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Giselle from Stella Glow | Affiliated with Isola Radiale | Rank: Subgiant | Housing: Apt. 314 in Golden Ward | Not spoiler-free.

[angelicqualia]

ooc: After having to deal with a sudden health issue that warranted a bunch of doctor’s appointments on top of my writer’s block, I’v decided to take a bit of a break from Giselle here. To those I’ve written with, thank you for threading with me, even if I was always slow on my replies with her. I hate leaving things hanging, but I think I need a bit of time to adjust to writing a stoic character. 

I do plan to come back to her later on, but for now, I will mostly be here on my second character Nanami until I have a good grasp on her, too. Just wanted to give a heads-up to why I’ve been so scarce here before I got hit by the activity-check. Thanks for reading!

[angelicqualia]

Quote gets the feeling he can relate to this person on a spiritual level. Do your best, colleague.

Your support is deeply appreciated and noted.

It’s somewhat hard to interact with others when 85% of your body is crafted to inflict pain.

[angelicqualia]

doyourbestgirl‌:

While her initial response was indeed drowned out, Flonne would catch her opening her mouth upon the second time, despite currently being bent down and inspecting the lines across her stomach, finger extended out as if ready to poke her there. She had begun talking just as Flonne had stopped in-between words for breath. It all must’ve been rather calculated, in Flonne’s eyes. 

She really WAS talking to a robot!

Bounding back up, the mystery of whether or not those “slots” on her gut were Blu-ray compatible would be left unanswered (for now), as Flonne replied to this robot’s ‘quiry’. 

…That’s a robot word, teehee~♥

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Giselle! I’m Archangel Flonne, but you can just call me ‘Flonne’, if you’d like! Oh! And this…”

She would seemingly root around behind her back for a moment, tongue poking out from its side, befooore…

“…is Super Alloy, GREAT FLONZOR X!”

…In toy form, held in the palm of her hand and held up high in the air for everybody to stare at. 

…The quicker Giselle could move this conversation out of the lobby, the better.

“Archangel Flonne. You’re an... angel?“

Now THAT wasn’t something she was expecting. Of course, such a situation occurring wasn’t all that unheard of either. The possibility of an angel from another world being here was small, but not unheard of. Giselle did have to wonder if Flonne was an angel that was lucky enough to be able to pass off as more human than here or if there were more similar to her own world’s versions of them. 

It wouldn’t be necessary, but it would be adequate experience in getting to meet more angels that weren’t hive-minded beasts. Definitely so. She wouldn’t mind getting to personally understand Flonne more... along with the tiny toy that she was currently holding in front of her face.

“...I see.“

“Did you just arrive here in Spirale with Great Flonzor X? Every time there’s an eclipse, new individuals are added every time.“

Even with saying the first part, Giselle kept a relatively neutral face, despite Flonne’s enthusiasm. If she was new, then she had to have been purposely weakened. Unless Flonne was actively walking around on her own, she probably couldn’t fly freely either. If Giselle did indeed possess nerves similar to a human, they were worn at this point. 

“I’ve yet to learn about the correlation between the two events, if any. I have a suggestion for it, however.“

The makings of an idea were coming to Giselle as she began to usher her near the stairs leading up to the floor for her personal apartment. Would said idea work? Doubtful... but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Giselle just needed to fetch something from her room...

[charmingsecretary]

Giselle & The Belles [Closed]

[angelicqualia]

charmingsecretary‌:

“Oh, I see! So in your universe, there’s a distinction between music and song. I’ve always said there’s a power in singing…” Kirby’s vocal cords were proof of that.

While the din of the crowd drowns out Giselle’s creaking, leading Susie not to notice the unusual prints (and for what it was worth, Susie didn’t leave a trail on account of her floating half an inch off the ground), the long red tail doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t comment on it yet. If anything, what’s more of interest is the stilted manner of speaking she has, and her references to the ancient ones. It sounds like something Susie should know.

At the compliment, Susie brightens up. “Aw, thanks! You really think so? It took me a while to learn all the songs. We don’t have Christmas where I come from, but I guess that makes me a Christmas witch!”

“By the way, my name is Susie. A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Giselle. If you ever want to practice breaking the curse, then we could go out for karaoke sometime!”

“There is. I’ve yet to learn of a universe where the circumstances are similar to mine.”

How many worlds existed out there? Did they exist far away in the same universe as her own or were they on different planes of reality? Considering her experiences with magic, almost anything was possible in Giselle’s point of view. There were already multiple Earths as far as she knew; so long as none of them had a Mother Qualia of their own troubling them, she hoped they were as well off as her own now was.

