thekingmaker: ([Emote] Stepping Into The Light)
Merlin Caledonensis ([personal profile] thekingmaker) wrote2012-06-08 11:26 am

so it begins (franken!gabe)

Science and magic were kin to each other, but distant where it counted. The balance was a careful one between the chemical reactions and formulas of men and the ancient powers of the gods, entrusted to the likes of him...eternal powers that had lived and moved long before the animal called Man was a glimmer in the eye of the Creator. For many lifetimes, Merlin used both to full advantage, rarely blending the two as one, for science was new and magic was volatile.

The world was losing its need for kings, but warriors were needed, soldiers for the light. And that was what his kind were for, the ancient ones, the Kingmakers and mages: they lived to fill a need.

He began with the idea of one body from many parts, but soon resolved to take a single body and make it incorruptible. The pauper's grave was old, perhaps a hundred years or so, the vermin having long since made a meal of the rancid flesh to leave behind a skeleton charred by fire. It was a small thing, a child's task, to return flesh to bone, but he labored for years in an effort to wipe the final scars away, without success. He could restore the body, but the horrors of its end would never come away.

When flesh and sinew were restored, Merle was pleased to find his specimen was handsome, a man blessed with distinguished features and Roman coloring. Still a corpse on a slab, Merle named him Gabriel, for like God's own herald, his birth would announce to the world that a new age was dawning.

Through the ancient will of Osiris and the chemistry of compounds injected into his blood, he would never die because of age, remain eternally young and healthy. Through the invocation of the Catholic God and the power of the saints, divinity would mend broken flesh, and careful application of the power from the skies, lightning and electricity, honed muscle tissue and endurance to a fine edge to bless living tissue with strength untold, and stamina only seen in a dozen strong, healthy men.

All that was left was to recall life itself to the dead.

The platform containing Gabriel's body sat outside in a protective circle cast at the peak of the full moon. A thunderstorm was predicted, and as it raged Merle struggled with the last of his work, a lightning rod clamped to the edge of the wood, with wires coiled at the wrists, throat, and across the broad chest to ensure the most vital pulse points and chakras would be infused with the full charge needed to restore life to the flesh.

Once done, he swept away the rainwater dripping into his face and gazed down at his creation, trussed in wire and sterile linen, waiting to be reborn. Laying a hand on its shoulder, he felt for a moment as a father might when a child is to be born.

"Creator protect us both, my son!" he called over the storm. "And may he guide you safely back to us!"

Merle hurried back into the house, door left open as he stood in the doorway, dripping on his own floor, and waited.

An hour later, the thunder and lightning began to draw closer. An hour after that, it was all but on top of them.

One hour after that, a bolt of lightning finally gave its life-giving power to the corpse outside.
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Pain. There was nothing but pain. No sound left him, his body tensing and jerking against its will. It wasn't very long before more movement was allowed, although there was a brief moment where his body went one direction and something held the rest of him towards the bed. Another jerk allowed the rest of his body to fall, leaving him prone on the flat surface beneath him. His entire body shook, limbs twisting about as if they didn't know what to do with themselves.

His head came up and the hazel eyes took in the world around him, not understanding anything they saw. His legs flopped about, his arms struggling to lift himself upward. He turned partly to the side and cried out as his eyes looked upward and couldn't see anything anymore, finding safety looking down once more.

He began to lift himself upward once again, his muscles straining as his torso rose from the floor. The hazel eyes blinked blearily, catching sight of something drawing closer.

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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-08 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The eyes looked at him with complete incomprehension. A strangled sound escaped him as he was pulled upwards, his legs forced to carry his weight.

Upright for the first time, most of his weight was not on his legs, leaning against that which had pulled him upright. His legs flopped around for a few moments before managed to plant his foot flat on the ground. It wasn't very long after that where he eased his weight onto it, followed by putting his second foot on the ground and doing the same with that. Standing upright with precarious balance, he turned his head sideways, his expression excitable. "'Oy!"
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-08 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He felt himself pulled forward, and a squeal of delight left him as he trudged in that direction, his legs not quite under him as his body reminded him how to move. Awkwardly, the two men moved, and it was easier to see.

