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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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[it is weird, isn't it? That he's smiling - the polar bear's not that weird, right?

Law's eyes shift and he sees here there. It's a dream, he just assumes he's already populating his subconscious with memories gained recently]

Ah. Margaery-ya...did I say I would introduce you to my crew? This is them. This bunch of idiots are the Heart Pirates.

[and they really are idiots, most of them pose and flex for her.]

[Maketh wavers, and Brennan's resolve strengthens.]

There is no honor in massacring innocent people. There is no honor in murder.

Edited (html oops) 2017-10-15 00:19 (UTC)

[For the most part, Michael is just focused on the quiet. He has to enjoy this while it lasts, because it won't for long. Well, maybe "enjoy" isn't the best word. It feels great, but he also hates it.

He thinks maybe this isn't quite how things are supposed to be right now. He's on the couch, but he remembers being in his car, parked across the street. Did he get up and walk in? What a stupid idea. The neighbors are going to call the cops because of the noise, though he isn't sure how he knows that. Whatever. He doesn't feel like moving.

He doesn't notice Kyna until she speaks. His head whips up.]

Kyna? How did you get here? [It takes him a second to realize what the terror in her voice, in her face, has to mean.] ... What did you see?

It's the blood, the warmth of Ephemera's touch, his scent so close, that causes the zombie to stir. Because this isn't Drake, not anymore. His once-bright eyes are foggy and lifeless, no recognition whatsoever as he looks up at the human speaking to him.

The thing that used to be Drake is hungry.

In the blink of an eye it launches itself up off the table, grabbing for Ephemera's head and snarling. Better wake up before you get eaten, man. Or you could put this thing down.

[Given the nature of the monsters in his life, Law is a little taken aback to be seeing something so unnatural. But the interaction has him keenly interested. Far from being afraid, he stares hard, examining everything from a distance. Definitely not going to interrupt just yet, even though a large part of him is eager to start hurling questions at Michael. Maybe it's better to see what kind of relationship he has with the...thing, so long as he's just window dressing in the dreamscape so far.]

I don't know. I think...

[She wraps her arms around her middle, hugging herself tight. Her eyes flick away from his and lock onto her knees instead.]

I think I killed someone. Or... Or something did and I was...

[Kyna shakes her head, tightening her grip on herself. She doesn't know how to answer, because she doesn't know what the hell she was watching.]

[she thinks that a smile looks very nice on him. the polar bear is a little odd, given the apparent climate, but she's had to roll with much stranger things in her life]

Yes, you did. And [she calls out to them] it's wonderful to meet all of you!

[she finds it charming]

I had to!

[Her voice is raised now, but even as she snaps, Maketh begins curling in on herself. She's too exposed here.]

T-they were already dead. They fought back. I--I killed them quickly.

[She stares out at the monitors.]

I killed them.

「Atem-ya...? The Pharaoh jerks his head at that name, what... why is that familiar?」

Shut up, thief! How dare you address the Pharaoh in such vulgar way, and by his sacred name!

「Unfortunately, it only earns the "thief", a rather harsh blow across his face. To which Atem merely observes.」

Pharaoh! Allow me to cut his throat! There is no need for you to deal with this scum!

「One of the guards readies his knife, awaiting for the King's answer, yet he lifts the thief's head, placing the knife on his throat.

The answer doesn't come right away, the Pharaoh shifts, almost boredly, and says something at the person beside him, at his Vizier.」

Stop, the Pharaoh wants to know why he was captured.

「The guard releases Law (Law?) and finally one of the people dressed in whites and blues speaks up.」

This thief was caught trying to trespass the palace, surely looking to harm you, my Pharaoh, shall he be judged by your Court or would you prefer to get rid of him forever? I could personally do it if you just say the word.

Priest Seto. 「Atem finally raises his voice, sending but a firm stare at the obviously older man, and just like that, the Priest seems to calm down giving him a respectful bow.」

As you wish, my King. 「He turns at the prisoner.」 You will be judged for your sins, are you ready?

[yeah in this forest Bepo's probably a little warm, but he just looks delighted to meet a friend of his captain's. Law turns a little shy, stepping away as if to distance himself from any hugging.]

Just watch out for Penguin, he tends to hit on anything that moves.

[The man in the penguin hat yells back "I do not! She has to be a girl first! Which means..." Oh god run he's going to try to put the moves on you, Marg.]

Exterminators are the most common Safeguard to be dispatched on trespassers. Humanoid machines that move like spiders across the metal environment of the City. They are weaved into existence with small, high powered matter machines that rip nearby molecules apart to spawn them in seconds. And they are, by far, the biggest pain in Kyrii's ass.