“I see... Susie.“

She hadn’t heard of whatever this karaoke subject before... wouldn’t hurt to try it out or see what it was one of these days. 

“Hmmmmm. Susie. Your proposal is noted and... appreciated. I wasn’t raised or built to sing. My master had other plans for me to fulfill. With him no longer alive anymore, I’m free to discover pursuits I no longer could explore. There’s at least a 58.7% chance of me being able to sing for this... karaoke.“

There was still the issue of her not ever having sung before and the possibility of her singing voice not being well suited for human ears, but they would cross that bridge when it came to it later. So long as she didn’t summon spires of rock or ice pillars like her brothers, Giselle was fine with trying out singing. Unintentionally, her tail wiggled and bobbed in the air behind her. 

“I suppose it’s obvious that I’m not as human as most of the other residents of this city. You appear to be the same way or so I would assume.“

[angelicqualia]

emptkey‌:

“ oh, wow ! ”  she admired the wing with innocent fascination, watching the lights reflect off of it’s smooth surface. it was different than the full, feathered wings usually depicted, and the other did not wear the pristine white robes that angels wore —– clad instead with metal and silver and other materials she did not know of. but, she was in no place to judge the creations of the heavenly father. 

frankly, if all of them looked as intricate as this one, then they were certainly beautiful. 

“ why couldn’t you sing ? ”  she asks, with a curious tilt to her head. an abrupt silence, however, grabs her attention momentarily as the choir had finished their song. a member began to pass out lyrics sheets for those in the crowd that wanted to join them in their next round of caroling. this was certainly an opportunity.

“ would you like to try one with me ? i bet you have a lovely voice. ”

The question weighs heavily on her mind, though Giselle also knows that the answer is relatively simple. But how to explain it all to a child, particularly one not from Lambert or the continent at all?

“I have... had a master. He created me differently from other angels. I was only made to fight and protect him.“

Simply put, Klaus had needed an angel capable of fighting without relying on only magic. Shards of crystal circulated throughout the frames of her angel brethren, allowing them to access song magic without having specialized Qualias crafted by Mother Qualia inserted into each of them. Compared to the witches, their songs were quite weak. Unlike both of them, however, Giselle knew her own Qualia lacked a particular element attributed to it.  

“I have friends back home who were able to sing. Witches. I believe they wanted to teach me about how to sing just like them.“

Hilda and Lisette seemed to at least want her involved in more things. The others most likely. The girl presenting her a pamphlet with music written on it felt like something they would do, too. Could she sing at all? Like a person instead of a witch or mere drone? The paper in her hands was looking more overwhelming by the second as she stared at the words and music notes.

“I will try. I have never had the time to... read material on songs. Though I may require... help.“

[angelicqualia]

gardenwreath‌:

“…?”

Hairu listened, but she didn’t really understand; unfortunately, her lack of understanding was quite obvious on her expression. Still, she did try to process and make sense of what she was told. As she did so, she slowly took the container, her desire for food overriding the other work the rest of her brain was occupied with.

“So, uhm…”

“You’re a robot named Giselle…?”

Hairu hoped that she was, at least, close enough. Maybe, just in case, she ought to change the subject. If she was wrong, then, it was easier to just talk about something else.

“Uh… That stone is pretty!”

“That is correct.“

It was technically the right answer, so to speak. It would take a bit to further explain all the intricacies of her origin when it came to being born on Earth instead of the Moon. And Giselle didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer than she had to. 

At the compliment to her Qualia, she brushed her fingertips over it. A false Qualia lacked the magical output of a genuine one that was stored inside of a witch, but what it lacked in Giselle’s inability to sing was made up for in durability. Even when exposed out in the open inside of being stored within her body like the other’s, no blade or bullet could shatter it. Alto’s own sword had barely been able to scratch it.  

“Thank you.”

Giselle finally moved further out onto the sidewalk, where she gave a second glance to the other woman. Unlike her, she looked plainly human to the eye.  

“What is your name? I would like to know it.“

[angelicqualia]

doyourbestgirl‌:

@angelicqualia​

“OH, WOW!!! ANOTHER ROBOT?!?”

Aaaand cue grabby hands.

Unluckily for Giselle, it would appear Flonne caught her at the one time when she could most likely be caught without her cloak: just outside of her apartment. It would appear she was now destined for the same kind of nerdy “welcome” that she had heaped upon Zero beforehand… 

“Y-You ARE a robot, right?! I think I can tell by the ball joints at your waist! OH-OH! And is that a GEAR on your wing?!?! That’s sooooo cool!!! I think I see some wires behind that opening in your metal leg parts! Those are metal, right? Can I touch?!? Oh, OH! And are those slots on your stomach, for DVDs!?! Are they Blu-ray compatible? I still remember that time when Thursday helped me out and—”

Another eclipse heralded the arrival of new people on the island to start off this new year. Comparing the dates of a calendar ins Spirale to her last day in Regnant, Giselle could safely say that time functioned on a completely different scale. Wherever the island was, she had somehow been brought here in  deactivated state and kept that way until the tail-end of this current year. It just didn’t add up to her. 

