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towerofanimus2013-12-05 10:49 pm
monstrueux) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-05 10:49 pm
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.]
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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Great concert! Awesome closing!
[At least, he hopes it's the closing.]
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Finished (for now), he winds his way around Lancer's legs and rubs his head against him, purring.]
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[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.]
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So, you got a name, little guy? Or should I just give you one?
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Hey, it's better than Stinky!
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[He looks proud of his own cleverness.]
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I worked hard on that one! It describes you perfectly, Puffball.
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[He does! Really!]
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["Dirty, ragged nails." Not his first pick, but since the cat wanted fancy...]
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