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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."
Floor 1
When he sees the newcomer(?), he smiles and sits down near her. He doesn't recognize her considering most of their significant conversations had been via text, but he might as well help get her up to speed.*
You seem to be taking things well.
*Not many would be calmly reading, after all. It's what makes her question how new she actually is here.*
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[She tucks a napkin into her book to mark her place.]
As it stands, I'm more surprised about the smoke and the timer on the terminals...
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*He bites into one of the nutrition bars. He doesn't particularly care about their flavor or lack thereof, really. He has the patience to sit through these months. He was just feeling anxious about something else entirely and trying to take his mind off it.*
The countdown...ah. *...Partially also his fault.*
We managed to damage the power cores. That's an indicator of how much time we have until all the power drains out.
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You're braver than I am. I wouldn't even try.
[The smile fades after a second, though.]
I see. They really did bring a lot of us back to see the end of things here, didn't they?
Not that it's a bad thing. If it gives us a last chance to revive dead worlds...
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*A sudden pause, and he lowers his voice. He doesn't want anyone down below realizing they can find out where they go to get to the secret room, after all.*
We've found what Dax wanted us to find.
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The name clicks, and she nods.]
I'm glad. I really am.
[With that, she pushes her bowl of oatmeal away; she's had enough of it for now.]
...I think we must have talked via the terminals before. Patchouli Knowledge.
[She extends a hand.]
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Enoch. It's nice to meet you.
*Though his memory of past network conversations wasn't so detailed as to recall what the initials of the people he was talking to were, so he still doesn't know which conversation it was he'd had with her.*
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[Her memory is fuzzy because of the time she spent on a dead world, but some conversations have stuck.]
...did I explain Tarot cards to you? I feel like I did. Forgive my fuzzy memory.
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I remember. So that conversation was with you. You struck me as being a wise person.
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It was.
[Patchouli tilts her head a bit, thinking.]
I've studied all my life; it's been the one constant. It's always a good thing to share that knowledge, as best I can.
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I would love that. I'm sure there's a lot I've missed out on since I've been away.
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*Enoch gets up and waits for her to do the same, before leading her towards the elevator.*
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As long as ever, I assume?
[Patchouli doesn't particularly care about finishing the oatmeal, though. She'll leave it where it is.]
Still, it's better than taking the stairs.
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[She tilts her head to the right, humming.]
It makes sense to conserve energy by not adding more levels, but it's definitely strange that he's being odd about the food. I wonder what he's actually up to.
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*More worrying is the lack of response to the request box. That makes him wonder... Had something happened to him? Had Ruana found out he'd helped them? Or was something else going on?*
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[The elevator arrives just then, and she waits for the doors to open.]
Two months...the time limit is more worrying than anything else.
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A lot can happen in a week, let alone eight. I'm confident in our strength.
*The specifics will have to wait until they're away from the cameras, again.*
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I'm a lot more positive about things than I normally would be, given the situation. It feels a lot different than before, at least. That's something, in and of itself.
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When the elevator reaches the 101st floor, he leads Patchouli towards the sapling in the middle. It turns out, there's a teleporter hidden under that glamour.*
The workers with the damaged collars are our allies. This is where they - and we - may hide, free from the eyes and ears of our hosts.