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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[It's awkward enough finding himself intruding on other peoples' dreams all week, but at some point, it's Law's turn, and what anyone might see is what he'd call embarrassing when he's awake.]

Hope

[The dream wanders wildly from scene to scene, much more brightly-colored and inviting than most of his dreams tend to be. One minute it's the caves, then you walk through a door into a submarine, dark and metal-clad but filled with distant laughter. Then up a ladder to the deck but not the deck, instead a lovely town with elegant (and somewhat Spanish-looking) buildings, cobblestone streets, and delightful outdoor cafes. At least until you come around a corner and the architecture changes slightly to pure white walls and houses, and then beyond that is a lush forest.

Law is there, prowling in a brown jacket with the word "Corazon" emblazoned on the back. Which hopeful scene will visitors break in on?

1. The faces of his crew, all cheering and punching the air enthusiastically, all of them wearing identical jumpsuits with the Heart Pirates mark on the front. They're such a mishmash of body types, faces, and wacky hats, but jumping out in front of them is a walking, talking polar bear. Said polar bear pounces on Law practically in tears, smothering him in a genuine bear hug. If one were to step around and see how Law is taking this level of affection, well...they'd be surprised. He's smiling.

2. There's someone walking just ahead of Law, taking him and any visitors along on a tour of all these special places. Sandals, shorts, and a straw hat make him look like some kind of tourist as he passes from Dressrosa to the Mink Forest to Flevance, but Law follows him doggedly, always keeping him in close sight. The theme of this dream is that he's following, and who he's following. The phantom Luffy is likely to say some ridiculous things now and then, like calling out in search of a takoyaki stand or randomly claiming that Pirate Kings have to wear crowns so they need to find a newspaper and fold it into a crown for him.

3. The setting doesn't matter, the important thing is, Law is striding up to an extremely tall man with a black feathered coat over his shoulders. Law doesn't know what to say, but the other man does. He towers over Law by at least three feet as he gathers him in and tells him how proud he is, how the number of bullets he took was pretty shitty but at least he's alive...how he wants him to live, and not look back anymore.

Rather than Delight, Love, or Sorrow, this is Law's hope - that Cora-san would approve of him, that all the pain he went through was worth it. As they talk, the scene morphs back into the Hadriel caves, and Law reaches to touch his old friend. He's real, he's alive. The caves have brought him back to life. Now they can live like he always wanted, and Law disappears into a humongous black-feathered embrace.]

"You won't die," Ephemera promises him, putting his helmet on. He activates the radio so Eddie can still hear him, wind rushing by them. "You wanna jump, or you want me to push you?"

The first one is always the hardest. Sometimes you need a hand.

[In this dream, you're also in a modest, suburban living room. The same one, in fact; candles everywhere, nonsense occult symbols drawn in blood on the wall. It's raining outside, nighttime. All the lights are off. The only difference is that this time, there's a faceless human figure standing in the middle of the room.

There's a loud bang from the direction of the front entrance, followed by the rapid skittering of claws on hardwood floor. The sounds come closer and closer until Something bursts into the room. It's an animal, maybe, a monster or a ghost, a massive shape made of a shifting black substance, with four long, skinny limbs and a head. Sometimes it's like thick smoke, sometimes like a tightly-packed swarm of insects, sometimes like feathers in a gentle breeze. Here and there, you can see through it, when an unfelt wind pushes it one way or another, or when it almost seems to glitch. Beneath the black are solid bones.

The head of the creature scans around the room. The sockets in its skull-like face are empty, but the direction of its gaze can be felt, rather than seen, particularly when that attention lands on the faceless figure. A pale blue light seems to ignite where the eyes should be, and the creature opens its mouth, revealing an impressive set of fangs. Though it has no lips or tongue, it manages to drop a single word in a broken voice, more like radio static than human vocal cords.]

H e l l o.

[The monster advances with heavy movements, its three-inch claws digging furrows into the wood, but its progress is interrupted.]

Fucking stop it.

[Michael appears, or maybe he was here the whole time, to stand in front of the thing, between it and its apparent target. It does indeed stop, but it doesn't seem happy about it. It stamps back and forth, aggressively, and continues to watch over Michael's shoulder. It shrieks, a sound that almost seems to originate in the ears of the listener, rather than the monster's mouth.

It seems neither of them have noticed you yet.]