He managed to arrive at a factory after months of travel; a large space with massive matter machines to form any substance they were programmed to. Kyrii had stolen codes from the Authority to create another gravitational beam emitter after he lost his to a high level Safeguard. It's quiet, as it should be. The Safeguard won't dispatch right away— Cibo is in a different part of the facility working to keep them dormant while he gets the process started.

The terminal lights up as he steps up to it. She's activated the system already. He just needs to input the chip programmed with the GBE schematic. It clicks into the port with ease. The screen turns green and a machine nearest him begins to churn away and print his new weapon.

In a heavy sense of deja vu, the terminal is slowly overcome with red alert signs. As hard as Cibo seems to be trying to keep the system under control, it fails. But the machine is still working when Kyrii notices an infestation coming for him. He doesn't need to waste his energy yet by letting the adrenaline kick in yet. As irritated as he is, he simply walks toward the active machine.

Except they suddenly come from the other direction too. Now he's surrounded by the incoming horde with nothing but his knife.

The first machine lunges for him. Kyrii shoves the blade up under its chin, throwing it straight overhead and into the next one coming up behind. The third circles hastily around him, distracting him as a fourth and fifth charge forward.

He starts charging into the crowd of them just to make it through to the finished gravitational beam emitter. Exterminators don't know the importance of it, but if he could just—

There's a sudden jerk of his body in the opposite direction as his arm is grabbed. When he looks back, his arm from the elbow down is gone. It's on the ground beside the creature that took it, its claws bloody and robotically craving more. His knife is still in his other hand. He needs the knife to fight them off. But he needs to protect his hand to hold the gun when he gets to it.

Kyrii barrels through the mass again. He ducks under bodies of metal and lunges up to propel himself above them. He lands at the machine. The beam emitter waiting patiently for a new owner. There isn't hesitation. He drops the knife and takes the gun. It instantly takes a charge directly from Kyrii's body—

Red streaks of light decorate the factory as quickly as the GBE takes a charge. Explosions ensue in the distances far around him. Each one weaker in comparison to the last. Parts of the facility begin to collapse. The safeguard that slip by the beams get shut down with punches, not without Kyrii getting stabbed repeatedly through various parts of his body. His blood is everywhere.

If they got through, then Cibo is dead. These things killed her.

And he's going to kill every single one of them.

[Trespassing...well, yeah, he kind of was. Who wouldn't when they find themselves rather abruptly walking through a strange palace?

The blow barely fazes Law, he gives his cut lip no regard but keeps his eyes level, watching the exchange before him. Pharaoh? That's a new one. Granted, the kid does look a little different but he'd know that hair anywhere. Obviously the smart thing to do would be to play along until more information is available.

And, hey, definitely not seastone in these chains...

His gray eyes shift to Seto and he almost looks smug for a moment.]

If you think you're capable of judging me.

[ the mess hall buzzes with the low murmur of people chatting during lunch. you're sitting alone, but you don't mind that (much). everyone knows you are different, and you know that too.

the televisions click on without warning, and Plutarch appears on screen. you still think of him as a Gamemaker first and foremost, but everyone else seems to trust him. Finnick trusts him, and that's enough for you. you and Finnick don't always see eye to eye but you understand him, and you trust him.

"the Capitol has surrendered. the war is over. transition of power has begun and the hostages are already en route to District 13."

you don't really hear anything beyond that. the hall erupts into cheers and drowns out the annoucement. you stand and work your way out of the room, breaking into a run once you reach the hall.

the war is over, and Gloss is alive. Gloss is on his way to you. the stress and anger you've been holding melt away and are replaced by a swell of hope that swallows you completely.

the television announcement begins to play on the loudspeakers, and there's more cheering as you search for a familiar face on the way to the hanger. you want to be the first one to welcome your brother back. apparently you weren't the only one with that idea, because when you arrive at the hanger it's full. ]

How much longer till they get here?

[ you ask before turning to look to see who you're asking. you turn to flash them a smile and notice they aren't wearing the same uniforms as everyone else. how strange. ]

"Count," Ephemera orders, and begins chest compressions. His voice is perfectly clear. Never panic in a fight. Never ever. Your teammates depend on you. Don't let them down. And his sister is so still even when he pounds on her chest, feels her ribs cracking and tries to force air into her lungs. "C'mon, c'mon, just breathe...."

Nothing.

And then, weakly, she coughs.

Ephemera shudders hard, trying to hold Chica's head steady. "Get her on her side."

So she won't choke on the water she's coughing up.

[and Marg is delighted to meet him! and there's no need to be shy]

Oh? I'll consider myself warned, then. Thank you.

[ehhh, she's used to it]

Kyna does as he says, turning the woman on her side and brushing wet locks of hair away from her face. She watches carefully, practically holding her breath until she's sure the water is out of Chica's lungs, and then she exhales shakily.

"There's blood in her hair. We have to find someone to help her."

