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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The lights blind her: but Bianca has been a stage performer for more years than she can easily remember. She may not know where she is, or what kind of act the crowd's roaring for, but her back straightens, her chin lifting, as bone-deep as a dog pricking her ears at a scent. She is on ground as familiar as the inside of her head.

Rosie is an entirely unfamiliar version of herself, but if that surprises Bianca, she doesn't dwell on it. Her mind is racing too hard to put the pieces together: the snarl, the scent of blood, the vicious hunger in the sound of the crowd. They don't howl like that for a music festival, and Bianca has her long knives in her hands.

Bianca is quicker, stronger, more agile than a human, and it's only this that gives her time to lock her eyes on Rosie's. When she moves, it's purely defensive - one long knife slashing at the air in front of Bianca's throat, the other guarding her belly, her feet stepping in the oldest of all dances as she tries to dodge the rush without dropping her eye contact.

It works better if the contact is skin to skin, but Bianca's strength is in her eyes and her voice. She doesn't know how resistant Rosie might be, and part of her curses her sentimental self for not having tested it, back when they were awake and themselves. Her voice comes out rock-steady, as though they were alone in the dark, smooth and forgiving and infinitely loving, dark silk woven around hypnotic bands of steel.

"Rosie. Stop."

Unfortunately for Bianca, Rose is used to dealing with fellow non-humans as her opponents. Speed is the wolf's woman strength; what she doesn't have in brute power, she makes up for with quickness. She's surprised at the parry for that reason. But then she's locking eyes with the other woman and-

She feels a tug of something compelling. Even with the roar in her ears and adrenaline already pumping in her system, Rose is suddenly uncertain. It isn't the first time someone's tried to manipulate her mind though in the ring. She doubts it'll be the last. They love pitting psychics and others against the brawlers. Makes things more interesting.

"I can't," she answers. "If I stop, I die." And Rose can't afford to die.

"Damn it," Bianca begins, and then there's no more breath to spare, because she's having to defend herself.

She won't win this by force of arms. Rosie's more than a match for her in speed and strength, and while Bianca's had some training and many years' experience, almost all of that has been sparring or recreational bar brawls. The best she can do is fend Rosie off for a while, maybe leave a few slashes to remember her by.

"Rosie, listen to me. This is still Hadriel. You're dreaming. You won't die. Whether I do or not."

They'll heal in time. They always do. If this weren't a dream, she'd probably scar though at least. It'd be a reminder of Bianca and the shame, the guilt of murdering her as well. She remembers all of them though, even without marks to recall. Every single light behind their eyes she's extinguished, every taste of blood on her tongue. Rose will never forget.

You're dreaming, the strange woman says. She talks about a place this Rose doesn't know. Yet, there's a pang of familiarity maybe. Hadriel. Hadriel, where has she heard that before? "You're lying," she says, emphasized by another swift slash of her claws and snap of her teeth.

They always lie. Rose has done it herself, even. Anything to win. Anything to live.

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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