trickntreats: (when the world comes crashing down)
Gabriel ([personal profile] trickntreats) wrote in [community profile] caveofsapphires2012-06-02 09:03 pm

hurt myself again today

WHO: Gabriel (Sylvester Wilton), [OPEN]
WHAT: Power discovery goes very, very wrong.
WHERE: Syl's caravan, the Cave, anywhere else it's conceivable to him to be
WHEN: 2 June - 9 June 2012
WARNINGS: None yet
NOTES: Looking for nummy new CR, or call-backs to earlier CR he hasn't spoken to for a while, especially for the initial helping-hand thread, please. :3 Multiple threads with the same character throughout the week are welcome. Also, Gabe will not be able to see peoples' souls for the duration.

Actionspam also welcome if that's better for people!


It was the conversation with the Doctor which had planted the thought in Gabriel's head. Well, the conversation with the Doctor and that little hole Re-l had discovered in the back of the wardrobe. The fact was that his constructs were, technically, a reality-warp. They used the fabric of reality to create something out of nothing ... well, nothing that could be seen, anyway.

And if he could do that, then maybe he could take things a step further into doing something else. Like actual reality manipulation.

Which was why he was staring contemplatively at the wall of Syl's caravan, ratta-tapping the counter. A small pocket to start with, he decided. A little safe in the wall. He could cover it with a painting, or something. It wasn't like anyone would assume there would be anything behind it, given the tininess of the caravan.

In the past he'd found that as long as he kept a detailed image of an object in mind, he shouldn't think too hard about the creation in order for it to work. As long as he knew how it was built, that seemed to be all he needed. Well, he knew how these reality manipulations went. So once he had a structured image of the little hidey-hole in mind, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

The ensuing flash of light and shockwave which rattled the caravan was visible from blocks away. Gabriel pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head ringing and back aching as if he'd just been thrown against the far wall--which he had. He moved gingerly, pushing himself up against the wall that opened, breathing hard and blinking, and trying not to be sick. The nauseous feeling passed after a few minutes and the ringing in his head dulled to a slight throb.

His vision faded from the white turn of dizziness into steady blackness, and the archangel's stomach flipped over with dread. "Oh, no."

* * *


The next week was ... well, it was something close to Hell. Gabriel couldn't tell whether his screw-up had permenantly messed with his sight or not, and every time he opened his eyes and saw nothing it twisted his gut to such a degree that he felt sick.

Blind. Not just blind the way his brothers were still blind, but completely. He couldn't even move the caravan far, because he couldn't see the streets; there was an autopilot installed on the driver's booth, because Syl had referenced it in his notes, but the archangel couldn't see to program it in the first place. The archangel was forced to walk if he ever wanted to go anywhere, one hand planted firmly on a wall just so he could make sure he was going the right way.

And no angel radar meant he got lost. Frequently. There were few things as terrifying as having no wall, no concept as to where the wall was, and no idea if he was on the right street.

He managed to find his way to the train back to the Cave, once, on the 7th, with some intention of seeing the doctors there. Then some part of him had spoken up, told him he couldn't very well just give in like that, and he hadn't wound up going to see them at all. Instead he'd wandered, lost, through the Cave until he'd found his way back to the metro and returned to the City with his pride intact and his sanity shot.

The day he woke up to find his sight had returned, blurry at first, he was about ready to weep with relief.
tactical_alert: (considering)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-04 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Something wasn't right--well, that was plainly obvious enough as it was, but the angel had more wrong about him than just simply being tossed about a bit. Malcolm had a bit of field medicine under his belt, but there wasn't much that could be done for something like blindness.

He moved closer, slowly, and gave what he hoped was a more calming chuckle. "Unfortunately, a few times. It's a danger one faces when one habitually works with weaponry." A hand slipped onto Gabriel's shoulder. The other hand gave an experimental wave before his face, just to make sure there wasn't any recognition of movement of any sort. "Whatever blew up in yours caused quite the disturbance. I would have sworn I was going to come upon this street and find no street left."
tactical_alert: (let me pop a few buttons here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-04 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
The violent reaction gave him a start, but it wasn't unexpected if he was so suddenly blind. The knuckle-bashing and the deathgrip didn't faze him. "'Reality-pocket'?" he echoed, confusion lacing his tone. "You can just summon up little bits of another reality?"

He supposed, at least for now, it wasn't terribly important if he wasn't going to understand it, but it might be important for someone to figure out how to fix him up if it was something that wouldn't heal on its own. "Who knew angelic powers were such an exact science," Malcolm eventually murmured before shifting closer. "Let's get you up and out a bit, perhaps take a rest and get some help, hm? Might have to get you back to the cave for that."
tactical_alert: (not sure if serious or trolling)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-04 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was true, going to the cave was likely not the best course of action, but as far as he was aware, their hospital was fully functioning--and fully staffed. "I'll have to check a map, then." It was a large city. There was plenty he still didn't know existed, and he hadn't kept track of where everyone went after arriving. "And now that we've some proper communicators, I can even call him up and ask. I'd still like to get you up, make sure the rest of you is functioning as well as we can hope without some scans. Let's at least move up front and sit comfortably, hm?" One thing nobody had ever accused him of was having a bad bedside manner.

"And yes, bit difficult to forget someone claiming to be an angel. I honestly thought you a loon at first, but who am I to judge these things, after all?"
tactical_alert: (and what have we here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-04 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right." No reason to argue with that. Doing so would only cause undue aggravation anyway. Even if the blindness was temporary, Gabriel would have to start quickly learning to move about with it, at least until it cleared. Malcolm stayed steadfastly beside him, guiding carefully. "Steady as she goes. Over here. Feel it?" He gave the wardrobe a little knock.
tactical_alert: (mmhm totally not at all distracted)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-05 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Gabriel could have hurt himself worse, so it was marginally a success just to get over there. "All right, just relax for a few moments." Right, Institute of Science, Institute of Science... "Who is this doctor, anyway? A doctor of what, exactly?" It seemed like it wasn't likely to be medicine, else they'd probably be at the hospital, or some other clinic. At the Institute of Science, it could be a doctor of xenolinguistics for all he knew.

"I suppose I'll be driving your sorry arse there," he chided lightly, jokingly.
tactical_alert: (isn't this bloody well ironic)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2012-06-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"At least someone does, because I certainly wouldn't be able to help in the realm of metaphysics. Now, if you want me to blow something up, that's a much different story..."

Malcolm didn't think it would be calming to mention that he'd seen these kind of vehicles last in a museum, although he assumed they worked very similarly to vehicles of his own time. "I'll make certain to be very careful not to crash into the abundance of traffic out on these streets," he instead wryly commented. "You just sit comfortably, and I'll get you where you need to go without hoping there's someone who's capable of repairing caravans around."