towerofanimus | 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.]

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[Gilles gives a start, the tears still standing on his face. He holds such a beautiful vision in his mind, but he, the disgusting man Gilles de Rais, seems all the more vile in the face of it. He'd become a monster. He is a monster still.

He looks around, but he sees nothing but a bird of prey. Yet--he thought he heard someone spoke? Was it a voice? Jeanne had always heard the voices of angels. Gilles' voices had been less pleasant ones.

Birds cannot talk, can they? So Gilles isn't sure who he is addressing.]

I am not! I have died, but this cannot be Heaven or Hell. Nor is it the Throne of Heroes, where I should be!

<We've all been taken here. And yeah, it's the bird talking. It's alien technology, don't ask me how it works because I don't really know.>

[This... this is going to be hard.]

A talking bird?

[This is new. And it's even enough to distract Gilles from his tears, if only for a moment. He doesn't fully take in the part about alien technology, but that's fine, as "talking bird" is all he needs to know. He's not a man to care about unnecessary details.]

What a lovely creature. Such bright eyes.

[He'll just... get ready in case he has to morph.]

<... Yeah. Look, you should be careful. This place can be dangerous. There's monsters around, and the administrators are dangerous too.>

[Gilles simply admires the beast. He has little interest in harming animals, outside of hunting.]

That is no matter! I do not care what becomes of me. How charming. Are there many talking beasts here?

[Asking about talking animals is clearly more important.]

<Not as far as I know. There's lots of people with different kinds of powers here. They're all from different worlds.>

[At least he's safe for now...]

Many people, summoned here from different worlds. Then--could I have been given another chance?

[Tears continue to well from his eyes. A monster like him, given a chance to redeem himself? He doesn't understand how it could be. The light had shown him how far he'd fallen, what he'd become. Had it also transported him to another world where he might try again?]

[How does he even react to this. He tilts his head a bit while he thinks.]

<... Maybe? Hey. It's okay. You don't have to cry.>

[How does he even.]

[Gilles is a very emotional guy. Usually this is a bad thing, but for now he simply seems to be weeping dejectedly.]

But I do! If you had seen the things I'd seen, you would weep, too!

[Well, that has a good chance of being true, if not in the way Gilles means.]

To think that I might still redeem myself, it is too much to believe!

<... Uh. Look. It's... uh. Things aren't exactly perfect here - the administrators are pretty twisted. But there's not as much reason to hide things like whatever powers you might have here, since it's more weird to not have some kind of power.>

Powers?

[Gilles looks up.]

Yes, I do have power. Is that why we have been brought here, then, to do battle?

[In his defense, that's why he was summoned the last time... sort of. Not that he had cared about that then.]

No, I see no need to keep secrets. Not here, not now. All secrets are done. Why would I care?

[He's more concerned about what people would think about his actions than his powers, but he hesitates to offer them, in spite of what he's just said. Although he wonders what a hawk would think of murder.]

What powers do you have?

[A bird's gotta eat.]

<I can change into a lot of different things. I wasn't always a bird - I just got stuck as one.>

[Now this is interesting.]

That explains it! You were a man, once? But how does this happen?

[Gilles leans in for a closer look, glad to continue to avoid the subject of his crimes.]

Magic?

Teenager... yes, that's right! I remember the term. In my time you would have been considered a man. I fought my first battle in the war when I was thirteen.

There are people not from your planet? Not like--angels?

<That's about how old I was when we had to start fighting. And... no. Aliens. Creatures that live on another planet like we live on ours.>

Then we are alike, in that. It was necessary. We were under attack!

Hmm... [He thinks this concept over. It's not so strange, that God might have made more worlds with more people in this universe.]

And how did you meet these "aliens"?

Hm, I have never heard of such a thing. [He can take over people's minds, but surely he's not going to do that again, not now.] So, that is why you became a hawk! So they would not suspect.

You need not worry! You're a beautiful bird. I sometimes wish I might be something other than human. It could be your good fortune!

[Gilles is looking on the bright side.]

<It's better than being human some days, yeah.>

[Especially given his family life...]

Yes! You understand. I might have lived a better life as a bird or a beast. The burdens of humanity, of society, can be great. You can fly. You can be free.

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