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towerofanimus2013-11-12 10:03 pm
monstrueux) wrote in towerofanimus2013-11-12 10:03 pm
You're the one that they used to hate but they like you now [OPEN]
Characters: Caster/Gilles de Rais and YOU
Setting: Throughout the Tower
Format: Action, but will match
Summary: Gilles arrives in the Tower and goes exploring.
Warnings: Blood, gore, monster death. Mentions of murder, Gilles' crimes. Also, Gilles is an unpleasant person and his permissions post is here. (Although at his current canon point, Gilles is somewhat altered, having had a revelatory experience.) Let me know if there are subjects I should avoid, or if you'd prefer to avoid tagging with Gilles altogether. It's cool! I'm also reusing a couple prompts from my test drive thread. If anyone wants to continue anything we started there, let me know.
Room 1-10 & dormitory floors:
What have I--
[Gilles starts awake, eyes snapping open, tears streaming down his face.]
--done?
[That was what he was going to say, wasn't it? What have I done? It's suddenly difficult to remember, although he can yet see, clearly, his vision of Jeanne at the cathedral. Radiant, beautiful Jeanne, standing at Charles' right hand as he'd stood at Charles' left. How is is he here? Where is he? He doesn't know. Where is she? Where is Jeanne? He has to find her. Nothing else matters. He doesn't care about anything else. She was with him, moments ago. She must be here! Gilles rises from his bed, then heads out into the hallways, searching for her.]
Jeanne?
floor 1 (cafeteria):
[It's a good thing Gilles doesn't have to eat. Since he hasn't actually read any information, he knows nothing about the oatmeal. Fortunately, he doesn't try to consume anything yet. No, instead of eating, he's busy in the kitchen, curiously and furiously moving ingredients around, filling pots and pans and turning the oven on. What he's doing can't exactly be called "cooking" so much as "making a huge mess". The tomato soup splattered everywhere is certainly alarming, although the tiny pasta alphabet letters dotting the walls and floor add a whimsical touch.
It's not that he's not looking for Jeanne, he's just been temporarily distracted. Everything here is so strange and new to him! And his constant urge to cause chaos is difficult to resist.]
floor 13 (cathedral):
[Gilles has noticed that he is unable to summon his monsters. The reason for this must be simple. He he hasn't made the necessary sacrifices in this place. They require flesh and blood to summon. All his old work was destroyed, or used up in his final act.
He hesitates, but in the end decides that he will do it. He will make his sacrifices. He finds these creatures, these monsters, and he determines that they will do for now. He has a place for the ritual already chosen: the cathedral he found. Where else? The altar draws him. He regards it with a mixture of love and loathing, fascination and revulsion, and in the end, he is driven to defile it. That is what he does. In the end, perhaps he cannot change what he's become.
He catches and maims the creatures, then kills them in this holy place. When his grisly work is done, both Gilles and the altar are covered in blood. Viscera are strewn across the floor. Bones litter the nave. It's impossible to tell, judging by what's left, what exactly was slaughtered there. The huge man, nearly seven feet tall, stands gazing at the stained glass windows, blood dripping from his robes.]
floor 28 (music floor):
[It's no surprise to hear music playing on this floor. It's often the case that the instruments will play by themselves. Yet this time, the music is exceptionally loud. That is thanks to Gilles, dressed in his voluminous robes, standing at the pipe organ. The pipe organ, which he has no idea how to play, as is evident from the assortment of sounds he coaxes out of it. If anyone needed further proof that Gilles de Rais is a sadist, well--here it is.]
floor 45 (observatory):
[Gilles hardly notices the glass walls and the skittering creatures. Skittering creatures are old news to Gilles. He has other things to think about.
If there's one thing he can't understand, it's why he has his armor. It's the very same armor that he wore during the war, when he served France so loyally, fighting at the side of Jeanne d'Arc. Black and dull, it makes the huge man look even larger (not that his robes don't do the same). He stares down at his armored hands, frowning. He has his sword, too. The sword his grandfather refused to leave to him in his will. He takes it in his hands, studying the blade of the longsword as he swings it experimentally through the air.
He remembers that bright light, washing over him, but now that he has come to this new Hell, he is not sure what to think. His thoughts are erratic, unreliable, but he tries. So for the moment, Gilles looks relatively subdued: a tall, dark, and gloomy knight casting a reflection in the glass. His swollen eyes protrude from his face less than usual.
Why, why does he have such objects? Surely he is not meant to be a knight again. Not the monster Gilles de Rais.]
