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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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Mettaton still isn't scared, but given the tone of the situation, he is apprehensive. The wind is...unnatural. Eerie.

Cold.

But he doesn't flinch. Instead, a small crackle of electricity moves along his fingers, visible in the encroaching darkness which surrounded them both, but mostly it was him, wasn't it? The penalty was not on the winner, right, but the loser.

For a brief moment, he recalls shocking a small human child, threatening them with insane pyrotechnics and tile puzzles. He remembers what happens to those that lose, and the price they pay, and his apprehension grows. Because when did a simple card game become something so dire?

"It will be your problem soon," he hisses, and again, the small bolts dance across his gloves, conducting along his segmented arms. It's as good a threat as any. "Do not mistake me for someone who goes down easy. Let's hope, for your sake, that you can back up those silly little words of yours."

Aren didn't recognize where she was, of course. The building, the snipers on the roof, the people below, this scenescape is jarringly strange for her. At least there's one familiar sight, the girl with the tattoo, but...levitating, bleeding? What in the void had she just stepped into? Her eyes widen at Eleven's raw power, and its rather gory results. Especially the exploding heads, ew.

"You...you're a mage? A blood mage?" Where she Andrastian, that might be a problem, but Aren's tone is more one of wonder than horror. The girl wasn't nearly as helpless as she'd seemed. She shakes her head in amazement, then stares at what's left thanks to the blast. "That man who was talking...did you get him, too?" If not, well--she draws her blades and raises an eyebrow. Does she want the company?

[Seeing the head -and only the head- she halts and stares at it, stricken. But her task isn't going to complete itself, and she forces herself to halt. Drawing in a deep breath, Aren nods and tries to keep a steady voice.]

Let me just...put this with Cailen.

[At least Alistair isn't here to see this....]

"Yeah, no shit!" The blasts and clash of steel are overwhelming...and yet they aren't enough to block Cole's voice. His words reach her even as she's forced to witness Duncan using his blades to climb up the ogre.

Aren can't see this again, can't witness Duncan fall...but as she stalks away, the battlefield inevitably draws her back. Trying again, only means she returns in time to see the ogre fall, and Duncan seriously wounded.

"...well, shit."

There was nothing unusual. Not unless you considered a soaking wet floor to be normal that is?

Will walked through the hallway and into the other room. It was dark, darker than it should be, like you were looking at the world with eyes squinted almost closed, through your eyelashes even. Not only that but the floor was always hard, always wet.

As he pushed the door open, Will entered a small office, with glass windows that separated it from the other offices. There was a man there, a tall dark man, someone who Will referred to as Jack. It wasn't clear what he was trying to say to Will, considering every other word he spoke, seemed to pour water out from his mouth adding to the body of water that slowly gained in mass on the floor.

Clearly distressed at what Jack was saying, Will left the room in a hurry, on;y to find himself faced with a dead end. The door that should have to lead him outside was blocked with large metal bars, the likes of which you find in a prison cell. Frustrated and confused, Will turned back around only this time, he was in another room.

You were in his house, standing before the freshly knocked in fireplace, a beautiful woman with long, wavy black hair, looking at Will as if she was apologizing. "Alanna..." He whispered to her, going to cup her face, to kiss her, only to be pushed away. As she left, Will followed. The broken fireplace behind him gushed out a torrent of water adding inches to what was already there. It was nearly kneed deep by now.

Rushing through the door, Will crashed face first into the jail bars that had been slowly appearing around them, in doorways, in windows. Now there was nothing but bars and Will sobbed desperately as he held on to them. "I didn't do it! I didn't kill those people!! You have to believe me!" The water rushing past his waist as Will looked through the cell, at the faces of people he wanted so badly to believe him.

[she's still doing better than Laura who just wants to scream and run away from the battlefield. but she's forcing herself to stay because Aren's been nicer to her than anyone here so far

Laura nods] I'll be right here.

Thup, thup, thup, the sound of Will's bare feet as he walked along the cold and narrow road. It was pitch black, all except for a light that shone down on him. As he walked and you no doubt walked beside him, the scraping sound of something large, something heavy being pulled behind him might have been the only other thing you could hear.

Will's hands were both holding something in front of him. No, they were holding something that came out of him? Yes, a long, thick metal chain, with links as large as his own fingers. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white boxer shorts so it was easy to see where the chain was coming from exactly. A large scar across his abdomen on the right-hand side. There was some blood there but not much, mostly because Will was doing a good job is dragging the heavy coffin behind him. That's right, the object making the scraping sound, was, in fact, a coffin.