Kyna spots Ephemera dragging a woman out of the surf, and her first instinct is to rush over, even though she doesn't have a plan. She's used to dealing with injuries from spells, wounds that can be healed with potions or magic, and so she reaches for Pelor's necklace automatically, but she doesn't have it. It's gone, just like her potions, and her throat tightens with panic. She's not a cleric or a medic—she can't help here, but then Ephemera is looking right at her, and she tenses for one uncertain second before she kneels down beside him in the sand. She vaguely remembers Wash taking off his armor in front of her, sort of remembers where the clasps were, but she doesn't know how they work, and so her fingers trace the seams of the woman's chest plate uselessly.

"I don't know how," she says too quickly, her voice high pitched and panicky.

[Margaery has spent more time in a prison cell than anyone would expect a queen to have spent, so the surroundings aren't quite as shocking as they might be to anyone else. she's learned that it's useless to scream, useless to bang on the door, useless to ask for mercy, useless to do anything but wait. wait for food, wait for water . . . wait for the "tender attentions" of the guards.

so she waits.

she waits until the woman and the machine enter the room. then, Margaery coils up and prepares herself for the worst which has surely come. she's not going to be such easy prey this time.

the first strike hits her in the ribs and she feels bone cracking, but she doesn't let that stop her. she's like a hellcat, hitting back and spitting mad. she's not going down without a fight]

It's a training jump and this high up, a person doesn't really need to do anything except drop and not panic too much. And in the dream, Drake's armor is programed exactly right, no room for error. It'll be a clean jump.

"It's great, isn't it?"

The rush of air, the clouds zipping by. Everything.

The lights are so bright when Kyrii first opens his eyes. His HUD isn't functioning— it glitches and times out on every scan. He sits up and leans back against the wall, still trying to get a look around the bland confines of the cell. Eventually he closes his eyes to wait out the errors. To give himself time to think...

This isn't the cave. At least not a part of it that he's seen yet.

Is this the City? Was he returned somehow?

Would Cibo come for him? How long would he have to wait?

A very familiar feeling; to wait. He can feel time tick by. Minutes. Then hours. And hours. And hours... He doesn't move. He hardly breathes. He just waits. The aroma of the food is what opens his eyes after those many hours. He doesn't need it. At least not for some time yet. But it's a combination that he normally wouldn't find in any slum in the City.

The mechanism of the door draws his eyes to it. He stands for the first time since he woke to stare at the intruders coming from the light.

Extraction.

He isn't tired. He isn't angry either.

But he's done waiting. And that door is open.

When the machine comes, Kyrii instantly brings his arms up. Though he didn't anticipate the speed of the rod connecting with his arm. It stings through his body. Alerts pop up in red to bring his attention to the voltage and point of contact.

His afflicted hand turns to grip the rod and pull it downward, not expecting to imbalance the metal-beast but open up any other spot for his other hand to latch onto tightly and tear away at. If he can just disrupt a sensor to rip the right cable...

Edited 2017-10-14 21:58 (UTC)

[The entire thing is utterly alien, and at the same time so strangely familiar that Kyna can't reconcile the two. When she finds herself on the couch, she's trembling, breathing ragged, eyes locked on the corpse on the floor. She barely registers anything else, and as desperately as she wants to, she can't tear her eyes away. For one terrible second, she thinks she's going to throw up. She senses, rather than sees, the person beside her, and when she finally forces herself to turn and recognizes Michael, it clicks. It doesn't make anything better.

Kyna tries to get her heart rate under control and fails, swallows hard until she thinks she can keep herself from being sick, and then, in a quiet, shaking voice:]

Michael?

[Underneath all that panic, there's still a lingering sense of relief. She clenches her hands into fists, fingernails biting into her palms.]

[The moment Delmar becomes aware of himself in this dream, it instantly feels like over years of his life experience have been stripped away from him and he's a little boy again in a world where the monsters live under the bed are real and they send chills sparking down the back of your neck and into your spine.

His fingers move to clutch at the fabric of his pajama shirt above where his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might rupture and burst.

When the creature comes into full view, Delmar wants to panic and to run. Wants to scream. But in the way of nightmares, his legs have seemingly been bolted into place. He can neither move to defend himself or try to scare it away. Its a sickening sense of vulnerability.

Fucking stop it

A familiar voice...Michael? Yes. There he is. That is him.]

..m...m... [Delmar tries but his lips feel sewn together.] ....mi...

[When he can't, his eyes begin to shine and then the wetness gathers in the corners before spilling over in weak driblets on his cheeks.]