Setting: Throughout the Tower
Format: Action, but will match
Summary: Gilles arrives in the Tower and goes exploring.
Warnings: Blood, gore, monster death. Mentions of murder, Gilles' crimes. Also, Gilles is an unpleasant person and his permissions post is here. (Although at his current canon point, Gilles is somewhat altered, having had a revelatory experience.) Let me know if there are subjects I should avoid, or if you'd prefer to avoid tagging with Gilles altogether. It's cool! I'm also reusing a couple prompts from my test drive thread. If anyone wants to continue anything we started there, let me know.
Room 1-10 & dormitory floors:
What have I--
[Gilles starts awake, eyes snapping open, tears streaming down his face.]
--done?
[That was what he was going to say, wasn't it? What have I done? It's suddenly difficult to remember, although he can yet see, clearly, his vision of Jeanne at the cathedral. Radiant, beautiful Jeanne, standing at Charles' right hand as he'd stood at Charles' left. How is is he here? Where is he? He doesn't know. Where is she? Where is Jeanne? He has to find her. Nothing else matters. He doesn't care about anything else. She was with him, moments ago. She must be here! Gilles rises from his bed, then heads out into the hallways, searching for her.]
Jeanne?
floor 1 (cafeteria):
[It's a good thing Gilles doesn't have to eat. Since he hasn't actually read any information, he knows nothing about the oatmeal. Fortunately, he doesn't try to consume anything yet. No, instead of eating, he's busy in the kitchen, curiously and furiously moving ingredients around, filling pots and pans and turning the oven on. What he's doing can't exactly be called "cooking" so much as "making a huge mess". The tomato soup splattered everywhere is certainly alarming, although the tiny pasta alphabet letters dotting the walls and floor add a whimsical touch.
It's not that he's not looking for Jeanne, he's just been temporarily distracted. Everything here is so strange and new to him! And his constant urge to cause chaos is difficult to resist.]
floor 13 (cathedral):
[Gilles has noticed that he is unable to summon his monsters. The reason for this must be simple. He he hasn't made the necessary sacrifices in this place. They require flesh and blood to summon. All his old work was destroyed, or used up in his final act.
He hesitates, but in the end decides that he will do it. He will make his sacrifices. He finds these creatures, these monsters, and he determines that they will do for now. He has a place for the ritual already chosen: the cathedral he found. Where else? The altar draws him. He regards it with a mixture of love and loathing, fascination and revulsion, and in the end, he is driven to defile it. That is what he does. In the end, perhaps he cannot change what he's become.
He catches and maims the creatures, then kills them in this holy place. When his grisly work is done, both Gilles and the altar are covered in blood. Viscera are strewn across the floor. Bones litter the nave. It's impossible to tell, judging by what's left, what exactly was slaughtered there. The huge man, nearly seven feet tall, stands gazing at the stained glass windows, blood dripping from his robes.]
floor 28 (music floor):
[It's no surprise to hear music playing on this floor. It's often the case that the instruments will play by themselves. Yet this time, the music is exceptionally loud. That is thanks to Gilles, dressed in his voluminous robes, standing at the pipe organ. The pipe organ, which he has no idea how to play, as is evident from the assortment of sounds he coaxes out of it. If anyone needed further proof that Gilles de Rais is a sadist, well--here it is.]
floor 45 (observatory):
[Gilles hardly notices the glass walls and the skittering creatures. Skittering creatures are old news to Gilles. He has other things to think about.
If there's one thing he can't understand, it's why he has his armor. It's the very same armor that he wore during the war, when he served France so loyally, fighting at the side of Jeanne d'Arc. Black and dull, it makes the huge man look even larger (not that his robes don't do the same). He stares down at his armored hands, frowning. He has his sword, too. The sword his grandfather refused to leave to him in his will. He takes it in his hands, studying the blade of the longsword as he swings it experimentally through the air.
He remembers that bright light, washing over him, but now that he has come to this new Hell, he is not sure what to think. His thoughts are erratic, unreliable, but he tries. So for the moment, Gilles looks relatively subdued: a tall, dark, and gloomy knight casting a reflection in the glass. His swollen eyes protrude from his face less than usual.
Why, why does he have such objects? Surely he is not meant to be a knight again. Not the monster Gilles de Rais.]
floor 13
[She doesn't walk, instead gliding nearer in the air to where he stands, the sound of her movements further hushed the unnatural quiet of this floor. When she comes to a halt, she perches on top of the back of the front-most pew, curled up and balanced on her forefeet.]
