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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.]
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...Enoch. *He consciously registers the question after unconsciously answering it. His steps slow, then stop immediately after.* My name is Enoch. Who are you? What has happened here?
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[He has no reason to hide his identity now--and he was never very good at hiding it, in any case.]
I slaughtered the monsters, that is all.
[With his Servant's strength, even that of a weaker Servant such as himself, the less powerful monsters weren't much of a challenge for him.
He likes the taste of blood, but in this case it didn't provide him with the satisfaction he'd hoped. No, as he'd suspected, killing monsters was not enough to satisfy him.]
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*"Slaughtered" was an odd word to use. It was a little off-putting, a deliberate sort of word, but Enoch wasn't about to be rude. He hardly knew this person, after all, and didn't know what his world was like.*
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Had he been wrong to defile the church? He did not care! He still felt so much anger with those who had betrayed Jeanne and himself. But sometimes he does not know where the madness ends and he begins.]
It is over now! There need be no more killing!
[Now that he has sacrificed enough to regain some of his monsters, he will be able to fight more effectively. Surely that will be of use to Jeanne!]
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Either way, it's enough to mitigate the feeling of something being not quite right, because, after all, hadn't it only been the presence of his guides that kept him from going mad? Though he is still wary, there is sympathy in his voice.*
Have you been...forced to kill?
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Gilles looked at Enoch, curiously. Had he been forced? Well, no, he had made that choice from the beginning, but he had been mad. When the haze of madness was on him, it seemed he could never stop. So, what was it, the true answer, the true reason for his crimes? Was it his grief at losing Jeane, or something else?]
You could say so, yes, but I killed these creatures of my own will. Now they are gone. Should one not kill monsters here? That is what Judas said.
[Not that he was killing them to protect others, as Judas had suggested. But trying to find another outlet for his murderous rage was likely good for the other residents.]
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*Enoch stops himself. Does he really want to make him talk about it? He'd given a mostly-yes answer to that, after all.*
...Never mind.
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[This is rather a change, protecting the innocents (or thinking about doing so). Gilles isn't sure if he likes it, and he feels somewhat disheartened. To do as Jeanne wishes is not easy.
He doesn't inform Enoch of his complete motivation, the full situation, but he doesn't see it as relevant.]
So, I will kill them!
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*He still isn't quite sure how to deal with this. This man's words are strange, true, but they are not insincere. He's uncomfortable, but not sure if it means anything. He doesn't like immediate distrust, not when the other doesn't appear to be a threat.*
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[Gilles doesn't sound extremely hopeful about this. He's fairly sure they're not going to like him.]
Wary of making a mess?
[Gilles doesn't actually follow. Making a mess is the fun part. He might as well have fun while being good. Well, he'll just avoid addressing that topic.]
You need not worry, I can elude them.
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...If you say. Just...be careful. Death may not be permanent for us here, but it isn't a pleasant experience. I would avoid it just as you normally would.
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[He is quite sincere, as he says this.]