[[ ooc: welcome to kyrii's top thread for the event! more info on his plans here if you want to plot w/him. starters below, stay tuned! ]]

Delight

[Open sky stretches as far as the eye can see, the ground impossibly far below, in an overall scenic view. But the sky is all that matters. This sky is a vivid blue and endless, spotted with white wisps and puffs of clouds here and there, the sun shining brilliantly. It's an idyllic day, with just a slight hint of warm wind occasionally stirring the air.]

[Kain smiles faintly as he's carried on the back of a dragon through this beautiful sky. The wind rushes past him as he guides the dragon to loop around. He's clearly enjoying this...]

Rage

[The setting is a castle dungeon. The entire room is filled with wilting roses, and many torn-up flowers litter the floor as well.]

[Kain stands in the center of the room. His armor has taken on an eerie red coloring, and on the back is scrawled one word: TRAITOR.]

[There are also two other people in the room. One is a pretty blonde lady who’s encased in chains that appear to be made out of fire, although they don’t really burn her at first. Kain is ultimately holding the end of that chain. The other person is a man with pale silver hair... and a lance embedded deep in his back. The man and woman are embracing and kissing, clearly in love and oblivious at first to their surroundings.]

[Kain is holding a lance identical to the one in the other man’s back. In front of Kain is a human heart, which he scowls at before stabbing the lance deep inside it. When he does this, blood comes dripping from his own hands and also flows out of the silver-haired man’s wound… the flames also start burning the woman. The couple screams in pain the more Kain furiously stabs and twists the lance in that heart.]

[The roses wilt further and die off, and each time a flower falls, Kain stomps it hatefully.]

Sorrow 1

[There's a blonde boy about eleven years old running around a castle courtyard with a bunch of other kids. A tall figure approaches wearing dragoon armor. The dragoon has a solemn expression on his face as he seeks out Kain.]

Kain! Kain, I need to talk to you.

[Kain approaches the dragoon, who urges him to walk alongside him. They leave the general area, although two of the other kids look at Kain with surprise and concern.]

Kain, I'm afraid I have some bad news. It's about your father... Kain, I'm afraid-

NO!

[The scene shifts dramatically, and Kain is once again his normal age. He's running through a dark, dreary landscape, clouds gathering and threatening rain. But no matter how much the thunder grumbles or the clouds get saturated, no rain falls. The clouds are getting thick and heavy, impossibly low to the ground, filled with water that won't be released. Kain runs and runs, but no matter what direction he goes in, there's a coffin waiting, containing the body of a man in dragoon armor. The man resembles Kain, although he’s a good decade older. Each time he starts to approach this coffin, Kain abruptly switches direction, trying desperately to avoid getting too close to it. But it always reappears, no matter the direction he takes.]

Sorrow 2

[The landscape is open and endless, with an army of crystalline warriors dominating the field. These figures are fighting a small team of six warriors, with Kain among them. Kain engages in the fight, giving it everything he has and beyond, pushing himself to the limit. But soon enough, the human warriors start to fall... One by one, they fall... one by one, they die...]

[A fatal stab through the chest brings Kain crashing heavily to the ground. He struggles to get up, hand reaching out toward his companions, but they all fall and die around him... and then he fully collapses, coughing up blood, dying slowly and painfully as the crystal forms continue to surround him.]

[But it doesn't end there.]

[In fact, it keeps happening, repeating almost endlessly. The scene varies: sometimes it's inside a train, sometimes it appears to be on the surface of the moon, sometimes in a castle or a tower. No matter how the scenery changes, Kain is always there, always fighting some enemy. Sometimes it's a clown, sometimes an imposing armored figure... No matter what, Kain always falls. No matter what, there's some ally alongside Kain, always just out of reach. Each time Kain falls, he dies in a different way, and each time he dies, the scene shifts to a new one, the whole thing getting repeated again.]

[Feel free to interrupt at any time! These are the possible arenas, and potential characters who might appear.]

Hope

[It’s pitch black, impossible to see anything at first.]

[Kain soon realizes he’s surrounded by shadows, their dark forms a perfect resemblance of him in his full armor. They attack him and he fights, struggling to conquer them one by one. As he strikes down each shadow, the scene brightens more… Until finally, he’s conquered them all, and it becomes a bright, beautiful day. Castle Baron can be seen in the near distance, and a crowd of people have gathered all around. These people are all important (good people) from Kain’s life, whether they’re from back home or Warriors of Cosmos from the battle of the gods.]

[But one more dark figure looms before Kain. It’s an exact replica of him in every way, except it’s much more sinister overall.]

