Event Log: Dreamwalker

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Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
► 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!
► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.

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Hakkai~Open~ (cw:a lot of gore and blood with a hint of incest)

[stepford_smiler]

恐懼:FEAR

[If you've never known the feeling of your very existence slipping through your fingers like running water, you'll know it now. Imagine watching yourself in a mirror turn into someone, something that is both foreign and familiar at the same time.

Look at your hand, are those claws? No...they're just your normal fingernails, blunted and harmless. Has your heart stopped beating? No, no, it's still there.

Who are you? You are you? But who is that?

After you're finished examining yourself and making sure you're all there, you see a man who has lost himself. Is that even a man? It is not. It's a monster. That's what you're looking at, a monster.

Three men are at his feet, their forms barely recognizable from their guts strewn from their bellies. Blood is everywhere. In fact, it's even on you. Blood is on your clawed--oh wait--normal hands.

The first man you see on the floor is blond, his face was once beautiful. He looked holy from the robes that used to be white now stained with a deep red. A piece of his neck is missing.

The second man, or is that a boy? Is laying close to the blond as if he tried to protect him. His eyes are wide open. They're gold and looked like they had all of the warmth of the sun, but were now cold and soulless. There was a hole burned through his stomach that smelled of cooked flesh, blood and bile mixed with each other to create a putrid smell.

The last man was closest to Hakkai, his hand clamped onto his ankle, but it wasn't attached to his arm anymore. The blood that coated the rest of him was as red as his hair. He looked like he was strangled by something, but what could it have been?

Hakkai was holding something, a woman's body. The woman was bleeding through her stomach and her face looked similarly to his own. She was holding a dagger in her lifeless hand as if she died holding it so tightly. He gently stroked her hair, only making streaks of blood through it. His eyes were crying in spite of their dangerous appearance.

Bring him back]

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ The details are all there, if smudged, finished at the expense of other senses: the magnetic, sensible closeness of two of those bodies, the exact shade of his hair—and it must be his. He's dead. Of course he's dead.

But if he's standing here, it occurs to him, there's a chance that he can tell Hakkai that it's okay.

He steps forward. The soles of his boots crack, sticky. ]

Hak—

[ His voice cracks, too, and it startles him. He raises a hand to his throat and tries again. ]

Hakkai?

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai turns his head slowly, his hetero chromatic eyes falling on Gojyo. It is like he didn't recognize him as Gojyo, he had already destroyed him. This couldn't possibly be Gojyo.

He looks back to the woman in his arms and lets her drop to the floor. Her body thuds sickeningly onto the pavement as his bare feet squelch in the gore underneath him.

He makes his way towards Gojyo threateningly without responding to his name.]

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ Shit. His corpse on the floor becomes irrelevant; Gojyo starts to walk backwards, trying to match pace with Hakkai, holding up his hands defensively. ]

Hakkai, listen. This isn't you, man.

[ Yes it is. He almost trips over his own feet, but he catches himself unsteadily. ]

You can come back from this. Give me a sign, here.

[stepford_smiler]

[The person speaks like Gojyo, too. But no, he's dead. He killed him. He killed him. Is this person mocking him? Is he belittling the fact that he could destroy everything around him and dangling the image of what he lost right in front of him?

He has to destroy this one too. He has to until there's nothing left but his own suffering.

Hakkai pushes off the balls of his feet and rushes towards Gojyo in a fury of claws and teeth. He isn't his normal tactical self, he's full on monster.]

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ Shit shit shit. He reaches out automatically for his shakujou, but it doesn't come—and that's good, he tries to tell himself over the involuntary panic. He's not going to cut off Hakkai's arm, or something. This is fine. He can live (or die) with this.

All he has is child's play compared to Hakkai, but he grabs for his wrists anyway—those claws could shred him in a second. ]

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai's wrists are grabbed, but he tries to push forward. The scent of death is heavy on him especially from being this close. He's growling and breathing heavily, his mind in a whirlwind of nothing but mental pain.

His teeth gnash at the redhead. He would have never wanted Gojyo to see him this way, but this isn't Gojyo, right?]

You're mocking me!

