hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.

This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.

Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.

To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...

► This log covers October 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you die in dreams you don't die in real life, but if you somehow die in real life anyway, please let us know here.

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[ There's a girl. He's in a kitchen that isn't his or anyone elses he knows, and for some reason he knows that's not important. What isimportant is the looming quality it has, the sadness, and Richie is reminded strongly of the day Georgie went missing. Not that someone died, he doesn't think, not from a car driving away and the words she says, but someone's left the girl in grey. It's the same morose thought, like something caught in his throat.

He decides to do the same thing he did with Georgie's brother. Sure, it's a girl, but if Beverly Marsh has proved anything it's that girls are just guys with boobs sometimes. He's banking on that as he reaches over and punches her in the arm, doing his best British voice. Doing voices always cheered people up, right? ]

I say, my dear girl, keep your chin up! Stiff lip and all that, wot wot! It's not like you needed him anyway!

[ Is it her parents? Boyfriend? He doesn't know. He's guessing. He's guessing and trying very hard to ignore the fact that a girl might be crying in front of him. He fumbles with his glasses, and tries a grin. ]

Edited 2017-10-16 04:27 (UTC)

[Jo is too happy to even question why there's a random kid in her backseat. It's a dream, they don't always make sense.

She twists and smiles back at him.]

Trunk's kind of full too. [If Richie turns around he'll see a locked trunk in the back of the Jeep that takes up most of the space. Never let it be said that the Harvelle's aren't prepared on a hunt. Plus, they kind of live out of the car now, when they aren't crashing at Bobby's.]

Why am I here?

[Kain shuffles a bit, testing the strength of those shackles. But he's tightly bound, not able to escape anytime soon. He's at the mercy of whoever's captured him. As he looks up at the young man, he feels a sense of relief as he recognizes him.]

Atem? What's going on? What is this place?

The first thing Kain notices is that he's still underground. But it's different, somehow... The more that he sees of the place, the more it's confirmed that he's not anywhere near Hadriel at the moment. He looks around curiously at the cave's inhabitants, who clearly appear to be dwarves. Except... this is different from the underground that he knows, too, and the dwarves he knows, for that matter.

The moment he sees Aren, it all clicks. Yes, that's right... she's from some other dwarven world, underground still, but... not quite like the one he's been to.

"Aren?" Kain scowls at one of the people hurling insults, then looks toward her. "How dare they treat you in such a way. Perhaps you ought to insult them back."

Kain feels a deep sense of oppression as he walks through that desolate village. He shivers, trying to change direction and find some way out of there. It's all too familiar... and soon enough, he realizes where he is. When he'd last been here, the village had been burning, in the midst of being destroyed. The aftermath is much more depressing than he'd have thought.

"You did this..."

"Murderer..."

"Why? Why did you hurt us, why?!"

The last stone he gets too close to sounds too much like an upset child, and Kain hastily backs away. It's probably best if he keeps a good distance from those. He looks around and...

"Rydia?!"

[ When Richie winds up in an airplane hangar with loud punk (ish?) music, he doesn't even question it. Why would he? It's too fucking awesome. He's pushing his way to the front--he wants to see, 'scuse him, fuck you, my bad, elbows elbows elbows, and when he finally pushes past the shirtless guy with a mowhawk and someone who looks like a hipster even though the term doesn't exist to Richie, he comes face to face with--

--actually, with a barricade. But he nimbly steps over it so he can hang from it, amazed his glasses stay on with all of the jostling, and what he sees is someone that looks so similar to him he thinks he's seeing himself for a moment, or a long lost brother.

That's the only explanation, right? The same pointed-flat nose, same hair colour, and sure the different eye colour and the absence of a few freckles is a thing, but it gives him a start.

Until, of course, he realizes what song is playing. And it's awesome. He throws his fist into the air, screams along the words, and flashes the devil horns. ]

Edited 2017-10-16 04:51 (UTC)

[What kind of relationship? Not great, apparently.

The Thing continues to prowl back and forth like a caged tiger, its "eyes" never leaving the figure in the center of the room. Michael, meanwhile, continues to play keep away, moving to stand in front of it wherever it goes. It's exhausting, and a big part of him wants to just let the monster take what it wants, but he can't because... well, because he can't. (Dream logic???)

Eventually the beast gets fed up. It rises up on its hind legs, towering over Michael, and screeches, apparently trying to intimidate him. But Michael is fed up, too. He shoves at the thing, and while it doesn't look like it's very substantial, it's at least solid to him. It's also very, very offended.

The Visitor brings its weight down on Michael's shoulders, tackling him to the floor, continuing to yell. Its jaws snap shut, inches from his face, like there's something keeping it from actually hurting him.]

It should be weird that she's on the field of battle instead of where she should be, in the tower. It's also weird that there's someone speaking to her, let alone that she can even hear him over the titanic clash all around them. But unless Cole directly engages, the darkspawn don't seem to even notice him. The same would hold true of Aren, but...well, that ever really a likely scenario for her.

