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towerofjamjars2013-10-24 10:04 pm
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1. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Eight] There are musical instruments all around this floor, with a grand organ taking the center stage. It could be a good place to pick up a new skill or two! But wait... what's that? You hear music playing? Well, maybe there's someone already on the floor. Or maybe not... sometimes the instruments play themselves, after all.
2. [Setting: Floor Forty-Five] The walls on this floor are made of glass, which would be nice if there were anything to see. Sadly, there's not much, as the clouds are so thick at this height that you really can't make out if there's anything out there, anything below you, or anything above you. If you hear a skittering sound, that's just the faceless humanoid creatures crawling around on the outside windows. Don't worry, they can't get in... but they will skitter around to watch your every move.
3. [Setting: Floor Eighty-Eight] There's a bar here, and you better hope there's not any alcohol. Most of the time there isn't no matter how hard you look - but sometimes there is, and more often than not even a little bit of it will make you violently sick from alcohol poisoning. But if you're really lucky, you'll just get drunk. There's a pool table in the center of this always-smoky floor, so even if you can't drink you can still act all adult and sophisticated.
4. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Two] Are you a cultured person? Then this is the floor for you. It seems to be an art gallery, and there are paintings from many different worlds on display here - maybe even one or two from yours! But don't get lost, because if you do, you may not like what you see. Paintings of the worst atrocities known to mankind have been known to be on display around here, and if you're really unlucky, you'll stumble across an entire section filled with paintings of the things you fear most.
5. [Setting: Floor Ninety-Four] This is a darkroom, and it's okay if you don't own a camera, because there are a few old-fashioned ones you can borrow to take pictures. Maybe this is a good time to pick one up and try your hand at photography. Or maybe you've turned off the lights, but if that's so, don't look too closely at the shadows. They'll sometimes become humanoid figures that will follow you around, and if you look directly at them they'll possess you, crawling into your throat - you won't be able to leave the floor, and you'll try to kill anyone who enters, but this will only last until you are killed or the lights are turned on.
6. [Setting: Floor Three] A bookworm will feel right at home here, among the towering shelves filled with books of all kinds. You won't find anything about the history of the Tower, though, and you certainly won't find anything about the world you or anyone else here came from, but if you're looking for a tale to read or something to study up on, you're in the right place.
7. [Setting: Anywhere] Uh-oh. That's a monster, or maybe more than one of them. You might be equipped to handle it or you might not. But the question is, what do you do? Do you face it head on... or do you flee? Or maybe the monster has already spotted you, and you're in need of a rescue. That's alright. It happens quite often here.
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[To depict figures close to God (Glorified and Exalted be He) as icons, idols more suited for pagan worship, is blasphemy. Then again, it seems there is no heresy this place will not commit.]
[As she walks, she senses the presence of another Servant. Her current task forgotten, she rushes to check on the presence.]
[She finds him in another section of the gallery. This one filled with non-blasphemous art for once. He does not seem violent, so she does not attack him yet. Instead, she takes a second to glance at the same picture.]
Yes...beautiful.
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So you agree! I have never seen anything like it!
[Gilles actually likes pictures of God and religious figures, but that's not an issue at the moment, especially as he also likes defacing them, as he is a man of decidedly mixed feelings.]
I did not know such things could be done in art. It is truly inspiring. To portray such suffering, so openly and sincerely!
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[She stares up at the picture curiously.]
I think it shows more harmony. Look at its lines.
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And I speak of the subject itself, the bloody bodies, the torn limbs, the passion of the artist! Yes, they truly understand war...
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And do you too understand war?
[Her voice is much colder now. She knows who he reminds her of. Caster. That insane murderer who Claudia had sent her to track down.]
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[I am a knight. The words had come to him unbidden. He looks at the painting sadly now. That memory stirs achingly in his heart, of the cathedral and the golden light of Jeanne's radiance. Ah, it's almost too much to bear!]
I fought for the honor and glory of France, to free her people... For the glory of God...
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[She spits the name out like a curse. She's almost certain this Servant is her Caster. While she has seen his form only in passing, she can well remember his deeds, as told to her by Claudia. This man was a murderer of innocent children.]
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Yes, for his Glory...
I fought for Him, and I was filled with such goodness, I thought my heart would burst--!
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[There is less disgust, and more pity now in her voice. From his acts, she could see that he was evil, but now, from his speech, she can see that he is also mad.]
[A sinner, forever unable to abide by the true word of God (Glorified and Exalted be He) because something has sealed both his eyes and his ears, and yet forever believing he is doing what God (Glorified and Exalted be He) has truly ordained for him. There is no sadder existence.]
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[Nothing is more true than that, that moment, when the music played, echoing in the grand space of the cathedral. Never is Gilles less mad than when he thinks of it, and he sighs.
He is fully aware of the fact that he later came to loathe and curse God, but once--once, he was a great man. He had given his support to the church and to holy men. Many may have been his equal, but few had been more devout than Gilles de Rais.
He draws forth a sword, from where it lay hidden beneath his robes. He holds it point down, not an offensive gesture. Like his armor, he doesn't know why he has it here, but he does.]
See, here is the proof of it. I wore this sword then!
[Indeed, there's nothing malevolent about it. If anything, it could be said to be a particularly pure sword, not precisely holy, but unblemished and good. It was never profaned.]
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Then? Do you mean you wore it during those massacres? Those unholy rituals?
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[As Gilles isn't fully catching on to the fact that Assassin knows who he is, being almost completely distracted by his memories, he seems honestly confused.]
This blade was only used for the defense of France, for justice! Jeanne d'Arc herself blessed it!
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Are you really so mad you would call it justice? Everything you have done in that heretical ritual?
[She had heard of the murders. She had seen that monster in the harbor.]
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[He doesn't perform his murders off the battlefield with a longsword, you know! What would be the point in that?]
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[She is silent for a long while, since he seems to be speaking nonsense.]
You speak of a war with England, whichever land that is. I speak of a war for the Holy Grail.
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Hmm?
That doesn't matter. The war is done.
[The war he's talking about is much more important!]
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[Did he somehow get a chance to fight as redemption? She doesn't know.]
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[She'd asked him what he knew of war, and he had answered, answering her questions all the while.]
I speak of it rarely! But lately... I seem to remember better.
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[He trails off, thoughtful, shaking his head.]
Ah, no. No, it's the light! I saw it in the light, as radiant as the sun.
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[She falls silent. Would she too be lost in memories if she looked into a desert?]
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