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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[hot_mes]

Law falls back in behind him, following him away. Metaphor or not, putting it behind is the only way to go forward. "I've already had my vengeance," he admits, though that simple statement belies a much more complicated tale. "The rest is living. At least as far as this goes...I'll know. Someone will know what you know."

How many other people may wander in to see this, he has no idea. Nothing is predictable around here. But so long as he wakes up with the memory, Law will definitely be in on the secret.

[stealer_ofsouls]

"There's a story in there," he says; the statement is open, but it's not a direct invitation. If the other man wants to share, he'll share; if not, there's still the shared experience of their similar pasts.

The thief shifts the burden of his child self to his other side as they walk and he wonders what it is he's really carrying. Himself? His memory? Some metaphysical symbolic extension of things? Or just a trick of a dream, something that'll disappear in the morning? He knows not, and supposes it matters not. Whatever is to happen will happen, and he'll deal with it as it comes.

"Thank you." The words are awkward; it's probably clear he's not used to saying them. "If someone had to see it, at least it's someone who can understand it."

[hot_mes]

Law nods - there is, but he's not inclined to tell it. It would take too long, anyway. It serves to also acknowledge the thanks and then brush it off with shrug a moment later. "It's a little disturbing to know that the same scenario can play out across different worlds," he murmurs. "But then, humans really are the same no matter where we come from."

[stealer_ofsouls]

He’ll respect that silence — after all if tables were turned, would the thief so willingly share his own life? Likely not. Besides, constant talking is highly overrated in his opinion; there’s as much to be said in silence as in words.

“At some point I’m going to ask where it is you come from.” Now may not be the time for that discussion, but it doesn’t bother him if so. “And not all of us are the same. Some of us tried to spare a child.”

[hot_mes]

"At some point it might matter." The sands awash in moonlight seem to just go on forever, maybe if he keeps walking he'll walk out of this dream and into someone else's. Or maybe they'll walk together until the silence becomes unbearable and tales have to be told just to break it. "What can I say? Maybe someone else's influence is rubbing off on me."

No one the Thief King would know. Not unless he got the chance to meet the real future Pirate King. But that's somewhere in another dream on another night.

[stealer_ofsouls]

“When it does, you’ll know someone who will understand.” And perhaps they’ll walk clear on until morning, through the changeless desert. It’s not a bad thing (provided of course that this is a dream and not something else). But there’s something calming about the endless sands though, the sleeping child against his side and the stranger walking nearby. Maybe it’s simply the contrast to the carnage visited upon his village. Whatever it is, he’s not going to examine it too closely.

“Remind me to thank him,” the thief laughs. “Or maybe I’ll just steal something for him.”

[hot_mes]

Walking on until morning, then, whether in reality or not, an oasis of quiet in the burning lands. Law sniffs a chuckle in turn. "He's the man who's going to become the Pirate King," he suggests, "I have a feeling he'd appreciate that kind of tribute."

But those are kinder thoughts for another dream. Rage won't enjoy a good meal if there's too many hopeful feelings in here.

[stealer_ofsouls]

"Been a while since I've stolen a crown." The statement comes with a smirk; this Pirate King sounds like the kind of man he'd like to meet. "Could be fun."

But for now, a quiet lapse in conversation is welcome within the cool of the night sands. It's not the outcome his younger self had actually lived, but the illusion is one he'll not argue.