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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( This all feels so entirely real, so much so that it's almost surreal to imagine. All these years, she's considered it nothing more than a story - it's simply too fantastic to have really happened. Any kings of England surely weren't selected by a mythical sword, right?

So, um, give her a minute, because the sword is one thing, but Merlin is another. Kate shakes her head and clears her throat - okay. This is...

Probably about as fantastical as anything in her life could possibly be. )

You gonna try?

( She can't deny that there's a part of her that wants to see just how stuck the sword is, but Kate doesn't make a move for it. )

[ She nods. ] Yes. But I will not just try.

[ Her voice doesn't have a trace of arrogance, and somehow it's believable despite sounding ridiculous. Surely, there's no way to know that she'll succeed, but she does. She will. ]

The king is a servant of the people. He rides into battle without fear of death, and offers his life for their own. [ Words she's been taught, but clearly believes in full. ] That is what this country needs. That is why I will draw the sword.

( There's something in that tone where, despite the fact that this girl doesn't look like a King Arthur, Kate finds herself believing in it. A familiar resolve, a hope for the future that conjures images of a friend she trusts above all others.

She glances over at the jousting competition, then back to the sword, to the girl. )

Don't look like they're gettin' anywhere, anyway. Go for it.

( She wonders if it could be true, if that familiar belief is well-placed or not. )

[ She laughs a little, following Kate's gaze to the contest, then stops herself. Kings don't laugh. ] They will likely joust until nightfall. Then, someone will claim that the victor cheated in some way, and so they will start again tomorrow.

[ Her tone isn't arrogant. She doesn't think they're idiots, or that she's any better — she knows what it's like to be foolishly competitive. But kingship deserves a more surefire method... like a sword in a rock. Obviously.

The dream seems to waver when she looks back at the sword. It's clear that once she draws it, things will end, hope being replaced by something else. Regret at her actions, anger at her failings. But today, for this moment in time, her heart is still overflowing with positive emotions. ]

What is your name? Perhaps we might meet again in the future. [ Things won't be calm until she unites the country, but she seems to think it might be possible anyway. ]

( It can't be any worse than the jousting, really. But maybe it's the effect of the dream and a myth that suddenly seems to be real that has Kate thinking it seems just as sensible as anything else.

She takes one last look at the sword as she's asked for her name and glances back at the girl. )

Kate. ... It's Kate. What's yours?

( Would they meet again? She doesn't know, but somehow, here, it feels possible. All things do. )

[ Arturia is her name by birth. Artorius is the false name she's been living with. But, one she draws the sword... there's another name she'll be known by. ]

Arthur. [ It sounds right when she says it. There's no posturing, no grandeur; the name carries no weight yet. She'll have to earn that. ] The king was my father. That is why it falls to me to draw the sword.

( You don't say. Kate's expression takes on a flicker of something - recognition, perhaps - at the introduction.

This must be a dream. She always believed this story to be a myth. Something told in primary school to make history seem less boring than it actually was. )

Good luck, then.

( She knows she doesn't need to say it. She does anyway. )

[ Likewise, Saber knows she doesn't need it. This is all destiny; from the moment she was born, and even before then, when her father had conspired with Merlin to create a suitable heir. Just like humans have their roles, one fused with the blood of a dragon like her has a different part to play.

But — perhaps because of that exact reason — nobody has ever actually wished her luck in those same endeavors. She suddenly finds herself a little flustered, coughing to disguise the nervous blush on her cheeks. ]

Y... yes. Of course. [ What happened to that Serious Resolve of a moment ago? ] I will go.

[ It's the same scene as always. Merlin is there the moment she reaches for the sword, having appeared without note or notice. They speak for a moment, the wizard using a slightly different name than the one she gave Kate a second ago.

"You should think things through before you take that, Arturia. Once you draw the sword, you will stop being human. Not only that, you will be hated by all humanity, and reach a horrendous death. Is that alright?"

She smiles.

"Many people were smiling. I do not believe this path is a mistake."

The sword slides out of the stone like it was meant to be hers, just like in the legend. At fifteen, the Once and Future King starts her campaign, and the dream ends before reality can catch up to her ideals. ]

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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