The Inglorious Adventures of Catster

[monstrueux]

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.]

Comments

[monstrueux]

[Gilles watches the bug die, too. It's not as fun as a bullfairy, but he likes to watch it struggle.

He stares up at Assassin as she moves, searching through her cloak. Belatedly, his human consciousness registers the fact that she's another Servant. Well, he doesn't care about that, so he dismisse the realization almost at once, focusing on the bright, strange shape of the candy instead.

A present??

He's never seen one like it before. What is it? It's an old type of candy, but not so old that Gilles saw it during his lifetime. He leans his head forward to take it gingerly in his mouth.]

[glassceiling]

[She watches him take it.]

Do you...like it?

[monstrueux]

[Gilles takes the candy a few paces away, then sets it down carefully on the ground. He's already tasted it just by holding it, but now he licks at it in earnest. It--tastes--strange, the mint sharp and unfamiliar in his cat's mouth. It's not as good to eat as bugs. He sniffs, then sneezes.]

[glassceiling]

[She actually lets out a giggle at the sight of the cat's sudden sneeze. It's just too cute.]

Who would have thought their first meeting would go so well?

[monstrueux]

[When she giggles, he blinks. He's popular!

Gilles licks at the candy cane again, but (most) cats don't like mint candy. He likes meat! So instead of eating it, he bats the candy with his paw, sending it sliding across the floor and colliding with the dead bugs.]

Nobody, that's who

[glassceiling]

Oh...

[She watches him bat the candy.]

Do you...not like it?

[She closes her eyes and thinks. Cats were meat eaters, weren't they?]

They can be friends! Until Gilles turns back...

[monstrueux]

[He doesn't really like it, but he likes playing with it, continuing to bat it across the floor, mewing. He's a noisy kitty. His paws are getting sticky...]

A-yep

[glassceiling]

[She laughs again, seeing him playing with the candy cane and watching it stick to everything.]

Maybe I should get you something to wash your paws with too.

[monstrueux]

[He's encouraged by her laughter to continue his playing, his love of attention outweighing his love of killing bugs.

As if to illustrate her point, Gilles holds up a paw, and the candy cane comes along with it, stuck to the pads of his foot. He's kind of dirty by this point.]

[glassceiling]

[She laughs even harder. It's a silly sight, the candy stuck to the cat's paw.]

You really do need to get clean...

[She holds her hands out at him from underneath her cloak. Heavily bandaged hands that aren't quite human.]

Would you...let me take you to somewhere where you can wash?

[monstrueux]

[Gilles isn't sure about this whole "washing" thing, but he does like the laughing. He's being entertaining! When her hands emerge from beneath her cloak, he comes forward, sniffing at them. He reaches out a dirty paw to bat at the bandages.]

[glassceiling]

[She holds still as the cat bats at her bandages.]

Would you believe me, or even understand me, if I told you these are not to heal my own hurts, but to prevent me from hurting others?

[monstrueux]

[Gilles blinks and utters a tiny mew. He doesn't understand, no. How can bandages stop someone from hurting people? He wishes there was a way to make him stop, but that likely isn't possible. He leans in to sniff at her hands, wondering if they'll smell weird.

[glassceiling]

[Seeing as how both her arms are curse appendages that are sealed behind bandages engraved with sealing spells, perhaps he will be able to smell or sense something strange about them. Otherwise, they carry no special scent except for the mint smell of the candy cane.]

[monstrueux]

[He can sense some magic, and that there's some kind of spell going on, but as the worst Caster on record, in the form of a cat, that tells him just about nothing. He can tell her arms aren't normal, though. Could they be evil arms? That would be cool! He butts her hand with his head, for all the world like a cat who doesn't know anything.]

[glassceiling]

Do you...want me to pet you?

[It's good to know that the cat isn't freaked out. Slowly, carefully, she rubs a palm against the fur of its head.]

[monstrueux]

[Yes, he likes to be petted! Even though he is really a grown man in the body of a cat, he doesn't think there's anything strange about that. It's so pleasant, people accept him and show him affection. As if he weren't a monster!

He nuzzles her hand in response, purring.

[glassceiling]

[She pats him more, rubbing from his head to his back and then starting over again.]

Your fur is so rough...who feeds you?

[monstrueux]

[No one feeds him, so he gives a sad mew, even though he doesn't need to eat. Someone should feed him, shouldn't they? His fur is largely rough because he's a failure of a cat.]

[glassceiling]

You have no owner to feed you?

[Her expression becomes sad.]

I guess...I'll feed and bathe you. You shouldn't be neglected.

[She'll do it in the spirit of Charity, if nothing else.]

[monstrueux]

[No, he has nothing like that, unless you count Ryuunosuke or Jeanne, but they're not here, so Gilles mews sadly, as if he hasn't a friend in the world.

He's not sure he likes the mention of a bath, but the food is intriguing. In this form, he wants to eat more than before. More delicious meat. And bugs.]

does this seem like a good spot to have Nyx come in?

[glassceiling]

[She moves her hands to try and scoop the cat up.]

Let's go.

Yes, definitely!

[monstrueux]

[Gilles allows himself to be scooped up, although it's a novel feeling, and he's a little startled. He's much too big to be picked up ordinarily, and no one wants to do it, besides! He puts his dirty paws on her shoulder and meows.]

belatedly wanders in

[sicharia]

[When Claudia finds Assassin, she isn't expecting to see her cradling a cat, and yet here they are.]

—Ah, Assassin, what are you doing with that?

Re: belatedly wanders in

[glassceiling]

Shoosh...

[Assassin holds the cat in one hand and pets it with the other.]

Ah, Claudia.

[She turns to face her Master.]

I found this cat here. It seems to have been abandoned. No one is feeding or cleaning it.

[She looks a little sad as she says this.]