towerofanimus | The Inglorious Adventures of Catster

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The Inglorious Adventures of Catster

Characters: Gilles de Rais (Caster) & OPEN
Setting: Throughout the Tower
Format: As you like it!
Summary: Gilles is an idiot. He gets cursed by fairies. Now he's a cat. Catster.
Warnings: Gilles is a gross cat. So, blood, killing, playing with prey, and being unhygienic. Also, Gilles is a cat who controls tentacle monsters, so that could potentially happen.

He's a strange looking cat, with eyes set far apart and a stump of a tail. The impressive ruff of fur at his throat all but completely hides his little violet collar. It's startling at first, to be so small when he's used to being so large, to look up and find everything huge and imposing. He tries to speak, but nothing comes out but a high-pitched yowl. So he yowls for a while: a discordant, pained, heartfelt sound. But Gilles is resilient in his way, and easily distracted. Eventually, he gets tired of yowling and moves on, looking for something to do. He might as well make the best of this new predicament! Perhaps he deserves to be cursed, to be an animal indeed, as he is in his heart...

Meadow Floor (25):
[Gilles remembers himself, but he also has the instincts and urges of a feline. (Are they solely a cat's, though?) Pouncing is fun. Killing things is fun. It's not so bad, being a cat! Gilles has discovered the joy of hunting bullfairies. They're small and weak, and they wail in pain, especially when he tears at their wings. He likes that. So he bats them around playfully, occasionally jumping down on them for a killing blow as he scampers through the flowers.]

Storage Floor (40):
[You know what's cool? Boxes. Yeah, and that's where Gilles is, happily jumping from box to box. This floor is also inexplicably full of bugs today. It seems someone has been bringing them in from the floor above. Someone who is currently chasing bugs around and knocking over boxes.]

Music Floor (28):
[It's one of his favorite floors, because he loves making noise. He has a hard time playing most instruments in his current form, but he's not too worried, because he can jump on pianos. And xylophones. And drums. And cymbals... As one can imagine, he's making a racket. There are more than a few broken drums and fallen instruments around, as Gilles runs fiercely across the keyboard of a piano in proper cat style.]

The Cafeteria:
[Gilles doesn't need to eat, so the cafeteria is particularly boring for him, especially now that there's nothing to eat but nutrition bars! Who likes that? Nobody! So clearly no one's going to mind if he jumps up on the tables and stalks around, without much care about what he steps on. Nutrition bars, candy canes, people... He might be a bit dirty and bloody at this point.]

The Dorms:
[It's inconvenient, having a cat who can phase through walls, because he might show up anywhere. Even in your bed. And he might scratch up your sheets. Or deposit a present on your pillow in the form of dismembered dead bullfairy. Really, where does he keep getting them from?]

Floor 100:
[For once, cat Gilles is sitting very still, gazing at the illusion that fills this floor. He sees it once again: the golden light in the cathedral where Charles was crowned king of France. If a cat can be said to look sorrowful, then it's sorrow that makes Gilles' whiskers droop now. After a few minutes, he starts to wail, heartbrokenly.]

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[Oh no, Gilles may be a Servant, but he's not anywhere near as fast as Lancer! So he's caught! He's so surprised as he's snatched up that he sinks his claws into Lancer's arm.]

[He yelps and drops the cat. Its claws hurt!]

[Gilles lands on his feet! He looks up at Lancer and blinks warily, not sure if Lancer is going to pick him up again. He's not used to being picked up! He's usually much too big for that, and now Lancer looks enormous.]

Fuck...

[He mutters and kneels down, staring the cat. At least he got it to stop playing its horrible noise.]

[You can't stop a true artist that easily, Lancer! Satisfied that he's not going to be scooped up again, Gilles dashes across the floor and pounces on some maracas, then proceeds to bat them around noisily.

Art cannot be silenced!]

His eye twitches, and he starts snatching at the cat again. Even if he has to risk being scratched, he won't let it go anymore if it means this infernal racket!]

[Nooooo, stop, Gilles wants to make music. It isn't fair! He can't escape from Lancer without shifting into spirit form, and he doesn't think to do that right now. Lancers are much faster than Casters, especially slow Casters like Gilles. When he's snatched up again, he doesn't scratch Lancer again (yet), but he struggles in his grasp, squirming.]