If they were going to go so far as to keep her offline for several months for her kidnapping and transport, why not just destroy her after removing her weapons? Checking out the hole soon could prove to be informat-

“OH, WOW!!! ANOTHER ROBOT?!?”

The blonde-haired girl jumping into her view didn’t startle Giselle too much, but her eyes did widen by a few centimeters. The mention of being a ‘robot’ was what truly caught her attention.  

“You’re correct. My entire frame is completely artificial-“

She only managed to get that out before being completely frowned out by the other. By the time she started to mention what sounded like one of the days of the week, Giselle... well, she didn’t do much other than continue to just look at her.

“............“

The only reason Giselle finally decided to speak up again was so that they could eventually move their conversation from the front of her apartment building’s lobby. She hated loitering too much where she’d be in the way.

“My name is Giselle. Who are you? Your identity would be useful for future reference.“

[angelicqualia]

ashes-of-omelas‌:

From: Lothric and Lorian To: Giselle @angelicqualia

[txt] Hi Giselle.  This is Lothric.  The video the island played after K’horii lifted his curse was about an android learning to be more like an organic, framed as ‘improvement’.  Hmm…

[txt] I do not mean to presume that you must have found this inappropriate.  But I would like to reach out to confirm that I do not see you as a flawed copy of an organic.  I am not waiting for you to “learn the true meaning of love.”  It is, as ever, my goal to respect and understand you as you are.

[txt] If there is anything I can do to support you or other androids in the wake of such a public message wrongly championing the organic perspective as superior, please let me know.

[txt] Happy holidays.  Be well.

[txt] Are you referring to the film entitled Ofiuco the Red-Winged Android?

[txt] My attention was somewhat fixated on other matters as they displayed the film, so I’m afraid I wasn’t able to follow along with the plot.

[txt] This is also the first film that I have ever seen before in my life. I’m not used to this foreign technology. It feels based on long-lost inventions from my own history.

[txt] I have yet to understand what it means to be human, since I have begun to live for myself. Nearly all of my life has been in the servitude of another, due to not knowing anything else. Organic or otherwise, I no longer wish to live as only a tool. Your support is appreciated, nonetheless. 

[txt] A happy holiday to you and your brother as well.

[angelicqualia]

wheatwinds‌:

@angelicqualia

Always one to look on the bright side, the best thing about being trapped here for Ryza was the experience. All the sights and sounds. All the… people. It’s rude to stare. But how could she not? She bucked up the courage, and pushed forward, arms behind back and cocking her head inquisitively.

“Ah, excuse me! That’s a wing, right? Can you fly? Did you lose the other one? Are you a fairy? Or…” she eyes them up and down, “Maybe a… bird? How fast can you go? How high? You don’t mind me asking, right? Great!”

The sound of a chipper voice directed at her was enough to make Giselle sheath the extended claws of her right hand. She had assumed she was alone out here to get some light maintenance done, but that didn’t seem to be the case anymore. By the time the mystery girl was before her, the metallic exoskeleton of her hand had receded back into a normal-sized, if glove-like limb.

To say that she was prepared to suddenly be hit with a flurry of rapid-fire questions would be a lie, but Giselle was used to such things... usually from the children in Mithra and Lambert.

“Yes... Yes... No... No... No...“

“My top speed recorded from my last battle had me flying at approximately Mach 6,000,” Giselle rattled off, her wing straightening out its blade-like feathers. “I last flew outside the atmosphere of my planet with my Quantum Driver’s assistance. I unfortunately lack it on my person for the moment.“

Her face matched her quiet, almost uninterested tone, as if she had only been asking who this was about the snow instead of admitting to being more than superhuman.

“And no, I don’t mind.”

[angelicqualia]

“.........“

“Happy... New Year.“

She might as well sample some of the bubbling apple cider that people are toasting with.

[angelicqualia]

ooc: One last meme for my side before the big 2020.

[angelicqualia]

karmotrinelifesaver‌:

So they didn’t seem offended, which was a good sign, and Jill let out a little sigh of relief. She wouldn’t consider Earth an ‘outer’ world, but she’s been here long enough to realize that there was no point in trying to reach common ground there.

