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mechanical_nocturne) wrote2015-12-25 11:59 pm
mechanical_nocturne) wrote2015-12-25 11:59 pm
[Kizier and Tharii Verse] Slow Burn
Night eight. Little sleep. Proceeding with Experiment 342. Seems promising.
There was the ringing in the back of his head. Brief, a light stroke against his neurons. His heart leapt. Could it be him? Could he be reaching out from...wherever he was now?
Experiencing mental hallucinations, he scribbled down. The scritching of the pencil on his lab notebook and the flicker of the fire lighting the room were the only audible sounds. My kizier is dead and cannot speak to me.
He paused after writing that, meaning only to think it. The words stared back into him, and he threw down his pencil and rubbed at his eyes.
"I shouldn't be doing this now," he muttered to himself.
Ketran had managed to acquire a piece of Thallian's sister's hair, along with saliva from a drinking cup leftover from a seemingly innocent lunch meeting. The DNA it yielded gave him hope. If Thallian's mother and father had still been alive, he would have been able to get a complete genetic profile.
No matter. He would work with what he had.
He had sought out people with similar physical traits to Thallian. Acquired DNA from them through... well. Whatever means necessary.
He was so close, now. Piece by piece he worked to reconstruct Thallian's genetic profile. Nothing had remained after the fire... no, Thallian knew Ketran would try something like this, and wanted to make sure no part of him remained.
Ketran didn't care for Thallian's protest at his "necromancy". If Thallian didn't care enough for him to keep himself alive, then why should Ketran care how Thallian felt about being brought back?
He took a deep breath, and began to focus.
Several hours later, he held the dish in his hands. Had he done it? Would the altered fertilized egg take to the uterus he was paying Mariark to magically keep alive?
Ketran chewed on his bottom lip as he transferred the egg.
"Come back to me, Thallian," he whispered.
The gods had seen fit to burden Thallian with more than he could take. If they couldn't do their job properly, Ketran reasoned, then he would have to do it for them.
There was the ringing in the back of his head. Brief, a light stroke against his neurons. His heart leapt. Could it be him? Could he be reaching out from...wherever he was now?
Experiencing mental hallucinations, he scribbled down. The scritching of the pencil on his lab notebook and the flicker of the fire lighting the room were the only audible sounds. My kizier is dead and cannot speak to me.
He paused after writing that, meaning only to think it. The words stared back into him, and he threw down his pencil and rubbed at his eyes.
"I shouldn't be doing this now," he muttered to himself.
Ketran had managed to acquire a piece of Thallian's sister's hair, along with saliva from a drinking cup leftover from a seemingly innocent lunch meeting. The DNA it yielded gave him hope. If Thallian's mother and father had still been alive, he would have been able to get a complete genetic profile.
No matter. He would work with what he had.
He had sought out people with similar physical traits to Thallian. Acquired DNA from them through... well. Whatever means necessary.
He was so close, now. Piece by piece he worked to reconstruct Thallian's genetic profile. Nothing had remained after the fire... no, Thallian knew Ketran would try something like this, and wanted to make sure no part of him remained.
Ketran didn't care for Thallian's protest at his "necromancy". If Thallian didn't care enough for him to keep himself alive, then why should Ketran care how Thallian felt about being brought back?
He took a deep breath, and began to focus.
Several hours later, he held the dish in his hands. Had he done it? Would the altered fertilized egg take to the uterus he was paying Mariark to magically keep alive?
Ketran chewed on his bottom lip as he transferred the egg.
"Come back to me, Thallian," he whispered.
The gods had seen fit to burden Thallian with more than he could take. If they couldn't do their job properly, Ketran reasoned, then he would have to do it for them.