[Michael is busy, frustratedly trying to wrangle the Visitor. The Visitor which is not cooperating, trying to dance around him and get to the figure in the middle of the room. Oh no you don't. He feels like he's playing defense in basketball. If... that's a thing you do in basketball. He doesn't know.

He should be afraid of it, he knows that logically. Everyone else is, because everyone else is smart. It's a nine-foot monstrosity that could swipe his head off without a thought- but mostly it just pisses him off. He's dealt with its bullshit long enough to know which of them is technically in control.

Technically.

He doesn't know why he wants to protect the figure, only that he does, and that so long as he keeps the Visitor from slipping through, everything will be fine. But then there's a small noise from behind him, and he turns, and his attention lapses. Right as the Visitor's attention refocuses on this second person. Their eyes (or lack thereof) fall on Delmar in unison.]

Delmar?

[just to be safe, Law elbow-checks his crewmate out of the way before he can throw himself rather literally at the lovely lady.]

Now that we're here, I...wait. Where are we?

[even as he turns around, the background shifts from a forest to a nodescript but charming little town with no other people in it besides the phantom crew]

Oh. Here. Well then, I suppose we could get something to eat...

[which is, of course, the signal for the pirates to make an awful lot of noise about booze and scatter in all directions looking for the tavern. Only the bear stays at Law's side]

"No--"

It happens fast. Drake is gone and then, suddenly, something is animating him. He's fast, Freelancer-quick, and sure. No hesitation at all. And knowingly or not, the thing with Drake's face goes straight for his good eye.

He can't see. Gets thrown into the wall hard, no armor to take the impact.

Act. React. And--

~~I'm so sorry~~

Ephemera wakes up thrashing.

"Her skull's cracked," Ephemera murmurs, holding tight to Chica's arm. She's breathing, she's breathing, if she's breathing she can pull through. "Can you--?"

He looks up suddenly, hopeful.

"They'll kill her. Please."

[ The armor's not super conductive, but it's not meant to stand up against direct electrical attacks, either. Anything strong enough to actually damage the suit's operations would probably kill him but her jolt is enough that The Meta goes stiff and still, and Wash can kick off the giant man's chest to free himself.

He lands on his back and is up in an instant, rushing back towards them. ]

Kyna, get away!

[ A blue light begins to emanate from Wash's armor as he readies his EMP. This had better work. It has to work. He grabs for The Meta's helmet again and detonates it straight into his head. It flares, flashes, and then the figure wreathed in flame is gone from the scene. The whispers stop. Everything is still and quiet as the white-armored figure falls to the ground. Wash drops to his side and pulls off his helmet, revealing a strong-featured man with a shaved head and tattoos on his skull, heavy scarring on his throat. ]

Maine..?

HahahahHAHAHA! Don't test us, scum!

「Priest Seto doesn't need to say anything else, before he jerks his head at the others. And the show begins. One of them approaches Law with a large golden Ankh, presenting it at him.」

I see it, there is certainly an evil monster lurking inside this man.
Of course there is! What would you expect from vermin like this? Prepare the stone slab!

「The next comes fort, a rather old man from the bunch, one wearing a fake, golden eye, a rather terrible looking one, by the way. He has but to stare at Law and something starts coming out from him...

Atem shifts in his seat, and the apparent aloofness seems to dissipate, he's obviously interested in what kind of monster this person has. He's never gotten his Ka forced out of his body in such harsh way, he doesn't know if it hurts or not. Does it, Law?」

(meanwhile... the high priests at their peak, for your amusement... )

Edited 2017-10-15 01:19 (UTC)

"What?"

Kyna still has one hand cradled gently under Chica's head, but now she looks up again, utterly caught off guard.

"I'm not a medic, and I don't... I don't know any magic that can..."

She doesn't know how to fix this.

Drake's had this dream many times, since winding up in Hadriel. Sometimes there are little variations, but he always dies. Always comes back. This time, though... this time was different. Ephemera was there, and in general it's all more vivid in his memory than usual. It doesn't feel like it was a dream at all, he feels like he just lived it. Can remember the feeling of his friend's good eye crushing under his thumb. He shudders. Climbs out of bed and goes to get some water.

It's nearly 3am but he considers his cell phone anyway... no, he shouldn't call and wake Ephemera up. It was just a nightmare. Don't be stupid, he scolds himself.

[Kyna doesn't know what the hell Wash is planning, but she knows enough to take his word and scramble out of the way. She flinches at the flash of the EMP, and then rushes over, hesitating a few steps away.]

Is he...?

[Still alive?]

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Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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give me your bad romance, wait nope (phew that was exhausting i'm sorry)

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rage; cw:gore, maiming

not as sorry as I was trying to find a Duel Monster for him

Hope

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so excited yeaahhhh

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