Will didn't talk, not to start with anyways, but there was someone or something talking from inside the coffin. It was muffled which only made it hard to hear, but it sounded like someone was shouting orders at Will? telling them it was their job to look! Asking if they had a problem with all this?

[For the time that Beyond is trying to piece together the logic of where he is and why (some act of the Gods, no doubt), he spends his time quietly observing Will from a corner. He sits crouched, with his knees to his chest, biting on his thumbnail as he watches intently. Every blood spatter, every broken bone, and the rip of flesh. None of it makes him flinch in the slightest.

In so many ways, this scene is a welcome one to him. After all, it echoes what he was trying to do back at home in its own form. The eyes portion, particularly, as he murdered Quarter Queen and tore her eyes out.

But the reconstruction? That was certainly different, certainly interesting. And it had Beyond hooked. Watching how intricately Will's hands worked, and absorbing information in all senses. While fascinating, Will is also potentially dangerous, and he'll have to know everything about those movements to calculate a rebuttal if it's required. Every detail is cataloged away.

It isn't until Will appears to be finished that Beyond speaks up, though he doesn't move from his corner.]

That's a rather fascinating manifestation you have sculpted.

[His voice is level, clearly unaffected by the show he had been given.]

Tell me, who is the display for?

Edited (gdi html) 2017-10-18 01:25 (UTC)

It's nice to meet you, Ms. Laura. You can call me Genesis.

[If she wants to do introductions, they can do introductions. This is an easy dream to navigate; nothing too bad can possibly happen, even if they happen to waste a little time chatting.

That said, when she brings up the car-throwing something, he glances back in the direction the car came from.]

I'm not sure. [Which is not a satisfying answer from a superhero, so he quickly moves on.] But I'll make sure it can't hurt you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Nah.

[Now there's just one problem.]

I haven't heard of...Ylisse. [Did he say that right? He hopes he did.] Is it over in Oklahoma?

[ This isn't the Will she knows and yet, at the same time it is. This is how Will's mind works, this is what he sees, what he feels. Putting himself in the place of whatever sick crime he's helping to investigate. This is his empathy at both it's best and worst. This is Will's true self, though he'd argue until he was blue in the face about that.

As he feels his next implement of doom being so kindly handed to him, Will carefully looks over the nurse's body, examining her and considering her. He wants to cover her in parts, need to impale as many things as he can in her body and all while she's still alive. This can't kill her quick, no. ]

Thank you.

[ His voice is almost nonchalant, stoic even despite the bloody, violent act he was committing against this poor woman. Tucking his bottom lip in with his front top teeth, Will snears. Taking the ventilation pipe and ramming it into her throat... Irony. ]

[ Will was unaware that he was being watched, though, considering the tone of voice that came from what he'd believed to have only been darkness behind him, Will was not concerned it was someone he'd have to deal with. At first, he assumed it would be Hannibal, thus ruining his surprise. To find someone new, someone, he'd call a stranger, still able to watch what he'd been doing? Well, Will was almost impressed.

Taking the rag from his side table and cleaning some of the blood off of his hands with it, normally it was used for engine oil but Will's hobbies had taken a rather dark turn since his days of fixing up boat engines. Taking a step towards the stranger, before turning side on, so that they could both look upon his masterpiece. ]

It's only a fitting representation of the man he once was if you ask me that is.

[ How observant. The stranger had already pieced together that this was not merely for Will's own pleasure. No, it was clear the other man was intelligent enough to recognize a gift when he saw one. Cleaver boy.]

A friend... ~~A lover.~~ My nemesis... ~~My tutor.~~ The man you saw before you, he was sent to kill me. Built himself a skeleton-like beast suit to wear... I simply improved his design.

Edited (code mess up! sorry!) 2017-10-18 01:46 (UTC)

[Michael sees that glance toward the trowel, and he ducks down to snatch it before Harlan can.]

You're not supposed to mess with wild animals. You could get rabies and die.

[He says this very matter-of-factly. His mom is a doctor, you have to believe him, Harlan.]

Genesis? Is that your--your code name?

[her sense of reality is stretched to the point where something as normal as introductions is necessary.

she follows his gaze, trying to see if any other flying vehicles are coming their way]

Thank you. I really appreciate your help.

Firo grunts as he hits the wall, breathing out to move with the impact. All the same, his brain is rattled, and it takes him a moment to prop himself back up and gather a response.

"Oh, yeah?"

What he does gather isn't very intelligent.

"What do you want?"

Are they here to throw him into the hole? He doesn't see how it'd be that much worse than this cell anyway.

Lived through it first.

[She's dreamed about it a few times too, yeah.]

Think you can undo these cuffs?

