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
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► 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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[mttbrandlegs]

Would you have chosen death?

[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.]

[puzzlingly]

「Atem freezes before actually reaching his throne.

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.」

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton glances around at that, because it's hard not to realize that everything's looking a little less sharp than before. THe influence of his surroundings also seems less...potent, and the strange manifestation of his aching SOUL reintegrates with his body, giving him the strength to straighten up again.]

...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.]

[puzzlingly]

It does not.

「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.」

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[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton scarcely has time to try and struggle free of his bindings as Atem summons a creature that appears to be made of molten gold brought to life. He winces against the blinding light reflecting off of its own segmented body, like the sun of the Surface incarnate.

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.]