Questions and Answers

[smoothangel]

Who: Enoch and Armaros
When: 37th day, late evening
Where: Southern edge of the residential area, close to the 'wall' on the east side.
Rating: PG
Summary: Armaros gets back from his accidental foray into the second level, can barely handle the after-effects in his condition, and Enoch finally gets some questions answered (maybe).

Comments

[warriorscribe]

By the time twelve hours had passed, "worry" was an understatement. Armaros had seemed to get better over the past couple of days, why was he sleeping for so long now?

He needed to eat. Enoch felt bad enough for eating a meal without him. He approached the large bed and gently shook the angel by the shoulder.

"Armaros?"

[smoothangel]

The only thing to happen was semi-mumbling. It wasn't even the decent, self-respecting mumbling that one does in their sleep, just something that was half those odd noises and half dead silence. Other than that, nothing.

Try again?

[warriorscribe]

Enoch shifted his weight uncomfortably. This was extremely worrying, to say the least. He shook Armaros a bit harder, the beginnings of panic starting to well up in his gut.

"Armaros, you're starting to worry me."

[smoothangel]

Eventually, Armaros started groaning and moving a bit, as if in response to Enoch's shaking.

"Mnn-nnn." As if he were still trying to talk like normal.