Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

[hadrielmods]

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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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[puzzlingly]

「Atem looks a little horrified to find out it was not only one, but many lives she took, it fuels his anger a little further. 」

Justice would be served. Their souls would finally find the rest you took away from them.

「Though he might not sound as convinced as he was before, his anger wavers when he hears it is not something she might have done simply because she wished it so.

But one must always pay for their father's sins. He knows it, he's lived through it...」

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail shakes her head at that word.]

There was no justice for me, being born to a father who would twist his love for me in such sick ways. There was no justice in forcing a child to find victims for her father in order to survive.

[She looks around the room and back to him.]

And there's no justice here. You have so much here, you can't judge someone who had nothing and think that's fair.

[She gestures to her chains.]

There are no chains on you for wanting to kill me. Will you die for my soul to rest? And then someone else to die for your soul to rest? What kind of justice doesn't let souls rest until everyone is dead? None. There is no such thing as justice. What you are serving is your need to feel powerful.

[She can almost see her father and Hannibal when she looks at him now.]

[puzzlingly]

「The Priest in blues tries to approach, opens his mouth but before he even utters a sound, surely an insult to her, Atem has but to look at him for other to stop.」

You really think yourself so bold and courageous for telling me your truths? That they will move me somehow? We saw who you truly are. And instead of taking responsibility of your actions, of the lives you took, you blame your father. And perhaps, he was a sinner, but you have dishonored him and become one yourself, you will pay for your own and his offences. You do not deserve any mercy, Abigail.

「Why does he know that name...?」

It is not going to be me who decides what happens to your tarnished soul, you already made that choice. Pray to your gods, may they hear your cries, you will die tonight.

「The Pharaoh gives her one last stare before he makes a mere hand movement. Take her away, it says, nothing else.」

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail shakes her head and looks at him with pleading eyes.]

You've only seen parts. There's supposed to a trial. A jury of my peers. And lawyers to explain self defense. And doctors to explain captor bonding and Stockholm syndrome.

You don't know the real me or you'd know how sorry I am, how guilty I feel.

[As soon as he says she'll die, she tries to crawl away. She manages to pull herself along the ground a short distance. Then out of frustration, bends her thumb backwards, trying to break it so she can slip her hand out of the chains and move faster. Finally she stops.]

How are you going to do it? How will I die?

[puzzlingly]

「And this, this is the part he hates the most, the begging, the pleas. They all can do better, but what does it matter? The Pharaoh has spoken and he will not change his mind. He can't! It's how it's been written, how things must be done. A life for a life, it's only fair! May the feather of Ma'at consider her good deeds. Highly unlikely. Nothing weighs more on one's soul than the dead weight of a corpse.」

It shall be a merciful death. That's all you need to know.

「Atem's Vizier speaks up before the guards that brought her in drag her away from the Pharaoh's view. The trial is over and so may this nightmare.」