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January 28th, 2008: Newark

Posted by theenochian on 2008.05.29 at 00:42

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steampunksaint at 2008-06-02 03:24 (UTC) (Link)
Stepping forward before one of his crew could do something he'd regret, Archibald said "My name is Captain Archibald Kavanaugh, at your service. What was that bit about a time machine?"
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-02 05:05 (UTC) (Link)
The Enochian nodded to Captain Kavanaugh, having long before determined his identity, even if the rest of the crew remained mostly mysteries. "Captain Kavanaugh, I know you have a time machine. Or at least, I know you have some device, some artifact, something, that let's you travel through time. Don't ask me how I know...I'm not even sure I could give you a satisfactory answer, and even if I could, I probably wouldn't want to do it right now, out here. But I've been watching you, Captain, you and your crew...I'm certain you're time travelers, and that may mean you're exactly who I need to help me."

Again, the Enochian's irises turned white, and again, he spoke in a halting monotone. "Kavanaugh. Would-be savior. Would-be hero. Would-be martyr. Strong. Unstoppable. Dangerous." Just as before, the Enochian's eyes returned to normal, and he shuddered, as if shaking off a slight chill. He then resumed looking at the crew, as if nothing had transpired.

"So, Captain Kavanaugh? Have I interested you enough, or do I have to do something really impressive?" The Enochian eyed Rhiannon and her knives warily for a moment. "Or do I have to desperately try not to get stabbed by your Celtic killing machine?"
steampunksaint at 2008-06-02 11:37 (UTC) (Link)
"Oh come now," replied Archibald, looking the man over warily. One of his hands rested lightly on the elaborate hilt of his steam-blunderbus. "She's more than a killing machine. She's an... agriculturalist... too."

Despite his attempt at being cavalier, Archibald was interested and worried. This man was obviously unstable, but he kept voicing difficult-to-come-by information almost without noticing. And Archibald absolutely HAD to find out how this "Michael" had found out about the Saint Brendan. Otherwise, it might be a security risk. "And I suppose I'd be interested in hearing a little more."
sarigoddess
sarigoddess at 2008-06-02 23:30 (UTC) (Link)
"Well, I know that I am certainly interested in learning more," said Draupadi, popping up from behind Archibald. "You look tired dear. Would you like a cup of chai?" Draupadi smiled one of her nicer smiles, with about a medium amount of glowing.
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-03 05:03 (UTC) (Link)
The Enochian swayed visibly at the appearance of Draupadi, and suddenly assumed a rigid stance. His eyes changed again, but this time, his eyes turned wholly black except for his pupils, which turned wholly white. "Draupadi. Sufferer. Myth. Fighter. Lie. Fragile. Monstrous. Sinful." The Enochian repeated that last word, slowly, in a drawn out fashion. As he did, his eyes changed color again, this time returning to a normal human state...except his irises were no longer the blue they once had been, and were now a startling shade of green.

"Sinners. All sinners. Every one." The Enochian's voice, while still technically the same, was now somehow quieter and yet much more intense. His entire posture had changed; he now looked coiled, full of strength, ready to spring and lash out if necessary. "I need you. You need me. Don't know why. Don't want it to be true. Sinners. Each of you." He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about something, and then speaks again.

"Take me to your vessel. Now."
sarigoddess
sarigoddess at 2008-06-05 23:31 (UTC) (Link)
Draupadi hmmphed. She was certainly not a sinner! Sins were declared by gods, and as she was one, sort of, then she couldn't be a sinner. So there, silly weird man.

"Why should we take you with us?" she sneered. "You're clearly unstable. And stalking us."
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-06 00:06 (UTC) (Link)
The Enochian's brilliant green eyes flashed dangerously. He made a fist with his right hand, and extended one index finger up towards the sky. The tip of his finger erupted into a brilliant, searing white hot flame. Thick snowflakes struck the flame and instantly evaporated into gas with a quick hiss.

The Enochian's green eyes burned with the same searing fire that stretched from his finger. "The Holy Flame commands it. Take me to your vessel."
steampunksaint at 2008-06-06 12:35 (UTC) (Link)
Archibald's grip on his gun tightened a little.

"Slow down there Michael. I'm not taking you anywhere until I know why I should trust you. You're not the... friendliest or most... normal man I've seen.
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-06 18:37 (UTC) (Link)
"Not Michael. Uriel." The Enochian began to move his finger in some kind of strange pattern over the snowy ground beneath him. The snow melted as he did, and slowly but surely, a symbol coalesced out of the white carpet.

"Trust me because you don't have a choice. You need me. Don't know it, but you do." He looks up, directly into Archibald's eyes, as he stops moving his finger. The pattern on the ground suddenly erupts into flame.

"I can cleanse your sins."
steampunksaint at 2008-06-11 00:54 (UTC) (Link)
Archibald shrugged.

"You've given me absolutely no reason to trust you Uriel, Michael, whoever you are. And yet you demand that I show you something many would die to get their hands on."

He turned his back, keeping a tight grip on his guns.

"My crew and I will be leaving now. If you try to follow us, we'll be forced to kill you. Please don't force us into that situation."

Archibald began to walk away, motioning for his crew to follow. He listened carefully for footsteps, so that he might turn and fire should the man decide to attack.
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-11 05:20 (UTC) (Link)
"The end of the world is not yours to stop, Captain," came the Enochian's voice from behind Archibald. "You need to understand that before you have any chance of succeeding."

As he spoke, the Enochian's eyes changed back to the pure black, with white pupils. He smiled, then, and held out his hand. The flames from the ground beneath him leaped up into his hand, and their glow caused his unnatural eyes to glint with an abyssal light.

"And as for trust...well...I'm sure there are plenty who would love to know where Archibald Kavanaugh is. I found you this time, and I can find you again. Besides..." The Enochian clenched his hand into a fist, and the fire immediately went out. "This body may be the key to power unlike anything you've ever seen. Maybe this is the moment when everything goes awry. Maybe you turn away from me, leave me here, and I'm soon found by some Chthonic entity, that proceeds to use me to end the world. You really want to take that risk?"

The Enochian suddenly stumbled forward, and fell to his knees. His eyes instantly reverted to the dark blue they had been at the start of the conversation.

"What...what happened?" He looked up and saw Archibald's back. "What...what did you do to me? Why am I on my knees?" The Enochian hefted himself to his feet, and then stared, aghast, at the scorched snow around him. "What the hell happened?"
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