[Kain doesn’t hesitate. He rushes at the figure and fights, their lances striking one another with repeated loud clangs. It’s a long battle, but finally, at the end, Kain takes a high leap into the air and comes downward to jab his lance straight through the darker Kain, impaling him on the ground.]

[There’s applause and cheers from all around. The crowd of people approach Kain one by one, touching him gently on the shoulder. Each touch makes Kain’s armor brighten, gaining an extra shine.]

It’s really over, Kain, [This comes from Cecil, who stands beside Rosa, the two of them beaming at him.], you’ve defeated your darkness once and for all.

You can come home now, [Rosa adds,] Your battle is over. You’re forgiven.

You’re forgiven! [These words are picked up by everyone in the crowd, a chant which echoes triumphantly through the air.]

Edited 2017-10-14 22:15 (UTC)

Oh, all the creatures seem more than delighted to share with Brennan what they have- it's not what Feymarchians would usually do with humans but it certainly is what they'd do with fellow monsters... and everyone is a monster in here, right? Well, maybe not but they don't seem to notice any difference between them and their guest.

"Mh? Oh, hello there!"

Rydia furiously waves in Brennan's direction while Titan gently places her back on the floor, if the summoner usually has some sort of composure this younger dream version of herself seems more energic and wild to some extent.

"I'd love to! I'm not as good as Titan but I know a thing or two." She comments placing herself in front of the woman and moving at the rhythm of the drums... sometimes even slamming her feet on the wooden surface or dramatically waving her arms in the air. It's far from an elegant dance but it's definitely full of life...

[OOC: Plotting post here if you're interested]

No!

[There's nothing Brennan can do, of course. The very moment she speaks, the dream shifts, and she is standing next to Maketh as the city is destroyed in the blast. This is horrible. This is the kind of situation where later-- perhaps years later-- where she would be called in to identify the dead. Only their bones will be left once the fires die down. Thousands of people, thousands of lives, reduced to ash and bone.

She turns to Maketh, eyes wide with sadness and horror.]

Why did you do this! Why did you murder them?!

HOPE

This doesn't seem like a hopeful dream, at first.

Wash is in the middle of a fight with someone a head taller than him, a bear of a man in white armor wielding a very strange weapon, a combination grenade launcher and blade. He's larger and stronger and better armed but at least Wash is faster, managing to dodge what would be brutal hits if they landed. And as the fight goes on, some do land. Some send Wash flying, others to his knees, but he keeps getting back up. It seems like he should really run away but he staggers back to his feet again and again, and calls out to the larger figure.

"Maine! I know you're in there, come on! Help me!"

As if summoned by Wash's call, a small figure appears between the two soldiers. It appears to be a man made of flame but savvy visitors will be able to tell that it's a hologram. Its voice is smooth and cold.

"Agent Maine is no longer with us, Agent Washington. We are The Meta. It would be best if you stopped fighting. You will not win."

Whispers echo in the air -- a multitude of voices speaking indistinctly. Wash squares his shoulders and lifts his fists again.

"I'm not giving up on him."

Maine was his best friend, the only one who didn't join in the teasing, the taunts. The one who would train with him and ruffle his hair teasingly and let him crash when he was having nightmares. The one who always, always had his back. Wash hadn't had his. He'd known something was wrong with his friend after implantation. The headaches, the mood swings, the way Maine would shut him out sometimes, or worse, ignore his presence entirely. But for Maine to just be gone... no.

There's still something he can do.

Wash launches himself forwards, aiming to grab the other soldier's helmet. He doesn't get to make contact -- The Meta drops the brute shot and grabs Wash by the throat, holding him at arms reach. Lifting him up off the ground one-handed, like he was just a doll. Wash chokes and curses, grabbing at his arm, but the grip only gets tighter.

"I'm sorry, Agent Washington. This could have been avoided."

(( OOC: your character can either help Wash fight or stay back and watch the dream to completion! ))

Maybe it's not refined and controlled the way the dances Brennan is used to are, but it is fun. It fills her with happiness from head to toe as she imitates Rydia. Brennan is not someone who laughs much, but as she dances, she can't help but laugh. The drumbeats reverberate in the air and in her bones.

"This is wonderful!"

It is so good to be alive and surrounded by beings who only want to celebrate the best in life.

[ ...shit is right.

Wash is frozen, at first, amazed by the amount of blood pouring out of the man on the floor. You tend not to see that much when you kill a soldier in armor. You tend not to be close enough to hear the gurgling, choking sounds of someone drowning on their own blood. Wash doesn't know what to do to stop it -- it's clear that the artery is severed and there's no way to clamp that shit, and he's realized now that he's in plainclothes. No bioscan, no healing unit, no foam. Nothing that could possibly save this life from slowly leeching out across the tile.

