hadriel_logs | 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.
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[The party carries on like nobody has seen anything, but it's clear to see that several of the others are beginning to take notice. One of the women lifts her head up and sniffs at the air, her brows knitting together in concern. A man nudges his friend and exchanges a low whisper with him, and the two of them take steps toward the outskirts of the party.

Before they can get there though, before there's any legitimate alarm, several shots ring out from behind the homes- rifles of some kind, coming from multiple directions at once. Three of the partygoers drop on the spot.

Then, the screams begin. The other werewolves in the party are confused and alarmed, reaching for their children, whirling around to try and find the source of the fire. Someone yells, it's an attack, and the crowd of people rise into a panicked frenzy of motion as everyone tries to ensure that their loved ones are safe, tries to get to a safe space themselves. Some of them begin to shift, shredding their clothes around them as their bodies change in size, sprout fur, become hulking wolves.

The second volley of shots ring out. Four more of them drop. A bullet whizzes by Jo's head.

This isn't going to end well.]

[Oh shit.

Jo starts moving towards the nearest solid-looking object after the first shot, her instincts kicking in. A bullet whizzes by and she just drops. This is not where she wants to be.

Werewolves? They were werewolves. And the others were Hunters, or at least hunters of some sort.

Shit.

She stays on the ground, cursing under her breath with each shot. What is she supposed to do here? She's never been caught in the middle.]

[It's chaos, utter carnage. It's clear that these people have no sort of defenses against this kind of genocide- some of them try to shift and are mowed down, some of them try to run but can't.

When they step out of the shadows, they're wearing a familiar uniform. There are four of them in total, two women and two men, one of whom looks a lot like someone Jo knew from the cave.

A hand reaches for Jo, grasping at her shoulder. It's Rome, his eyes wide and alarmed.]

Why are you here?

[Now that he's in her field of vision, it's clear where the similarities are- Rome is wearing their same uniform, has the same face, the same straightforward mannerism as one of the killers on the field.]

I-

[She shakes her head, quickly pushing off the hand on her shoulder and standing on her own.]

I don't know.

Don't- it's fine.

[He doesn't like it though. Nothing about this is right- why is she here?]

I'll protect you, but we have to move.

[She doesn't like it either.

She takes a deep breath before nodding.]

You gonna explain what's going on?

If you like.

[Though he's clearly a little uncomfortable with it. The screams slice through the air as Rome pulls Jo back toward a row of shacks, watching over his shoulder to ensure that they aren't followed.]

We had orders to eliminate every werewolf on sight. We followed those orders. That's the end of it.

You're Hunters. [Well, they might not call themselves that, but.]

I'm not a werewolf.

We're military.

[He corrects after a moment.]

I am.

[Wait.]

You hunt your own kind?

We follow orders.

[He corrects, firmly.]

We are soldiers, not hunters.

[There's not much of a difference in Jo's eyes, except Hunters don't have orders. They go where they're needed and where they can get to.]

Fine. Why them? They turned one person and you kill everyone?

Yes.

[That's about the long and short of it.]

You disagree?

[Jo can't quite decide. There are innocents - but...]

A little.

It isn't my place to agree or disagree.

[He clarifies.]

I'm sorry if I've disappointed you.

[She can't be disappointed if she barely knew him, as she's telling herself.]

You don't think before do you something? You just follow the orders no matter what?

I...

[Well, yes, but it sounds bad when you put it like that :C]

It's what I was created for.

[Now she's very sad about all of this.]

...Really?

Yes.

[There's no reason to be upset about it- at least, not one that he can see.

The screams are beginning to die down. He ventures a look around the corner, where the bloodshed had been happening, his expression blank.]

I belong to the military. Myself and others like me are- guard dogs, to be utilized when tactically necessary.

And you just do it?

[She can't help but give the back of his head a look of pity. What a sad life, just...following orders and doing whatever you're told.]

Of course.

[As if there was ever a doubt.]

-I don't think we should stay here for much longer. They're going to start coming our way.

What should I do? [She sighs quietly.]

I'm not a werewolf.

Then you probably won't be attacked.

[He looks toward her, tilting his head.]

You could always wake up.

I- [Probably is not reassuring, Rome.

Jo nods at his last words though, closing her eyes and concentrating hard on waking up.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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