Did you enjoy yourself? [She calls out to him, her chin resting on the tops of her knees. As usual, her true appearance is concealed.]
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Hmm, no. It did not please me.
[It's not only that the violence has lost some of its savor in the residual glow of the light... No. There's more to it than that.]
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[For a moment, her head pivots this way and that as she looks the scene over again. When she feels satisfied with her examination, her eyes settle on him once more.]
Then why?
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Part of him believes he should resist these urges, but at the same time, he feels endlessly drawn to them. He is powerless to resist them. He aches with it. His memory of Jeanne and of Charles' coronation burns within him. He hardly knows what to think anymore.
Can this creature--this demon--understand? Can anyone? He does not know.]
They are senseless beasts. They do not understand despair. So their pain has no taste.
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[And he's currently very aware of the fact of how wretched this makes him, studying the carnage with a sigh.]
I thought I might enjoy this, but the pleasure was hollow. I have no need for food. God has stripped me of all physical want.
I did it to make sacrifice!
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[She nearly asks this, not being particularly able to empathize with the rest of what he says, but then his last remark distracts her.]
"Make sacrifice"?
[She blinks, cocking her head as she asks.]
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He nods.]
Yes, let us see!
[He mutters to himself, those magic words, taught to him by Prelati: Cthulhu fhtagn. At once, one of his tentacle monsters appears in the air beside him. It waves its long, barbed arms, spewing poison into the air.]
So there you are... [Gilles reaches a hand out to it.] yes, it seems I am still a creature of the devil, not of God.
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Hey, is this a familiar? Are you a magician? A youkai magician?
[It makes sense to her! He's clearly something other than human, and in her world, human magicians become youkai as they master magic that removes the body's need to eat.]
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[Gilles is going to roll with it, even though he doesn't know quite what she's talking about.]
I am something of the kind, and yes, it is a familiar.
[He nods, smiling. Of course such a beautiful infernal creature wouldn't fear his monster!]
And are you a demon?
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[That seems to excite her. She moves in close, her eyes wide as she looks up at him. Unseen or not, her wings wag behind her.]
All the other youkai that were here are gone now, I think.
[She informs him of this gravely. It's lonely, being on her own. Though she has met a demon recently...]
I'm a great and famous monster, feared and hated by humans!
[The declaration is more prideful than anything. Youkai and demons aren't the same, but she feels some kinship with them regardless, so she doesn't correct him.]
okay, I think I've gotten the French out of my system now, I'm sorry
[As far as Gilles is concerned (somehow) he isn't lying. He has a very dim idea of what the word means from Prelati's lessons, and he is a spirit! And maybe he's not so wrong, as he's a human who became something else due to magical power, and he doesn't need to eat.
At her pronouncement, he claps his hands.]
Quel beau diable! I am most impressed to meet such a prestigious person! As it so happens, I too am a great and famous monster!
[He is trying to be less of a horrible monster, but it's hard, and it doesn't change the fact that she delights him. And he bows.]
Enchanté! I am Gilles de Rais.
GOD, FOX
[Naturally, that name means absolutely nothing to her—if not because his legend comes from a land foreign to her, then because humans sealed her underground centuries before his birth.]
Humans named me "Nue."
[Because it sounds more dramatic like that!! And it's true that she doesn't remember ever having a name before she took that one...]
[That he seems so impressed pleases her, and that comes across in her demeanor.]
That's Renard to you
Nue! A charming name. A name to strike fear into the hearts of weak and strong alike. Humans gave me the name Bluebeard!
[Well, they did, and Gilles also likes to sound dramatic.]
You are the first fellow monster I have met here, apart from these--
[He waves a hand to indicate the carnage.]
But they are little more than beasts.
*MON DIEU, RENARD
So, which do you prefer? Gilles de Rais or Bluebeard?
[She needs to know what to call her new friend, obviously!]
Like I said, I knew more before, but I think most of them are gone now... [She looks aside, seeming downcast, but then she brightens again. The tips of her pointed ears perk up.] I did meet a demon recently, though! Even if he was weird.
[She does like Zett, even if she doesn't quite get him.]
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Call me Gilles!
They may return! Or more may arrive. It seems this place has many comings and goings. A demon?
[He brightens, at this.]
I would enjoy meeting another demon very much.
[Ah, but Jeanne might not approve. He deflates somewhat, then considers... Jeanne did not tell him not to consort with demons. Even though she must have known about his demons.]
My friends are demons, too!
[He indicates the tentacle monster shifting at his side.]