But he has to do something. He has to try.

Finally kicking himself into gear, Wash grabs a towel from the stove and drops to his knees on the other side of the man from Kyna, folding it and shifting her hands aside to press it to the wound, hard. His hands are stronger, maybe he can do a little better. ]

How long til they get here?

[the other guy's in armor, so kicking him in the balls is out. so she tries jumping on the other guy's back, clinging like a monkey with one hand and her legs and trying to wrest his helmet off with the other hand so she can break his nose, make him lose concentration, anything she can do to help

there's got to be something she can do, right?]

[ Well. The Meta does seem to pause, its head tilting curiously as he considers the creature on its back. It doesn't seem to think she's a threat, just casually reaches up to grab her and throw her away. If she's got a good grip on his helmet, though, her efforts might do some good.....

Meanwhile Wash is just dangling in The Meta's grip, kicking out at it to try and keep it from hurting George. ]

[Kyna resists for a second, until she realizes what he's trying to do and pulls her hands back.]

I-I... I don't know. They said they were on their way, but...

[But how long does it take for an ambulance to come? She's never had to call one before. Did she call one? She can't remember doing it, but she's certain someone is coming to help. Time seems a little slippery, almost discordant.]

Can you stop it? Is it working?

[Her voice is trembling and high pitched and panicked, and even as she asks, she knows he's not going to be able to.]

It's dark, cold and damp. A combo of nope that you typically don't want to be waking up to from an involuntary slumber.

As your eyes adjust, you find yourself in a room of some abandoned place. The walls are crumbled, eroded and the smell of rust from the rebar within them is pungent. A door in front of you is open and leads to a dimly lit hall. Here is probably where you realize the windows are way too high to see through, since the only ambient lighting is seeping through them. It's a weird architect design choice, but hey, you'll just get outside and figure out where you're at anyway. When you find the stairwell, the next floor down is flooded with... water, hopefully. And when you look up? Well, you can't see the top. There's no other choice, is there? All the floors you enter just look like more of the same anyway.

Don't worry though, just work those thighs and climb a few more levels and...

...

Finally.

It might have taken you hours to get there but there's a door and no more stairs.

You open it and step out onto the roof. The air is moist. But a little dusty.

The space around you is filled with other buildings like a City. In the distance, they seem to come from the sky— Oh. There's no sky. You're not underground. You're not outside either. As you look off the edge of the building you just spent countless hours climbing, you can see more buildings. And beyond, more buildings. Structures fill the space as far as your eyes can see. Miles above you are large spires jutting out from the architecture of a ceiling, various cables and wires streaming down to the buildings around you. Likely to provide power.

When you bring your eyes to immediate reality and check the roof, it's barren except for the first man you've seen since you woke up.

He stands at the edge of the building near a large, wide cable leading up to a spire.

But he isn't looking up. He's staring out. Then looking down.

[Margaery has stepped around to the side of her friend and the polar bear, watching the happy scene. she's not entirely sure what she's watching, only that her friend is happy, genuinely happy. she's happy for him]

It's slower.

[ But he's still bleeding out. Wash has seen medics just straight up stick their hands into people, pinching the bleeders until supplies come, but. He doesn't know what he's doing enough for that.

He doesn't look at Kyna, doesn't want to see the grief settle in when he says this, but he isn't going to give her false hope. ]

If you have anything to say, say it now. Before he loses consciousness.

[George is tougher than she looks. for one thing, she's got the helmet. for another thing, she's already back on her feet after landing hard on her side. knocked the wind out of her for a moment, but being dead has to be good for something. and that something is taking a lot of punishment before staying down.

in fact, she's running back to The Meta, determined to at the very least, break his fucking nose]

So they walk. The sand seems to stretch on forever, but that's not important. Ephemera presses his forehead against Chica's briefly, nodding. She doesn't respond yet, but she will. She's breathing. They just need to find a safe place to get her warm. Everything else is just details. "She's strong. She'll make it."

In this dream, she will. ~~When he wakes up....~~

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Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Trafalgar Law - OPEN

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Rage | CW: Potential Violence

hope! also heyyy

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bring it on

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Kyrii | OTA

Kain | OTA

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Fingon | OTA

what am i doing with my life

Washington | OTA

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Hope

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sorrow; cw:ideas of suicide

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