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caveofsapphires2012-06-02 09:03 pm
trickntreats) wrote in 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.
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.
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"Maybe when she's older. But she needs a lot of care right now, and I don't want to disrupt the imprinting process. If I'm going to train her, it's crucial that she sees me as the primary feeder and caregiver."
Unlike human children, who had frankly never seemed worth the effort, a cat would actually be useful.
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Even though he had that experience only by dint of the fact that his world had animals in the first place.
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It was a fairly empty threat, but then she was pretty sure Gabriel's threat was empty too. And she didn't really mind if the kitten liked him, as long as it didn't stop liking her best.
It was getting on for four or five now, to judge by the shadows and the colour of the light, and Re-l hadn't eaten since the morning.
"What do you want for dinner?" she said, more a formality than anything else. She was not a versatile cook.
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That question threw him for just a bit of a loop, though. "I'd tell you to surprise me, but I think I might wind up with something tabasco-filled," the Archangel said with a snort, and then shrugged one shoulder. "Eh, pretty sure there's something spaghetti-like in one of my cupboards. At least then I can avoid the tabasco-filled bolognese."
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She stood up, pulling a face at the mention of spaghetti. She'd had a fairly steep learning curve with that. Stew was so much easier. But she could manage something simple.
She climbed into the caravan but left the door open, so that she could talk to Gabriel while she cooked. Cooking was too dull to do without a distraction.
"Did you ever do anything like this to yourself back home?"
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Then he paused. "That depends on what you mean by 'like this'. Blinding myself because a reality pocket blew up in my face, no, not so much. Getting stabbed through the chest because my stupid older brother refused back down, well, that only happened the once."
Gabriel put a glib tone on it, but if Re-l listened closeness there was still a trace of bitterness to the words.
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"Your brother stabbed you? Why? What were you doing? How serious was it? can angels even be hurt?"
The questions poured out of her, but she didn't stay still to hear the answers. There was food to make. The pot went on the little stove, filled with water, and while she waited for it boil Re-l chopped tomatoes and basil. It was something Vincent had made for her once, and it was relatively simple. Even she should be able to manage it.