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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.
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He's so distracted by it that he misses the footsteps in front of the shack and only notices them when they're partially outside the door. Rome's eyes widen slightly and he moves, startlingly quick compared to his earlier stillness.]
Hide-
[He grabs at Tucker's wrist, trying to tug the other man back behind the second curtain, the one not currently laying in a pool on the floor. The bathroom, he thinks? It's small and cramped but they can both fit and be hidden from view when the door is finally kicked open to reveal- Rome, the younger one, hands bloodied from the recent slaughter. There's a dark expression on his face, and behind him is the woman that they'd seen earlier as well, with the silver braid.
Neither of them look particularly happy.]
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He waits, watching Rome and the woman as they search the tiny dwelling. If he can avoid it, he'd rather not try to fight them, but at this point, he might not be able to. They've sort of brought the fight to him, and they're between him and the exit. Though wasn't there more of them? He keeps a mental note not to bolt without looking first.
For now, he remains entirely still and silent. He even slows his breathing, knowing the range of wolf hearing is greater than most.]
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-she's not here. [The woman finally says, her gaze piercing as she glares toward dream-Romulus. She clearly isn't happy about this, whatever it is, and Rome avoids her gaze as best he can. Her tone is accusatory:] You hesitated.
[It's cramped in the bathroom. Rome can feel the push of the silver at the end of the curtain rod hampering his senses. He tastes it in his mouth, metallic and cold, but he forces stillness. He would, of course, rather Tucker not see this, but it's not like they could just go out there, guns blazing. For one, they'd have to kill Rome- another version of him, at least. For two, Fenrir would likely kill them both in an instant.]
She- Captain, she was a child. [The dream-him finally says after a long pause. It sounds weak, even to him. His voice raises slightly and he turns toward her.] It's likely our superiors didn't know-
[What happens next is a whirlwind- a loud sound, a slam that shakes the entire shack as Fenrir takes a forearm to the front of Rome's shoulders, fist against his collarbone as she shoves him back against the nearby wall. She's shorter than him, smaller, but when she leans in and speaks, the imbalance of power between the two werewolves is clear. Her voice is a low growl, not to be questioned.]
You're too blind to see what this is, Hart. They're waiting for us to fail- your handler has his finger on the trigger. Do this again and I will not protect you. Do you understand?
[He nods, knowing better than to speak. Her fist eases slightly, but she still keeps him pressed back against the wall, keeps her tone even.]
You are going to find the girl and finish this. I will exclude your complications from my report. You will not falter again.
[It's an order, unquestionable. The dream-Rome gives her another small nod and she eventually relents, letting him up off of the wall. His captain stalks away without another word, casting a withering glance toward the curtain that Rome and Tucker are hidden behind. She doesn't see them- or if she does, she's not supposed to somehow in the fabric of this dream, and so she keeps walking.
Rome- the one in the room- rubs at the hollow of his shoulder for a moment, looking down at his firearm in a silent reflection of the conversation. There's little emotion to it: one moment he's considering her words and the next, he's steel, unexpressive and not dissimilar to the Rome who Tucker had first met the previous month or so. After another handful of seconds, he's gone as well, leaving out the back door in search of the girl who he had been ordered to hunt down.]
...we should move, [Rome finally says, opening the curtain to step out.] After a moment. So we can be sure that they're gone.
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Whoever's in charge of these two, they're literally treating them like animals, just using them as dogs to hunt down their own kind. Which Rome said, yeah, but Tucker takes everything he hears with a grain of salt, always assuming that the speaker is exaggerating, or twisting the truth for their own agenda. Sometimes they're just remembering things wrong, or talking from a perspective where they didn't see the full picture. Looks like Rome wasn't.
Seriously though, what the fuck. People in Tucker's world are shitty about werewolves too, but at least they don't force them to murder each other. (They do that themselves.)]
Yeah, sure. [Tucker moves out of the bathroom, keeping low, trying to see through the doorway outside. He figures that carrying around a shiny metal pole won't be the brightest idea outdoors, so he ditches it, shoving the St. Christopher medal in his jacket pocket.
There's something he wants to know.]
Was that real? Like, is this a memory? I figure it is, but I also know dreams do weird shit, so: is this really how this went down?
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Yes.
[It's a simple answer to a simple question. The gun is loaded, like he remembers. He rearms it.]
Normally I'm- not an onlooker. When I dream about it.
[He's the one doing the killing, just like he remembers. He's the one doubting the necessity of it, just like he remembers. He's the one who doesn't let his softer side get in the way of the slaughter- just like he remembers. There's a certain visceral misery to replaying the same steps over and over again, unable to change it, unable to know if it could have been different in the first place. He followed orders. He did what he was told. Questioning whether or not he should have changed things is the precipice to a very frightening sort of cliff that Rome is nowhere close to being able to scale, so he accepts it, like he always does. Moves forward, like he always does.