[His voice comes out in a snarl. That once calm and gentle voice was now distorted and twisted like he was speaking around gravel.]

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ The sheer force throws him off balance, and he bites his tongue when his head smacks against the ground, but he doesn't let go. ]

What're you gonna do, kill me again? After I was nice enough to come back and haunt you?

[ He spits out blood. Yeah, that sounds about right. ]

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai pushes closer and closer until his breath is pushing Gojyo's hair around his face. That's exactly what he is going to do, he is going to kill him.]

This is me. I am a monster, a demon. I did this to myself because this is who I am.

[The voice was coming from him, but it wasn't at the same time. What was heard was grunting and panting. But what was translating through the space itself were those words of self-loathing and regret.]

[inappropriatelaughter]

If you are then so am I, Hakkai! How much bullshit did we get through just for you to give up?

[ His voice is hoarse, but he's doing his damnedest to shout in Hakkai's face anyway. ]

[stepford_smiler]

If it happened once, it will happen again!

[Hakkai wrenches himself away from Gojyo and slams his foot into his side to kick him away.

This Hakkai is scared. This isn't rage, it's fear. The walls shudder around them and the bodies are gone. They're in a small house with everything strewn around them. It isn't their small crappy house outside of town, it's unfamiliar to Gojyo, but familiar to Hakkai--or rather, to Gonou. He no longer looks like a demon, but a human.

This time, there's a dagger in his hand.]

It doesn't matter what form I take...

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ It isn't the house, it isn't the sudden change of scenery; everything up till now had felt unquestionable, but—

—he didn't put his limiters back on. It clicks like a broken cog, over and over. This is not possible. ]

Relax, Hakkai.

[ He picks himself up off the floor slowly, cautiously, one hand on his ribs and the other outstretched. ]

Give it to me.

[stepford_smiler]

[His hair is still about the same length as when he was in his demon form, just a little more tame. He looks a little younger, too. But it isn't so young as to be unrecognizable to Gojyo.]

Aren't you scared? I can easily take your life...How can you trust me?

[At the word "trust", he throws the dagger straight at Gojyo's stomach. He doesn't have the demon-like strength or speed, so it should be more manageable, but it's still wicked fast.]

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ He has an answer on the tip of his tongue, but that's as far as he gets before he has to slap down the knife. It slices from the heel of his palm to the tip of his index finger, and the blood wells up too fast. He stares at it a second. The cog is still clicking, but that red is real. ]

It's been a few years. You haven't done it yet, right?

[ He's holding his injured hand away from him, a little—it doesn't sting, but he feels sure that it will if he lets it touch anything—and it's accidentally plaintive, palm up, fingers splayed. ]

[stepford_smiler]

[Suddenly they were in a village, yet again, unfamiliar to Gojyo. There were humans torn up by a weapon and people screaming. Hakkai was covered in their blood, but he was still human himself.]

These people didn't think I could be capable of this and now they're dead.

[Hakkai relaunches himself at Gojyo, his fists ready to connect with his face.]

"that's a false dichotomy, bro." gojyo adjusted his glasses

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ At least now he's manageable. Gojyo brings his hands up automatically, but only to block Hakkai's. The other possibilities flying through his head would be good for anybody else—break his arm, throw him, you're heavier—but not this. ]

What do you want me to say?

[ He spits again; his tongue's still bleeding. ]

You want me to say I'm scared of you? Too fuckin' bad.

[kickingand]

[ A massacre.

No matter that it isn't a horde of people, it is still a massacre- three bodies fallen and gored, the scene of sick and death and blood hanging like a cloud over the whole thing, making Dean's mind buzz with far too many reactions to count. The violence of it triggers something deep, and while there's an electric sense of fear, Dean's used enough to the inclination to run to keep from doing exactly that. He's here for the long haul of this, no matter what that may be and his teeth grit, his jaw clamping, fists curling in response to what seems what might be the inevitable end to this. He knows he'll have to protect himself, go down with some kind of a fight, but he has to know what's happened first.

What to expect.

What it is he's up against.