Stabbing it a few extra times just because she can, the blood-splattered dwarf woman frowns as she turns around. That wound she thought healed has been torn open anew, and her hurt and fury has to go somewhere. Given a clearer head, she'll feel bad about it, but...right now, there's only pain masquerading as rage. "The king is dead! Duncan is dead! All because Loghain took his men and left! And I'm just supposed to stand around and watch it happen and...do nothing?"

There are so many darkspawn that need stabbing, so many. And a rapidly dwindling amount of Grey Wardens and common soldiers. This isn't a fight that's winnable by any stretch, no matter what she does.

[Oh. Oh. Yep. That's... yeah.]

Like you saw and felt everything, right? Through the eyes of something else?

[Why is she here? Why is she seeing this? This doesn't make any sense.]

That voice...Aren has a destination in mind, but she stops short upon turning and staring at Kain, dumbfounded. The human she'd met earlier, the one who'd helped her fight the ogre. What was he doing here?

Then his words sunk in, and she shakes her head. "Hah. The only thing that'd bring down would be a beating from the guards. And they'd get away with it, too. They have castes, I -we- don't. We're not people to them--"

"Aren, there you are!" Another branded dwarf strides up, and she turns to glance over to her friend, Leske. "You'd better get home. Your mother's at it again, and even Rica can't mellow her out."

"...joy." She rubs her forehead, entirely unenthusiastic.

"And find me after. Beraht has another job for us." He strides away, likewise taking care to steer clear of the guards.

"Fuck this, I'm not dealing with her shit again--" Aren strides the way she came, only to find that no matter where she turns, the path leads her in the same direction. Toward 'home'.

[ You're in an arcade. It's summer, that's obvious from the heat. It's not painfully hot though, because despite the lack of air conditioning the doors are open and there's a breeze that brings on the cool wind from the rivers and streams in the town.

The town itself is perfect, too. It's smalltown USA, from the american flag flying freely visible from a window to a idyllic shop that has 'the best in Maine.' It's also very, very obviously the 80s. Maybe the fashion tipped you off, or how old the games are, or Bonnie Tyler belting out that she needs a hero heard among the beeps and boops of the machines and the holler of a crowd that's gathered around the air hockey table.

In front of you is an arcade game. Not just any arcade game, though. It's Street Fighter. The original, the first, the best, and currently there's a flashing 'continue?' prompt that ticks on. A small hand taps the side of the screen, where a quarter's been laid neatly out. The glasses, the loudly patterned shirt, the loud voice--it's definitely Richie. ]

I had dibs on the next one, see? My quarter's there, bucko. Move, I have a good feeling about this.

Yeah, it was...

[Horrific. Terrifying? Neither of those seem to cover it, and Kyna buries her face in her hands for a second.]

What the fuck is this?

[While Mettaton does suffer the fools a moment or two, he can't really say he's pleased with the rather impolite question.

What?

What?!

How rude.]

My name is Mettaton, and I am not an object. I'm an individual, thank you very much!

[For someone bound in chains and not entirely aware of how he had ended up here, he's pretty sassy. What was the worst they could do to him? Harm him? Ha, they could try...]

Who are you, if you would grace me with such an answer? And what have I done to be treated so unfairly?!

[Hadriel is on fire and there's absolutely nothing Lup can do.

It seems to have started from nowhere, a single spark and the entire north end of the cave went up in flames in an instant, the fire raging so powerfully that the reflection of the flames against the cave ceiling bathed the entire underground city in red.

Lup stands in her blood-and-flesh body, watching the fire rage on with a horrified look, disbelief twisting at her mouth.]

No, not again--[her voice breaks, the usual walls she kept up demolished in the wake of this blaze.] This can't be happening!

[Something breaks her out of her thoughts and she turns quickly to find the visitor to her dream behind her, the elf's head shaking as her entire body trembles.] I didn't.... I'd never....

[Even with all that Hadriel has thrown at the woman, she's never once looked quite so vulnerable before.]

Edited 2017-10-16 05:37 (UTC)

[now that she's no longer panicking and her heart isn't about to burst from her chest, she gets a better look at Genesis's face. he looks almost sort of scary, but it's just a passing thought.]

Nope. No idea. I suppose... [she takes a deep breath to steady herself once she's standing on solid ground.] The last thing I remember is falling asleep. What is this place?

[ He was on the other side of the battlefield, fighting his own battles. But he knows what happens here. They all do.

(His father named him Canafinwe - one with a commanding voice. He named him truer than he knew)

A voice rises up, golden-rich and clear. It takes their grief and rage and harnesses it, coaxing fury from uncontrolled flame to something cold and deadly. And then hands the hilt to Fingon. ]

Kyrii's legs fumble at first while trying to find the purchase of grating beneath his feet. He resists a little less, especially with his arms pressed firmly behind his back, and walks at the machine's pace. Even if a millisecond of opportunity opened up to him, he would need to be careful not to break his arms in the process. He wouldn't get very far then.