Dreams about it, like he always does.
Rome's jaw is tense and he peers out onto the street again from behind the curtain.]
It usually ends when I find the girl. I don't think it will be long now.
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[He'd prefer that, honestly. If they can just sit in this weird hut and not have to run around and try not to get shot, that is vastly preferable. But before either of those options, he feels like he has to clear the air on something.
This isn't just a random dream, this is a memory. This actually happened. Which means Rome's bullshit explanation earlier didn't just come from dreamland. It's something he's actually had in his head, something he's probably used to justify this to himself a thousand times.
And that's fucked up.]
Hey, you do know this is bullshit, right?
[He puts a hand on Rome's shoulder, but he's ready to pull it away if Rome gets testy.]
Like I'm sorry this happened to you, but you have to know that. This is wrong. This is fucked up. What they did to you is super not kosher.
[He has to know that. Right?]
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[If this dream is like the others. If something isn't different now that Tucker is here.
He's not expecting the sudden contact but he doesn't quite flinch away- the other man is taller than he is and when they're closer like this, Rome has to look up to him. He's used to it, but it still sets off a small warning bell in the back of his mind. He hasn't forgotten that his acquaintance here is... well, not a werewolf per se, but similar enough and foreign enough that it skews his instincts sideways. He's good at repressing them, he always has been, but it's still there, a murmur in the back of his mind that amplifies when James touches him.
He's also not entirely sure what Tucker is trying to say- whether he's admonishing Rome or his superiors or both of them and he resists the urge to be defensive about it, instead forcing the sort of calm that's come to be expected of him.]
It isn't my place to judge what was done.
[He finally says, shaking his head.]
To me or to anyone else. I'm not... [he falters just for a moment here, struggling for the right word] ...I don't- have that. Whatever it is that makes you able to pass that sort of judgement, feel the way you feel. A soul, or a higher form of sentience, or whatever you'd like to call it.
[Slowly, Rome takes a step back, reasserting the distance between them.]
You're looking for it in me. It isn't there.
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[Tucker has to take a second to collect himself. This is so unlike him, getting emotional about things, getting angry. He never gets angry, not really. He lets things roll right off of him, because they don't have anything to do with him, they're not his problem.
But this is somehow... personal. He can't help it. He's still pissed.]
Yeah, it is your place. You're the one who gets to decide how to feel about things that happened to you, or that you were there for. Shit, you can decide how to feel about stuff that's got nothing to do with you. That's the benefit of having emotions.
[Even animals have emotions. Which Rome isn't. He's not letting that one go, because if Rome's just an animal, then what does that make him? He's less human, even. He's not human at all, he was never human to begin with.]
You're trying to tell me you don't have, what? A conscience? Because I call bullshit.
[He points, vaguely, in the direction that dream-Rome left.]
You gave a shit. You didn't want to do this. I saw that. Now I don't know shit about souls, but as far as I'm concerned? Same thing.
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And then? What else were they wrong about? What other rules can be broken? It's a step from a very high precipice and Rome isn't willing to trust that there's a bottom to it, or that it won't somehow swallow him whole. He isn't ready to jump, he isn't there yet, and the idea of ever being there is more terrifying than anything else.
He doesn't know a lot of things, he doesn't feel a lot of things, but that sudden strike of fear is something he feels- that Tucker is picking at a thread interwoven in the fabric that makes up the core of his entire life, and that he's frightened of what would happen it if unwound.
Still, Rome barely lets on that he's struggling at all. The pause is longer than normal, he stares off for a moment or two as he recollects himself, and then he nods slowly.]
Maybe.
[That's all he'll grant him. Rome opens his mouth to speak again, but before he can, a piercing, terrified shriek echoes over the campground- not close, but amplified by the dream, the kind of sound that can't ever really be forgotten once you've heard it.
He tenses at the sound, recognizing it, and looks back toward Tucker.]
...it's over. You're going to wake up now.
[He swallows hard. Just as loud, as if it's happening right next to them, comes the sound of a single shot. The world starts going black at the edges.]
You're only dreaming.
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The scream makes Tucker's heart beat faster, but the gunshot seems to freeze it in place. He can feel consciousness slipping in, dragging him back from the dream. He only has seconds left.]
Don't forget. Think about it.
[And then he's jerking awake, pushing himself upright, but everything's at a slightly wrong angle. Oh, right, he went to sleep his other form.
He glances over at his phone on the table beside the bed, thinking of firing off a text at Rome. He can still feel a weird tug in his chest, a mixing of anger and sadness. But then, he's never been great at talking about emotional stuff, and outside of dreams, he barely knows the guy. Despite Tucker's command, there's a chance he doesn't even remember.
Another time, maybe.]