towerofanimus | the devil has a sharp tongue

Characters: France and YOU.
Setting: Various
Format: Action, though I can match.
Summary: A thief in the night has Fran turning a different shade of devil.
Warnings: Manipulation, partially clothed demon!France, and other unsavory things. Gore. Bad behavior the longer the month drags out.

[ October 14th, evening ]

[ When France woke up dressed like a dashing devil, he'd thought to himself Well, it's better than last year! before getting out of bed and starting to collect candy. He could play games-- especially if the warning of 'or else' hung over his head so cheerfully. Collect candy, go about his day, look handsome... typical French routine come this time of year. With less scantily clad 'nurses', unfortunately.

The second message alerting residences that candy would be harder to come by came several days later. The 'or else' became a little more worrying in France's mind. He didn't LIKE what the tower did most of the time -- and that was on the good days where there weren't direct threats!

It's while he's sleeping on the 14th that something goes terribly awry and he's woken to being strangled by his vest. Checking the contents of his pumpkin, he realizes that half of his candy is gone. If you see him in the halls, be warned that he's a desperate man searching for over a dozen chocolates. He's not going to be all that pleasant. Deeply sorry. Care to help a man out, or is that impending doom keeping you tight-fisted?]

[ October 15th, post death ]

[ Whatever attempts France goes through on the evening of the 14th failed around the time he braved the forest. There'd been little he could find before his costume finally cinched the last breath out of him and when he wakes in the morning the situation is not a pleasant one.

It's not that he's died that bothers him the most. Not at all; he's grown a little accustomed to the idea in this place. He just..doesn't recall how he's gone from a glamorized demon to a more literal version, grotesque red skin, horns, and all. Maybe you'll spy him in the cafeteria, or roaming the halls. Maybe he's hiding away while trying to look for chocolates in hopes to cure his current ailment. He's not dangerous to stop and question yet. ]

[ Later in the month ]

[ Have a confession you need to let off your chest? A moral dilemma? Come to papa. He won't hurt you. Much. ]

(ooc: Playing it by ear here. He's not as social toward the beginning but expect that to change toward the end of month where he's set on manipulating those with weak conviction. Modest? What's that... )

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[Gilbert was going about the tower looking for candy to distribute to those who needed it, when he spotted a familiar face...]

F-France? Is that you?! [He runs up to the devil-man, shocked and full of questions.] Holy Hell, what happened to you?! Did you survive the destruction of our world too, or something? Did the destruction do this to you? What happened?!

[He's still himself the day after. Sinister looking, but himself. At Prussia's approach there are a few things going through his mind. For one, there's the innate thought that he could take advantage of this man's confusion (thanks, Tower) which he quickly pushes aside for his own confusion.]

Where have you been?! It's been months since I last saw you!

[He'd always wondered where Prussia had gone, but here you have to keep on your toes and not reflect. Which France only listens to part of the time.]

... You don't remember, do you? The tower's administrators did this to me. [mutter] I'd rather be home, destroyed or not, than here mon ami.

[NO HE'S NOT CONTEMPLATING WHY HIS FRIEND CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT.]

Wh-what? Months?! How is that possible?! It's only been... what, a few days since I came here, and before that the world was totally okay! How could the destruction of the world have happened "months" ago if I just received a notice that it was a few days ago?

[Hel-lo, now Gilbert is totally confused. How could he have been away for months if he just arrived a few days ago?]

Um... what's there to remember? I heard that some weird shit was going on with the costumes people were being forced into, but I never really expected anything like this. You're in freakishly bad shape, man.

[His friend does get a sour look at that, which might be pretty scary considering he looks like he's a lobster crossed with a burn victim.]

A word of the wise. You do not trust anybody that can do this to a person without remorse. We had costumes that were innocent enough; I looked handsome. However, if one does not collect the quota of candy they die and come back as a gruesome version of their costume. As you eloquently put it, in freakishly bad shape.

[Not like it's an exaggeration, either. Maybe he'll just sigh.]

You were here before, months ago. I didn't know where you went, but one day you just vanished. Clearly our world still exists.

Oh, believe me, I've heard enough stuff to not trust the guys running the tower. They're forcing people into costumes AND they did this to you. If I were to meet any of them, I'd run the hell away.

If I was here before, then those guys must have wiped my memory, because I don't remember a thing. That's great. [All the sarcasm in the world, there.] So let me see if I can get this straight: our world was destroyed much longer ago than I thought, and somehow I was here before. Huh.

They say it was destroyed. I say they're liars. Obviously I am biased by now, but my original mindset remains. If our world was destroyed we wouldn't exist.

Francisca was sent back 'home' before-- there was many unpleasant things but sometimes I think they just locked her away and fed her more lies. Not that I told her...

[You know. A lady that claims she's France, and for all parts is. Nodding at the last part]

We shared drinks and cursed our new home. [Ah, memories.]

That's a good point! I always kind of figured that, if the world was really ending, I'd be the first to go and not the last for a variety of reasons. It was really weird for me when I showed up without my brother because of that. There must be some connection keeping us alive, still.

...Who's Francisca? One of your newest ladies? [He's teasing, of course.]

the devil has a sharp tongue

Let's make it the 15th.

oh I'm late aslkd

It's okay!

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