The eyes looked around. Things weren't falling anymore. It was easier to see. The thing that had blinded him before didn't hurt as much to look at. He stumbled toward it, instead falling onto his knees and ending up a tangled mass of limbs as he managed to sit himself on the floor. He looked upwards, hazel eyes wide, as his body began to shake of its own accord.
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-08 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He found himself looking at something unfamiliar to him, yet the sight brought him comfort. "'Ad!" Using his limbs, he rose to his feet and began to awkwardly walk in the forward direction once more, going where he was led. Looking downward, he found his limbs looking just like the others, even if they weren't working the same way. With some effort, he was able to draw his legs closer to one another, trying to mimic the other man's movements.

Then everything changed. Whatever was falling on him before wasn't anymore, although he was feeling its effects. His body began to tremble harder, his jaw chattering slightly.
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-08 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He just watched as the other man ran the object over him, frowning softly as he took it in. After a few minutes of this, he gripped it and pulled, taking it for himself. As if experimenting, he mimicked what had just been done, running it along himself. It felt nice.

A giggle escaped him, and he pushed forward, stumbling and falling to his knees to do the same to the other one like he'd done to him. He lacked the other's coordination, but his arms were flailing far less than they had been earlier, and it was obvious he was not trying to kill him, but dry him. Despite the occasional accidental shove and punch that happened in the process.
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A squealing sound escaped him as he found himself unable to see again, but soon it was obvious what the other was doing. He brought his limbs up and began to mimic what the other was doing.

When the other rose, he joined him, rising to his feet to follow, extending his hand to curl around the other's shoulder like he had been before, exclaiming excitedly before moving forward with him.

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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-11 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a difficult thing to grasp, trying to realize he had been alive before. Death by fire. His eyes looked sideways at the fireplace and absently drew away from it slightly.

"Live again," he echoed, dropping his eyebrows in confusion. Death was final, wasn't it? Or was he not remembering something right?
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Gabriel's eyes widened, but somehow, he didn't seem startled. He didn't understand the words Merlin just used, but he could see proof of it. Could he do something like that?

Looking down at his chest, he drew his tunic forward and looked down at the angry red lines that marred his skin. Frowning, he spent some time focusing, his body remembering what to do, even if his mind didn't. Slowly, the redness began to fade, leaving unmarked skin beneath his tunic.

His eyes looked back at Merlin, then pointed at himself curiously. "Wizard?"
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-11 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
His body tensed at the term 'witch', but the reason why was lost on him. So instead he relaxed, listening to Merlin's words once again. He didn't understand any of it, so instead he just nodded and went back to eating his stew.

Gabriel finished his meal, frowning down into the bowl. He shook his head a bit, trying to recall something. Something important. But there was a barrier, something preventing him from remembering it. More frustratingly, the more he thought about it, the further away it seemed to get.
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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gabriel shook his head fiercely, motioning absently with his hands. "Remember. Not remember." He motioned to his mind, then to where Merlin had drawn the invisible line before, tapping the tabletop lightly, then tracing where the line had been. "Alive. Not remember." And that was important. It was important to remember.
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"Things... Done to me?" Gabriel questioned, the frown still in place. Those things were keeping him from remembering. Maybe knowing that would help him remember.
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Gabriel knew what the bed was for, some instinct told him that. But he was far from tired. If he was raised from the dead, then he had been sleeping for far too long. Taking Merlin's words to heart, he didn't leave the home, instead exploring the home. It seemed endless, and there were books everywhere. The thought made his heart ache in a way he couldn't understand, and that made him hurt worse.

Taking one off the shelf gingerly, Gabriel opened it to the beginning.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but by the time he looked up from the pages he had been reading, he could see the sun's rays peeking through the window. Ignoring Merlin and the pile of books that had formed around him overnight, Gabriel moved to the window, looking awestruck at the rising sun. "Apollo," he breathed. He looked over his shoulder at Merlin, and smiled broadly. "Leave the house now, Merlin?"

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[personal profile] veritasjusticia 2012-06-12 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am... a soldier then." Somehow, that was more reassuring than being a king. "But fight alone? No army? Soldier... before?" The idea that this world that he barely knew was at risk of falling was something he didn't want to even contemplate thinking about. He paused, thinking carefully about how to phrase things before continuing. "Who... am I fighting?" He didn't know if he could fight, but if he was meant to be a soldier, who was he to argue? He was a soldier that could heal himself. Certainly that was useful. If only Hercules had such a skill; the Trojan War would not have been nearly as complex.