[when it's put that way, it seems like a natural extension of the man she knows. empathy can be a beautiful or terrible thing. she wonders where he's seen something like this before or if it's a personal fantasy.

she is helpful when she wants to be and she finds herself wanting to be]

No problem.

[she doesn't even flinch when the ventilation pipe is shoved into the woman's throat]

[ With her arm stretched out, Eleven tried as best as she could, but no matter how much she wished it, her powers were mute in here. For some reason, she couldn't do anything!

As she sat there, on her knees, sobbing and reaching out for Mike, Eleven realized George was there, was trying to help her. She pushed at the older girls arms and sobbed even heavier. ]

No! Not me. Mike! Help Mike!

[ Tears streamed down her face as she watched her best friend sink down to his chest in the ooze. He called for her, ask her to do something, anything to help! He asked why she wasn't using her powers? Why wasn't she helping? It broke her heart. ]

I can't!... I tried!!.. Mike...

What? [Jo stares for a moment before bursting into laughter.]

Nah. [Hunters prefer credit card fraud and petty theft. Sometimes stealing cars too.]

Why would we rob a bank?

Of course it wouldn't be that easy. It could never be that easy. There's always some secret that they don't get to know until it's all over and then it would be so obvious it was a wonder they didn't figure it out on their own.

"They like playing, but the playing hurts. They eat our hearts and leave us living to grow them back."

「The stranger, of course, doesn't leave. He, however, sees how upset the child is, and doesn't try to approach again, he doesn't want to scare him more than he already seems to be. He kneels down not terribly close to him, his hands up, open for him to see. He's not a threat.」

I didn't mean to scare you. Why must you hurry...?

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Panting, her fists clenched tight to white knuckles, her chest heaving and the hospital gown she wore, fluttered around her knees from the air around her.

Looking around at the carnage she had brought, Eleven felt overwhelmed, angry and frustrated, yet something panged inside of her, like a sadness almost? No, why was she sorry? She was just doing what she'd been created for. Sure, these people weren't the Russina's she would originally have been used against, but they were still against her.

After a moment of scanning, Eleven noticed there was only one person who remained on their feet. She huffed in a breath before screaming in his direction, the force of her intention was intense. Her aim was to crush him, have him collapse on himself, yet she'd almost exhausted all of her power and so floated down, landing upon one of the broken and smashed vans instead.

Aren's voice broke Eleven's concentration. She recognized it if only from a few days or weeks ago, it's hard to tell timelines, especially when dreaming but something was definitely familiar with the redhead.

Breathing labored as she lowered to the ground, her feet bearly keeping her upright. Her initial instinct was to destroy the woman before her, no questions, no explanations, just death- but she was weakened now, needed to recharge before she attempted anything like that again.

"A mage?" She must mean like Will's tabletop character? He had a staff and could cast spells, wasn't that how it worked? "Blood mage?" Confused she asked the question again. Maybe that's what she was, maybe that's what they'd made her into in the labs? Lord knows if Eleven even understood what that meant, but if it offered her answers, she's run with it.

As for Papa, Eleven shook her head. "No, not Papa." Not yet is what she meant. Looking back, towards the doors behind her, Eleven could see the survivors from the labs coming to investigate. He was there with them, surrounded by them, guarding him.

[ No matter what the outside looks like, no matter exactly what deity they're all going into service for, Merle knows a church when he sees one.

He doesn't know this kid, but he can't help hearing the question. That kind of attitude towards outsiders-- that "they're not good enough" or "they're not our problem" reaction outright-- it's exactly why he left home and started adventuring in the first place. No point worshiping if you can't accept a newcomer. Merle takes a couple of steps closer, all 3 foot 6 of him. What he wants to say is something like "if they tell you you have to leave, you deserve better in the first place". It's not what comes out. ]

Tell ya what, kid. If they try to tell you to leave, which they shouldn't, I'll just do somethin' so stupid they'll forget all about you so that they can kick me out instead! That's kinda my specialty.

"What I wanted?" The laugh is cruel and with a touch of insanity; the child had not come out of that trauma unscathed. It takes a cruel life to make a cruel man and the thief has known nothing of kindness since this very night.

The ground is hard under his knees, the rock and sand warm from the day and from the fires, but he doesn't care. What matters is the Pharaoh, that detestable presence who looks up at him with such deep eyes. Why is he even here? To taunt the thief? To feel the emotions that Bakura has long since blocked out of himself? To be a beautiful little sacrifice, offering himself up when he knows it'll do no good?

"And let you ascend to the afterlife?" The words are growled out, angry and bitter. "A paradise my people will never know?"

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