Alright, you little brat.

[He had set out to be pissed, but it was hard to stay pissed at that fluffy cat face.]

No more noise, do you hear me? I'm gonna put you down, and you run the fuck back to your owner.

[He walks over to the staircase and sets the cat right by the staircase, making a quick shooshing noise to try and get it to go.]

[His owner... but he doesn't have one. Unless Lancer means Jeanne. But Jeanne isn't here, and Gilles doesn't know where she is! This is terrible. He starts to meow sadly, as only a lost cat can, and he completely ignores all Lancer's attempts to get him to move.]

[Lancer scratches his head, wondering why the cat is mewling so sadly. He can only think of one answer. That the cat is sad about being deprived of his noise.]

[He tries to hold out. After all, it's a matter of his sanity. But the cat's meow is worse than the instrument noise. That was just annoying. This is sad.]

[Finally, he sighs and gives up.]

Fine, fine. I take it back. You can play on the instruments as much as you want. I'll even...listen.

[Lancer, did you just allow yourself to be emotionally manipulated by a cat? Gilles stops sadly crying to blink at Lancer again.

Oh, so Lancer wants a concert? Well, he won't let his friend down, even if he doesn't know where Jeanne is. Gilles rises to his feet and pads across the floor to the nearby piano. He hops up onto the keys, then jumps up into the air, coming down with his paws splayed, striking keys at random.

It sounds nice, doesn't it?]

[The answer is a resounding yes. He can't resist a fluffy cat.]

[He winces when he first hears the notes, but then does his best to smile and clap. How long can a kitty concert be, anyways?]

[Ah ha, Lancer likes his music now! Encouraged, Gilles hops and bangs on the keys, then, inspired, jumps into the open body of the piano itself and starts to claw at the piano strings.

It's easy for him to get distracted when he's not engaged, but he has a lot of staying power when it comes to art.

[He winces at the onslaught of noise. Given that his ears are sharper than a human's, the noise is just that much more painful.]

Uh...good job?

[For a cat that liked to mess around and make noise, it was pretty creative finding new ways to churn out ear-fuckery, at least.]

[Hopefully there's some mechanism by which broken instruments are fixed, because Gilles is doing a number on the piano, thumping and tearing around its insides. He also starts to yowl, because singing goes well with instruments!]

Gah!

[Lancer cringes further as he hears the cat yowling added to the equation. But when he sees the cat is enjoying itself, he tries to go back to smiling. He actually hopes that these things are going to get broken at some point. It would mean less noise.]

Nice...song.

[At least it's happy howling now. Not the sad howling from before.]

[For someone who's been cursed into a cat, Gilles is in a remarkably good mood. He sings come more, emerging from the piano when Lancer praises him. It must be true that he's musical! Lorelei praised him, too. Maybe he can be a great musician. He jumps out of the piano with a series of quick meows, running across the floor to throw himself at a bass drum. There's a terrible noise as Gilles collides with the drum, then rips through it.]

[The noise is horrible, but Lancer actually laughs when he sees the cat ripping right into the drum.]

Strong little kitty, aren't you? You alright in there?

Meow meow!

[He is a strong kitty, it's true. He sticks his head out of the drum and gazes at Lancer. Yes, he's all right. They're having lots of fun!]

[He claps as he sees the cat emerge.]

Great concert! Awesome closing!

[At least, he hopes it's the closing.]

[Having just stuck his head out so far, at this applause, Gilles emerges the rest of the way. Fortunately for Lancer, he's very suggestible, so he's willing to believe that yes, this was his grand finale!

Finished (for now), he winds his way around Lancer's legs and rubs his head against him, purring.]

Oh?

[Lancer looks down at the cat and wonder if this is a cue for him to pet it. He kneels down and reaches to pat it a few times on the head.]

[When he's returned to himself, Gilles is not even going to be ashamed about his shameless attempts to win pets. No, it's great! He continues to purr, contentedly.]

[Lancer continues to pat the cat.]

So, you got a name, little guy? Or should I just give you one?

[Gilles opens his eyes and mews. He can't say his name like this! And he can't think of a way to do so. So Lancer can interpret that as he will.]

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