Except-- he's seen this guy before, hasn't he? He met him, chatted with him and his oddball little dragon and something is wrong, like Sam without a soul. Like himself, ripped open by the Mark and destroyed by- what? What's gone on here that's left Dean suddenly struck by the fear of having to kill someone he doesn't want to. ]

You do this?

[stepford_smiler]

[He looks over at Dean when he speaks. His eyes are cold and tragic. In the hetero chromatic green and yellow, there are as many emotions as there are none. Grief, fear, and sadness mix in with pure killing intent as his mind is left in shambles.

He drops the body he's holding, no longer feeling for it and it turns to a pillow of ashes. He holds out a hand with his palm facing Dean. Without a word, a ball of light starts to gather in the center. As pretty as it is, it gives off a sense of danger.]

[kickingand]

[ Oh, jesus christ, the dude's got powers. That makes this a hell of a lot more interesting, which is to say terrifying. Problematic. There's nowhere exactly to run to and yet Dean is by far more inclined to stand his ground, which is exactly what he does, stance something like a tree that's been up against too strong of a wind for too long. ]

You really gonna do this, huh.

[stepford_smiler]

[He is most definitely going to do this.

He narrows his eyes at the defiant stance. This man is just a human, but he's standing his ground anyways. It's too similar. The feeling of it is too similar to...to what was it?

He grits his fangs together and launches the ball of light at Dean.

At the once was holy man's lifeless hands is a Smith&Wesson revolver. It gives Dean the choice to fight back.]

[kickingand]

[ Why the hell doesn't he have his own goddamn gun. He always keeps his Colt close, jammed in his back pocket and when he scrambles for it he remembers this is a dream and you don't always come fully loaded in a dream. No matter how necessary.

Well, fuck.

Instead, he scrambles to move, to get out of the way, ducking frantically off to the side and hoping for the best that whatever is about to be shot his way doesn't go off like some nuclear ripcord of a bomb. He has no idea what it is, no goddamn clue and there's nothing he can do to figure it out either.

After a frantic moment of searching around himself, he finally sees the gun and crawls over to it, quick as possible, wrenching it from cold dead fingers without any manner of apology, not even checking to see if it's loaded, already taking aim. ]

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai pauses at the gun. He knows that gun can do a lot of damage, given its bullet's properties.

He glowers at Dean. He notices that he has a steady hand and good aim.

He sways in place for a moment, as if a breeze of consciousness blew through his mind and he speaks in a menacingly calm voice.]

Kill me...

[But he doesn't give much time for a response to that because he sways into a run, baring his claws at Dean to rip him to shreds.]

[kickingand]

[ If Dean were a better man, maybe he wouldn't do this.

Maybe he'd be the guy that shouted and tried to stop Hakkai, tried to do something to-- what? Make him see the goddamn light? But his life's being threatened in this exact moment and there's no time to stop and think, to wave a hand and hope for the best; that this guy might be able to see through whatever's happening to him and come to some kind of stark realization of who he once was.

And so Dean does what he's been trained to do, what he's done a million times over the course of his life.

He shoots, aims squarely, entirely unsure of what's even in this gun - if it's loaded, if it'll do anything. Because who the hell knows, he's never usually that lucky. ]

OH! OH HECK! I DIDN'T EVEN SEE THIS

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai is fast, inhumanly so. But that gun is special. When Dean shot, he was only fast enough to hit him right in the arm. There's a stream of blood flowing from the wound and it seems to be sizzling underneath his skin.

He slams his other hand into Dean's chest, his claws digging into the flesh there. He presses his weight onto him, but Hakkai is a very light man compared to Dean.

His breathing is heavy and his eyes are barely there slits like a cat's peering into the sun. He seems to be fighting with himself as he wiggles his claws inside of him.]

NO PROBLEMO

[kickingand]

[ This is hardly the first time that Dean’s been slammed into like this, had his chest torn open with claws deep enough to damn well near reach his heart. He should be angrier, maybe more terrified out of his skin, he’s not entirely sure. But this kind of shit still isn’t new to him, now matter how he goes about dealing with it.

Too bad he didn’t kill the guy with one blow, though.

No, Dean is instead left growling under his own breath, rearing back a fist to retaliate, creaming the guy in the face as hard as Dean can manage. ]