He looks at the area around them as soon as his HUD boots up. Nothing but the same errors. It doesn't make sense.

"Where..." He says quietly, not particularly in the woman's direction.

It is in danger.

[ She is pretty dramatic... but in this one case, she's right. It might not be so noticeable here, among more well-kept knights, but the peasants are suffering, and the land itself is fading away. Britain is too close to man to be a part of the age of magic, and possess too much magic to be a part of the age of man. ]

... And yes, I am. But I am not just "thinking" of doing so. [ She looks over at the sword again. Her dramatic speech (and dramatic everything) is a little ridiculous coming from someone who looks fifteen at most. ] Just as humans have their function, mine is to draw that sword. I know that is what I was born for... my father made sure of it. I will strike down Britain's enemies as a dragon incarnate.

Not yet. I have only just arrived.

[ Her brother forgot his lance, and she was sent to deliver it. But then he went home, telling her to do the same — and knowing full well that she wouldn't.

With a completely straight face, unaware of how ridiculous she sounds: ]

But I will draw it. [ She looks over at him. ] Perhaps it is strange, but the sword's magic is undeniable. There is no other way to prove one's position as King Uther's heir.

[Magnus blinks down at Richie, then back at the quarter up on the machine. How the fuck did he end up here? Magnus has never played a video game, has never heard of any Earth circa 1989 culture. The song playing over the speakers is pretty bangin', though.

Uhh. Yeah.

[He numbly steps back, allowing Richie full control of the game.]

I don't even know how to play it, anyway.

[Oh, hey, a normal ass dream for once. Magnus sighs in relief as he surveys the treeline, hearing the tide crash in the distance. It's a nice place to be.

A tiny child runs past him, and he dodges backwards, letting out a little "oh!" as he avoids letting the dwarven child crash into his legs. The boy looks about ready to crash into something else, regardless.

Magnus looks around, hoping to see the kid's parents, but he just sees... another little kid, a dwarven girl reading and walking like she's the real architect of destruction around here, and Merle. And possibly some other people he knows pretty damn well. Well, alright.

Magnus walks into step with Merle, which he's got a lot of practice with. He just has to take little steps, on account of Merle's little legs.]

We get a babysitting gig no one told me about?

[how grandiose. Nah takes a few steps back away from the sword to give her space, and definitely not because she thinks Saber is a little strange, but when she says things like— wait. wait wait.]

Oh. You're a dragon as well? Er, unless that's just a figure of speech.

[she casts a somewhat doubtful look at Saber. this place is so weird.]

The clothes, while different, are still close enough to those from her own time that Saber doesn't feel out of place — though, fortunately for her, she's been taken for a nobleman. She couldn't claim to know anything of women's fashion, often staring at her wife's dresses in confusion, wondering how she could possibly move under so many layers. Of course, Guinevere had always been far more graceful than herself.

Regardless of familiarity, her initial reaction to the dream is wary, and understandably so. But by the time she sees Henry, though, she's allowed herself to relax somewhat. While all the gods are troublesome, there are those that chose to draw from more positive emotions — evidently, this is the work of one of those. Soon, she's stacking her plate high (ridiculously high, for one of her size) with barely contained glee, only for her eyes to widen in shock after only the first bite.

"This is... what has happened to the food since my time? This is far superior!" It helps, of course, that she's not dealing with Gawain's cooking, or the cooks that took her stoic silence as approval. She gives him a look of surprise. "You are most fortunate, Henry."

He will never know her suffering.

... "As well"?

[ The only other dragon she knows of is her uncle Vortigern; the evil white dragon to her own red. She should be wary, perhaps even combative, but — the strangeness of the dream helps her take it in stride. Her guard has already been substantially lowered by Hope's influence. ]

My core is that of the red dragon of Britain. I do not claim to know the details, but I am certain of that much. [ Merlin had explained it once: conceptual fertilization. But, despite her potential, most magical dealings go right over her head. ] ... I will assume that you mean no harm to this country, despite your origins.

[They have that in common, Adam and the girl. She is clumsy with social niceties. They are imprecise. They don't always mean what they express on the surface. But he is trying, and she can appreciate that. Or rather, her adult self can. At fifteen, Brennan is trying to hide her misery beneath anger. Trying, and failing.]

He has to. [She makes her hands into fists. Her gaze is set on where Russ's car used to be.] He's all I have left. If he doesn't, I--

[She falters. It's so much all at once. Their parents disappeared barely more than a week ago.]

He has to.

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whoooa this "evil spirit taking over".... IS KAIN!!!

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Richie Tozier; delight ota

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