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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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Gilles... please don't. Do not think of me as the saint so many others see me as.
[Sure, she had accepted her role in history without question or argument. It didn't mean she didn't like being treated as a regular human sometimes.]
You... what? [And then, surprise crosses her face.] You... wish to help? Truly...?
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[Why should it? No matter what form Jeanne takes, he will love her, will crave the warmth of her bright spirit. If he is to be burned away by anything, why not Jeanne?]
You are a saint! More importantly, you are Jeanne. But what I mean is that I am debauched, execrable!
[Treating people like regular humans is not high on Gilles' list of skills, clearly, as Gilles continues to lie at her feet shamelessly.
He closes his eyes, remembering his vision, of the cathedral, the coronation. The feeling in his heart as he'd seen it again.]
I remember, when we fought side by side. To do that once more... would be my dearest wish. [He opens his eyes again. He's still more or less lucid (for him), in spite of his oddness. His eyes look a little less protuberant than usual] Gazing at you now, I believe I must have won the Grail War, somehow! I wonder, did anyone else win their wish? Or was it only me?
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[Not that he wasn't enthusiastic about praising her in their first lives, but this is.... a bit different.]
... And I am sorry, but I cannot answer that. [For all her knowledge on the past wars, how they ended was never given to her. She had no idea who won, or what they wished for...] I am not from your war, but from another. One where I acted as an administrator, instead of participating in the fighting.
[She falls silent then, eyes furrowed in thought. There was no doubt that some people would have severe objections to Caster's aid, and she doesn't blame them at all. But if he wants to help, if that in turn can help him... she can't very well say no, can she?]
If you truly wish to aid us and fight with me once more... I will ask our leader. [Her tone becomes firm, then, with an expression to match.] But I will say this to you now: if you sincerely desire to aid us, to try and do good as we are doing, do not even think about harming another resident of this tower.
Do you understand, Gilles?
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I will do as you wish. I am no longer Maréchal de France, nor any kind of knight at all, but I would be your comrade. You are never a thing, but always ma chère Jeanne.
[He's always a little too forward, but that's just his way. He blinks. He hadn't expected her to answer his question about the war.]
I do not care about the others! But I wondered. You did not fight? You did in my war. That is a most fitting place for you, to rule over us all. Perhaps instead of Charles--
[He breaks off, not sure if that was going too far or being too worshipful. He gazes at her hopefully. He does want to help, even as he knows he is not fit to help them, these good people. In the proper order of things, they would confront and perhaps eliminate him, as their enemy. But he loves Jeanne, so he does not act in the proper order.]
I wish to, yes. You will ask? For me? You are too kind! To do this great favor for the monster you should despise.
[But as she gives her condition, he falters.]
Jeanne... I cannot control my thoughts! [He seems to grow agitated again, his hands closing into fists, then opening again. Surely someone so pure can't understand his unnatural desires and how he must struggle to control them. He cannot speak to her about that!] Judas said he would help me, but I am only a weak man, shot through with faults. It's difficult! I want to try....
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I cannot make any promises, but yes, I will ask. [A pause, then she sighs.] Perhaps I should have worded that differently... I do not expect you to change in a matter of days, Gilles. No matter how good their intentions, nobody can change that fast.
But I do not wish to see you harming innocents here. Do you understand?
[Another pause, and this time, her brows furrow.] Judas...? [Well that name sounds... ominous.] How is he going to help you?
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[Gilles nods, relief flooding his features as he understands. He can take things too literally sometimes.]
I await the judgment of your comrades, then! [Although if they stand with Jeanne, he realizes already that they are likely to despise him, so he's not feeling particularly hopeful.]
I understand. I will not harm the innocent. [He promises rashly, but even as he says it, he feels anxious. What if he cannot keep his promise? Will Jeanne abandon him entirely? He doesn't know. He glances away, but his gaze soon returns to Jeanne when she asks about Judas.]
When I awakened, he was in my room with me. The traitor who betrayed Christ himself! Who would have thought such a thing could happen? We are alike, we are both terrible sinners. But he said that God had forgiven him and loved him. I-- I still don't think that that can happen to me. But Maître Judas said that he would teach me how to right my wrongs! He believed that I could, even I.
[One of Gilles' (many) problems is that he is entirely too credulous, but at least in this case, Judas isn't trying to deceive him.]
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If he has truly repented and has been forgiven by God, after such a horrible betrayal... perhaps he could help you. [Most people would be suspicious of Judas Iscariot just based on who he was. But if God has truly forgiven him, well... Ruler will trust His judgement.]
But this is going to be a long and difficult journey for you Gilles, no matter who it is that will be helping you. I hope you are prepared.
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So perhaps even I... I who am so despised and disgusting...
Ah... [Gilles lets out a long sigh.] And you mean to say I may fail! What happened to me, Jeanne?
[Never much for self-restraint, Gilles starts to weep.]
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[She then takes a step forward, holding a hand out.] I cannot say what has happened to you, Gilles. But if you wish for it, I will do my best to help you try to become the man you once were.
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Of course. I misunderstood! [He does that a lot.] You are too kind, Jeanne. Too kind to me always.
[When she stretches out her hand, Gilles stares at it for what seems to him to be an eternity. At last, he reaches out to take it, trembling slightly. Folding his hand around Jeanne's is the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Better even than killing. He feels blissfully happy, the emotion an echo of that which he'd felt at Charles' coronation: his finest moment, the moment he was a true hero. Before he'd fallen so far. But in spite of his crimes, Jeanne has forgiven him, accepted him. Just as he'd dreamed for so long.]
Jeanne... [He tightens his grip, but not too much.] yes, I wish it. I wish it more than anything! But I will need your help. I am eaten through with sin and misery.