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hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- anakin skywalker,
- aren brosca,
- atem,
- bakura,
- bianca,
- celebrimbor,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lee rosen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ed grayson,
- eleven,
- ellie,
- evan sabahnur,
- fenn havers-croft,
- firo prochainezo,
- george lass,
- gren,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- maglor,
- magnus burnsides,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- merle highchurch,
- mettaton,
- michael munroe,
- nah,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- ravine,
- rey,
- saber,
- sansa stark,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will graham,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
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.
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.
it's perfect! now welcome to the tl;dr hour lmao
It wasn't.
He glares up at the priest holding another piece of gold up--where are these humans getting so much gold from? Does it rain gold in this place?--and lining the circular gap of its upper section with Mettaton's form.
And then it starts. Magic that is so unfamiliar to him, magic from the hands of humans. Mettaton's entire form tenses, and for a brief moment, he considers breaking his chains and dropping the act that they had any hold on a robot like him. Just a moment though, because then he feels something separating from himself.
Monsters, even ones like him, do not start with such dense physicality. A monster's SOUL comprises their very being, and so feeling a part of him being peeled away is alarming, though he has no idea how the humans are doing it. Just that they are violating that which he is by trying to shift his form into something that, perhaps, they can shape into a thing they understand.]
...What are you doing to me?!
[Mettaton shudders as part of his SOUL finally shears away, formless for a few long moments. But then the swirling pink begins to shift, siphoning the magic that comprises its source until Mettaton slumps to the ground in his chains. The form doesn't sever from his chassis, because if it did, well.
Mettaton wouldn't be able to answer if he was so neatly parted from his body.
The form solidifies after a bit longer, and although it is as distinctly metallic as the monster it had blossomed from, there's something different. More combative.
The priests and their sovereign are presented with a hulking metal creation, one arm cannon, its shoulder pauldrons curling up like jagged, twisted metal. Everything about the creature seems dangerous, and there's a pulsing magic just beneath the surface of his black and pink coverings, practically seeping from every segment.
Its face though, does not match. Whereas Mettaton's visible eye is relatively ordinary, this creature's eye is a pupil-less oval, streaming pink ectoplasmic tears. Its face is incredibly aggrieved, and quiet, echoing sobs can be heard as it floats just above its host.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry, don't make me fight...I know that I must, but...
[Time to judge.]
[[ooc: btw if you are curious what his eye looks like there's pink ghost icons in my collection that express that!]]
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Until Atem sees it is... crying, same as its host...
But only that! It speaks, clear and loud for everyone to hear, there is no need for him to use his Pendant at all.
The Pharaoh, despite of the pleas of warning from his priests and guards, walks down the steps that separate him from the rest of the room and approaches to the monster.
Because... it's what it is, right?
All he needs to do, is raise a hand, and the room falls silent except for the pathetic little sobs.」
Why must you fight?
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Either way, the monster speaks again, and even goes so far as to glance down at his right arm--a cannon for fighting. Not that it's aimed at anyone here.]
Because if I don't, then of what use am I?
[Mettaton's true body strains as he tries to pick himself back up, his eye narrowed with the effort. But he doesn't speak. He doesn't have the ability to stop his bared SOUL from expressing everything from within.]
I'm an instrument. And as an instrument, I've killed many. Not because I wanted to. But because I had to.
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Had to?
(ooc; aw man shit, sorry but would it be terrible if i asked you to use the other font color? i cannot read this one very well)
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[The monster shakes its head.]
Yes, because if I didn't, then...
[The creature slumps down further, and the words don't quite come from it, so much as they do the real Mettaton.]
...Then I would have been made to, or died in the effort of opposition.
Is...that what you wanted to hear?
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「He's not going to lie about it. And it also doesn't change one undeniable truth.
He had killed. Whatever the circumstances were, there was nothing that could be done save their soul, it had been tarnished, fragmented beyond redemption. Atem turns around, goes back to his throne.」
(it's ok bud!)
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[Mettaton glares up at the boy king, perhaps passing some judgment of his own. He wants to know, perhaps for his own personal feelings. Would this young man have killed to save himself? Has he killed to save himself?
Is he...right to be judged for being possessed and forced to commit atrocities?
He'd never ask that much. All he needs to know is whether the pharaoh would have died for his morals.]
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Something about that question seems to change the mood of this dream. The priests' faces seem to blur, and some of the guards seem to simply banish, as if he were losing focus, or directing it somewhere else. The throne room itself seems to lose its overwhelming bright, but not its grandiose feeling, it grows darker, it seems gloomier.
Like a tomb.
The young Pharaoh turns back slowly, a different fire reflecting in his eyes. 」
Yes!
「Small as he is, there is certainly something frightening about that anger, that conviction. Because, he didn't, did he? No. He instead had been chosen to pass judgment on others, to decide who lived and who died, because he had been born a god.
And he hated it.
This is no longer the memories of the dream playing out, it is him, the anger he felt for having been chosen for something he did not believe it. Who the hell was he to decide on people's lives?! He was no better than others, he bleed the same, he hurt the same! But it had been written, it had been his destiny to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.」
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...Perhaps I should have done it then. It wouldn't have saved anyone, but at least I would not need to contribute.
Still.
[Mettaton isn't going to let things go as they are. For someone to say that they would prefer to die than take the life of another, especially someone in such a high position? That was naive. Something he would expect from such a young human, maybe.
But not one that set his acolytes upon a robot to peel his SOUL off of his own body and admit what he'd done. Mettaton's not known for his tolerance to such things. He never would be either.]
It's unconscionable to judge someone without knowing what they've endured. It isn't a good luck, sweetheart. However...do as you will. If I'm right about this all, what you do to me does not really matter, does it?
[Unleash that big mouthed Seto guy on him. Let's get this over with.]
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「It is not Priest Seto who speaks, he even seems not to be there, blurred out by Atem's anger. What Mettaton speaks is nothing but the truth, and it hurts. It hurts his pride, his beliefs (self imposed) and it just makes him so damn angry that he's kept these feelings buried inside.
They are not for anyone to be known. He's a god, he must carry on with his father's legacy.
Rage pushes in, she will no waste this opportunity, it seems. It is Atem himself who will deal with him. See him raising a hand to the invisible sky, listen to him summoning him, his own monster, and finally, see that mighty beast descend on them. A massive dragon, blinding, violent and deadly like the desert's sun.
The Pharaoh speaks and unleashes the onslaught, and there is only light.」
you've unlocked: super dramatic thread ending
He might almost respect it, if he didn't feel the strength of its attack rending him apart then and there. He's hardly aware that he's shouting in pain. He's not really aware of much of anything, except dying; melting away from the outside, disintegrating into dust particles from the inside.
Perhaps...this man simply doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing. But Mettaton does. He will not forgive it lightly, and if he was right, then there was purpose behind this...it wasn't as innocent as a regular dream.
He knows.
Because as Mettaton gasps and bolts upright in his own home, breathing as if he ever actually needed that air in his lungs and checking himself for any lasting injury, he's reminded of one thing.
He didn't need to sleep, and usually couldn't.
This was foul play.
This...is a person in this city judging him. And he'll find them.]