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towerofanimus2014-04-18 05:01 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2014-04-18 05:01 pm
Entry tags:
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."
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"We've made a better situation of it than we might have thought."
Then again, he's not so sure of that anymore. Something isn't sitting right with him. But he's got to show everyone the good they've done.
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Di gave a huge relieving sigh "I am so glad that is not the case. It must be because of so many people rallying for one just cause!"
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He leads her to the elevator and hits the button for floor 101. There's something there he has to show to everyone he meets that doesn't already know...
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"Stay perfectly in step with me."
So that way he won't just vanish in front of her when he inevitably steps onto the teleporter that takes them to the secret room. He gives Disciple a moment to take it all in, because it's certainly a sight - metal walls and furniture (someone has supplied the room with cushions since) - paper taped to the walls, a table strewn with notes... And retrieval and worker units, with chipped collars, going about various tasks.
"This place is safe from the eyes and ears of our hosts."