Enoch (
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Gather around
*It's a recorded video. Enoch stands before the terminal. He eyes the screen before taking a breath and beginning to speak.*
Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?
In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...
*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*
They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.
*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*
But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.
That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.
*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?
In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...
*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*
They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.
*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*
But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.
That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.
*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
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[The sarcasm is at 150% after all this shit.]
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I have a story that I would like to share with you, if you are willing to listen to it.
[She doesn't know him, but she can guess from his actions that he is one of Zelda's allies. And if that's true, he is someone she can trust.]
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Do you really think there's a value in putting faith in prophecy?
They only happen if people make them so. The only prophecy worth following is the one you make with your own will.
If you're going to pick something to inspire with, then chose a story where fate is defied, not followed to its ending.
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*Sorry if you focused on a minor point, bro. Enoch's patience needs a little recharge after so much has happened.*
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Should I tell a story?
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video and holy tl;dr batman I'm sorry for this absurd notif
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[He knows this might not be the time for it, but if they did, it might be a little like his home. How people would sit around the hearth and tell stories to each other after a meal.]
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*What better way to rebel in this situation than...do something totally normal.*
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Thank you for telling us. So, even if we fail, those who come after us or those who stand beside us will hear of our struggle and carry on our work. That's..rather hopeful. I like it.
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...N-no. There's no room for failure here, Tohko. The people here and the people that come are the only ones that can act, and if we fail, there is no carrying on to be done.
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Nice story. Did this really happen, or is this one of those allegory things where the Freemen are us or something?
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Both, only so far as we make of it.
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Some things really are that open to interpretation.
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I rather like what you've said. Be assured I will be among those who do everything possible to ensure that it is not, indeed, death that awaits us.
One must admit it is strange, however, that actual towers seem to be so ominous in nature across multiple worlds.
*Is he trying to joke to refocus after that patience-trying behavior of Ruana's, or is he serious about that? Who knows.*
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[Your nostalgia-buddy is not impressed.]
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Ha.
[Bitter, half-broken laughter is something, right? It's a start.]
Always, dark towers. Always, those bright and shining few who come and throw the towers down. So this one will fall, too, you say?
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Do you want to hear a story, too?
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*No, really. Symbols, as in the Tarot example Patchouli gave, those were one thing. But what was it with actual towers having this pattern across disparate worlds? If she's sounding so weary because of her own experience, that would make this the fourth such tower referenced here.
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...But that doesn't matter. What sort of man would I be if I told my story and then didn't let anyone else tell theirs?
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