month
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch returns to the tower, tries to make the nutrition bars taste better, starts a fire, and then gets a reveal shoved in his face.
Warnings: Angst in a few prompts? Also the world's shittiest hooks I'm sorry.
Room 1-20, Apr 1
When the others had begun dropping, one by one, Enoch had worried, was their time up? Had they dawdled too long? Were they all going to die out there?
But then he was in a familiar bed, in familiar steel walls. His body felt right for him again, and he sat up to look down at glamoured skin and...there was something on his nightstand. It looked like a circlet or a crown, except the front was clearly a visor. He reached over for it - the Eyes of Truth - and the note with it. One that simply said, I'm sorry. Holding the Eyes of Truth in both hands, he shifted to sit on the edge of his bed, and looked around the room. England and Sealand had made it back safely, too. So...it had only been Zo bringing them back.
"That was...certainly an adventure."
Floor 101, Floor 1, Apr 10
So what does one do when one's begun to suspect an imminent betrayal? If you answered "find a distraction", you'd be right. Enoch is once again climbing trees, fig trees, apple trees, anything with a fruit he recognizes. He's not attempting to scale the date palm, though. He's finally run out of gauze to make ropes from. The thing lasted him nearly two years. You might find yourself sharing an elevator with him and a pillowcase full of fruit.
This is because he's headed for the kitchen to make a syrup out of them. Except an electric stovetop is quite different from a fire. Speaking of which, he's got one of those now. It's just not under control. Yep, he's started a kitchen fire. In at least three pots. Maybe he should have just stuck to what he knows...
Secret Floor, Apr 16
It had been set up. It had been a lie. The man he believed had saved him from one of the worst moments of his life here had set it up himself.
Enoch clutched a small pillow lightly in his lap, his fingertips worrying at the fabric unconsciously. The betrayal had run deeper than suspected, longer than suspected. And his own ignorance of it, his own willingness to help, had endangered everyone in this room. He should be angry. He should be seething, at being used. But no. He's just disappointed. He's just guilty. He sought Riki out himself. There was nothing that prompted him to do this but his own desire to take a stand and make progress, and join everyone together in a fight for their futures. He needs to do something. But it was that very thought that did this.
At the very least. At the very least, Riki now knew Ruana was at fault for destroying the worlds. He could only hope there was good in him yet.
What could he do now, after he'd messed up so badly, but hope?
Floor 74, Apr 17
Enoch wandered the underwater cavern, arms folded tightly across his chest. Armaros...this floor reminded him of him most. And now...now, could he have ruined their chances? He lay on his back in the wet sand, staring up at the rippling patterns of blue light from far away.
"You're a schemer...you're a liar..." He folded his arms over his stomach. "But you're quite an artist. What have you done with the monsters, Riki? I should have been attacked by now."
No worries, I got it. XD;
[It had been enough to say that there had been the same decay, Lucifel remembered too well what it was like.]
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It felt...I was too big for my body. It was as if it could only contain me for so long before it fell apart, and I couldn't summon my armor...
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*Well. It seemed they were right. He shakes his head.*
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[They would have to act faster now. They only have little time left.]
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It was lonely in here, wasn't it? How long was it? Without the sun...
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It feels longer than it having happened just yesterday... it was some time for sure.
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[He chuckles and returns the nudge.]
This? Well, it's not really mine to begin with...
[He hands it to Enoch.]
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Which makes sense, because that is absolutely his handwriting. He can't remember writing any of this, but it's there, a description of endless stairs, of passing out and waking to be greeted by an angel with a "curt manner", who he notes will be revealed to him as Lucifel, his instructor and superior; the overeager, slightly off Ezekiel... He described her as slim, though. Interesting. He supposes it's good she's living well, at least, even if what she's doing is wrong.
He closes the book when it turns to days on end of tedium; the mundane routine of life, and hands it back to Lucifel.*
...The first book I wrote in?
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[Lucifel takes the book from him and looks at it for a moment, then back at the scribe.]
We haven't met on good terms, have we?
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*Of course, now he knows why, thanks to the thing that possessed Rick. But that's all over now. Everything will be fine, once they restore their worlds.*
I'm glad we became friends anyway.
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[The archangel smiles back at him and gives his shoulder a squeeze.]
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He'd slept, thanks to Zo, but he was still hungry and thirsty. Assuming neither of the resident nations had anything to say or were still asleep or had left already...*
Let's go down for some food, shall we?
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[There was just one more thing Lucifel wants to do before they leave, so he gets up first and carefully stores away the journal in his trunk.]
We can go.
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Is Zo all right now?
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[No comment on the arm around his shoulders. Actually he seems to be fine with it for now.]
Let's hope it stays that way.
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*He asks when they're in the elevator and thus not near a terminal to check.*
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[Had he been checking the terminals? Well, who knows.]
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*He watches the screen indicate their progress downward.* ...I sent him that gift I asked you for, though, and there was no reply...
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[They would be surprised once they got to the cafeteria.]
Really?
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*It's still odd. Everyone else had responded so far.*
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[It might be just a feeling he has, but it didn't sit right with him.]
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*And then the doors to the cafeteria open. The lack of any cooking smells gets Enoch's attention and he looks to the counter.
That doesn't bode well...*
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... This can't be true...
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