She also didn’t expect that this person actually was a knight! In the past anyway. Lucky coincidence.

“Police, knights… basically serve the same purpose. Most of the time. I didn’t expect you to actually be called a knight, too, though. But you seem much more… high tech? Than the ones back home.”

Jill couldn’t help but stare at the tail for a moment, wondering how easy it would be to control… and its purpose? Did it help for balance? Did someone with a body like that really need to worry about balance?

“What? No, that doesn’t unnerve me at all. Artificial life was kind of what my home city was known for, basically. One of my closer friends is a Lilim, and I’ve served a lot of them at the bar I worked at.”

She would personally find it more odd if someone did find it unnerving.

“…Are other people here usually put off by it?”

“I understand.“

The woman’s hair reminded her of the style Popo wore hers in. She seemed to also be taking in her general look. Klaus had never gone into personal detail about her creation after he had made her, but she had read his personal documents. He had been in need of a personal servant and he had used whatever angel parts that Mother could spare for him until he had an efficient one. The puzzling fact that he had later denounced her as a failure after her refusal to fight anymore still remained housed in her archive.

Were people off-put by her appearance? Giselle stilled herself, her tail curling upon the ground. Her somber thoughts were pushed aside for even more. 

“...Somewhat. Although, I was compliant in several... unfortunate events. The kingdom I serve now was engaged in a war with my former species. I defected, after coming to terms with what a friend talked to me about. I realized that what my kind and what I was fighting for was wrong. Now... I am here.“

If she desired to learn more, then Giselle would comply. While keeping her past hidden to ensure that no panic was caused, she had never given the idea of lying about herself much consideration. Should she lie? Alto would no doubt feel terrible for her, if he were to somehow come here and learn of what she had been saying.

Whatever the case...

“A Lilim. I lack the data on what that is. Of course, I lack knowledge of most places that are not apart of my former home. The term doesn’t exist in our current records.“

[charmingsecretary]

Giselle & The Belles [Closed]

[angelicqualia]

charmingsecretary‌:

Oh. They didn’t take the hint. Susie sighs with an air of put-on woe. How was she supposed to make any money as a singer if people wouldn’t tip her after a show?

When she stops thinking about her own troubles and reflects upon what the cloaked girl said, the implications strike her as a tad bizarre. She tilts her head, giving them a skeptical look.

“Nonexistent? You mean… they don’t sing? Do they not have music where you come from?”

Not the most unusual thing she’s heard of… if this person’s home world was a desolate void.

“But yes, that’s correct. I’m not native to this city. The closest point of reference would be… Planet Popstar! It’s a five-pointed planet with a lovely yellow hue. But I can only assume you’ve never been there before.”

“There does exist... music. We do have musicians and instruments for festivals and social gatherings. Song, however, is... rare.“

A definitely tricky concept to explain, especially to someone from a different world. Giselle had to wonder if any of her neighbors here had to deal with their own strife back home, sorting out any troubles with their own false gods. She would hate to think what could possibly be happening to their original homes without them there to fulfill their roles. 

“Correct. I have never been to this Planet Popstar, nor have I encountered the name of such a place in any recorded texts of my home,” she continued, adjusting her hood. After which, she proceeded to give the other woman a brief nod. “For the record, my name is Giselle.“

Giselle ambled away from her previous spot, leaving circular spots in the snow with every creaking. It would become apparent to Susie very quickly, unless she somehow didn’t notice the long red tail poking out from the bottom of the frayed cloak, that Giselle wasn’t all that human. In shape, at least (she was considerate enough about her appearance to at least keep her claws sheathed away). 

“Humans in my world used to sing. We called the ancient ones the Technolomies. Although, putting the results of my last journey into perspective, the people of the present day are beginning to remember. Thousands of years ago, humans on my own planet learned how to channel magic through song. After a while, only females known collectively as witches could only sing.“

So very long ago, and yet, it still felt like only a short time since Klaus had last explained the history of the world to her in his ‘lessons’. 

“It is... complicated, but humans forgot how to sing due to a curse imposed upon them. I shouldn’t be surprised to see that others are unable to still utilize song in the realms that were left untouched. ...You have a good voice.“

[angelicqualia]

gardenwreath‌:

Hairu nodded. She did not think that the other woman was echoing her own statement in a mocking manner; rather, the two of them were simply stating facts. That’s how Hairu saw it, anyhow.

Her eyes began to wander, and she was hardly subtle about how she did so; she wondered what sort of costume the woman was wearing. Was it cosplay, or something else? Regardless, Hairu found it cute. Inevitably, her gaze fell upon the take out container, and she quickly fixated upon it. As soon as it was offered to her, Hairu beamed.

