floor 28: [Of course you hear music playing. It's 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: [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 that he wore during the war. 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 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.]
floor 22: [Cultured? Of course Gilles is cultured. Not only is he a nobleman, but he's a great artist, if not a conventional one. Not to mention a playwright. But these paintings are... like nothing he's ever seen before. They're so violent and brutal. The forms are twisted, distorted, violated. They look broken and torn, and the colors are so lurid, so strange, unlike anything he's ever seen before. It's so ugly, so uneven, so crude.]
So... beautiful.
[Gilles' eyes grow even wider than usual, his mouth contorts like one of the figures in the paintings, and tears begin to stream down his face. This is the face of a fifteenth century man seeing modern art for the first time.]
or...
Anywhere else! Meet Gilles in the locale of your choice.
[[ooc: Gilles is very unpleasant; here is his permissions post.]]
Caster/Gilles de Rais | Fate/Zero
[Of course you hear music playing. It's 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:
[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 that he wore during the war. 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 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.]
floor 22:
[Cultured? Of course Gilles is cultured. Not only is he a nobleman, but he's a great artist, if not a conventional one. Not to mention a playwright. But these paintings are... like nothing he's ever seen before. They're so violent and brutal. The forms are twisted, distorted, violated. They look broken and torn, and the colors are so lurid, so strange, unlike anything he's ever seen before. It's so ugly, so uneven, so crude.]
So... beautiful.
[Gilles' eyes grow even wider than usual, his mouth contorts like one of the figures in the paintings, and tears begin to stream down his face. This is the face of a fifteenth century man seeing modern art for the first time.]
or...
Anywhere else! Meet Gilles in the locale of your choice.
[[ooc: Gilles is very unpleasant; here is his permissions post.]]