“I’ll take it,” she began. “Thank you!”

Hairu reached out to take the container, only to pause.

“Huh? What do you mean that you don’t need to eat?”

A life without food… Hairu could not fathom it.

“You’re welcome.“

Just as she was handing over the container, the other paused. Giselle herself froze up somewhat at her question.

“Hmmm?“ 

...Oh, yes, her body’s requirements often did draw a bit of attention and curiosity. No matter. She was always prepared to enlighten others on her schematics, regardless of how utterly fantastic they sounded, even to the normal citizens of Regnant. 

“I’ll repeat it: The choice to consume food for nutrients is purely optional for me. I’m not an organic life-form, despite our similar appearances. I’m an artificial construct, built to derive energy from the Qualia and mana engine within my frame.“

She brought one hand away from the container, motioning to the amber-colored gemstone lodged below her chest-plate. It shone brightly, even with very little sun out today. 

“Back home, I’m what is known to humans as an angel, though I’m completely man-made. You may simply address me as Giselle.“

[angelicqualia]

076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what?

076. How do they express anger? 

Giselle is rarely, if ever, angry. She mostly carries herself in a rather servile, tranquil manner, her flat line of a mouth hiding her true feelings. When her emotions are strong enough to actually change her expression, she is often unaware of motions her facial muscles are going through (yes, she is just that disjointed from making the connections between her nerves and the sparks of feeling in her brain). 

If Giselle is mad at someone, it’s mostly out of her being offended or disappointed somehow. She is not particularly wrathful. Even when fought as an enemy in-game, all of her shouts of aggression were given with a totally blank face. Now? She’s been around others enough to pick up on what motions to go through. In Giselle’s case, her eyes half-close and her tone is a tad more curt than usual. In extreme circumstances, her eyes will completely flash red, with her pupils and irises mixing together into a bright shade of scarlet. She may also bare her claws on reflex or twitch her tail while the rest of her body remains deathly still.   

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

Like being angry, Giselle rarely cries. She has a lot to be sad about, but she has also had some time to think about it (facing down her old master being her biggest issue that she ruminates over). It’s not that Giselle lacks the capacity to be sad; she just would rather focus on what’s ahead of her in the future. Part of her does wish a lot of things turned out differently, yet she would rather not wallow in sorrow. 

It’s rather odd in a way, as when Marie and Eve die or are sealed away in the story, the rest of the party weeps and mourns for their loss... and yet, Giselle doesn’t say anything to either of them or sheds any tears for their situations. She very likely pities Eve’s circumstances in the true ending and was disappointed in her own clones having to die, but she mainly frowns and stays quiet for a while. Giselle likely needs quite a bit more time to form bonds with more people in order to help her heart ‘soften’ up some more. Even if she did begin to cry, it’s highly likely, she would be confused as to why she was even shedding tears in the first place.

[angelicqualia]

068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? // 097. How well do they adapt to change?

068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 

Giselle is pretty damn responsible about a lot of things, although most of her inclination to do so is because such a feeling and want has been programmed into her. Maybe not entirely, but during her servitude to Klaus and after joining the party, she was rather determined to carry out any order that anybody issued to her, whether it was getting them a cup of water or even just following them into another room (Alto had to rephrase his casual invite to the observatory into an order to get her to comply). Giselle’s teammate Mordimort, who is rather lazy and unable to really fend for herself, is someone that she helps out a lot, but she eventually learned that there was a difference in helping out someone and basically running errands for them while they nap all day. 

Giselle has gotten a bit better in her judgement after the main story, but she will still volunteer to help others, even if she doesn’t know them. It’s less about her wanting to be a servant for others and more of her feeling that as her new duty as a knight, it’s her task to give aid to others that are in trouble (she is definitely the least cynical person in the story and doesn’t judge others a lot outside of how she sees them act).

097. How well do they adapt to change?

Gradually. It took Giselle at least a month or so to warm up to the rest of her party, Alto aside. Even attending a tea party was something she wasn’t unsure of how to partake in, since she never ate with other people around. She never really socialized with others outside of fighting them either. Giselle asks ‘why’ a lot toward general human activities because she wants to know why others like or get out of experiencing them. She isn’t very emotional, which makes it easier for her to accept certain things because she often attempt to pick them apart and be logical about them.

[angelicqualia]

“Based on what my research has gleaned from word of mouth and reading various texts, I would like to take the moment to wish you all a Merry Christmas. My view of the holiday is somewhat limited, but my regards are with you all the same.“

“However, I find the acceptance of allowing the figure known as Santa Claus having clearance to freely enter and leave one’s home in the middle of the night... concerning.“