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hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- agent new york,
- ai ebihara,
- amos kamiya,
- arya stark,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chris,
- damianos of akielos,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
- gansey,
- gojyo sha,
- gren,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- krieg,
- lilith,
- lucifer,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- rey,
- shadow the hedgehog
Event Log: Dreamwalker
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!
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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Sure do.
[Not constantly, but if there's a pack to share, he'll have one. Amos carries some usually but he most often uses them for trading purposes....or bribing.]
[The silence from the shed is interesting, but given dead bodies are gross Amos isn't inclined to investigate. With all the blood on the ground, if the victim (or attacker?) isn't dead, he's the next best thing to it.]
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[ He comes back into the doorway, hands covered in blood this time, and tosses Amos a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter, one at a time. ]
So where'd you get that accent?
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[Amos catches the cigarettes with his free hand, then sets down his beer and catches the lighter with his other hand. There are advantages to being mostly ambidextrous. He taps out a cigarette and lights it.]
New Orleans. S'where I was born.
I've traveled a lot since then, but the accent's stayed.
[He tucks the lighter into the carton and tosses it back to Gojyo, an easy underhanded toss.]
Thanks, chief.
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[ He says it like he's testing the sounds. Never been there! Not really sure where that is. But whatever, that's cool. He catches both and pauses to light one for himself. ]
You catch a lot of shit for it?
[ He goes back into the shed. ]
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Lotta people think it's charming, though.
[His boss, for one: it was the reason she'd chosen him, so long ago. Other people hear his accent and automatically underestimate his intelligence. Amos has never understood why a Southern drawl seems to indicate a lower IQ to the rest of the world.]
Where are you from?
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[ He says it with kind of a bored fondness, as if he'd expect any stranger to know where it is, and that it has its faults.
And then he comes out with a neatly-severed human arm in his hand and tosses it on the grill. Just like that.
He seems not to be aware that he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. ]
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[Amos has no idea where Chang'an is, though it sounds vaguely Chinese (and when might be more correct). The abrupt appearance of the severed arm gives him a different train of thought entirely, however. He eyes the arm on the grill, then looks up at Gojyo, taking a slow sip of his beer.]
Guess you ain't cooked out much, huh?
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[ Which comes out as a very confident self-convincing effort. It takes him a second, but he follows Amos's line of sight to the arm. ]
What? Okay, so I don't usually cook.
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Yeeeeah, s'what I thought.
Your fire ain't big 'nough to cook that quick, unless you're planning on slow-roastin' it all day.
Not to dictate your plans or nothing, but if you're looking to eat right quick-like, might wanna slice it up thinner.
[Amos shrugs elaborate and returns to his beer. Dead is dead and no help can be given to them. He doesn't want to be lunch himself, and if some other dead body being eaten saves his own skin...]
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Oh. [ He scratches the back of his neck. ] Yeah, that makes sense.
[ Mostly it looks like he's trying to save face, but he takes the thing off the grill much more reluctantly and delicately than he tossed it on and disappears into the shed again. ]
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[Well, isn't that interesting? Distaste in having to work, or does he actually not want to handle the remains? Amos purses his lips and stares at the shed thoughtfully, musing. How very odd.]
Don't s'pose you've got anything that ain't people to eat?
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Yeah, sure. Lemme see what's in here.
[ Something like a refrigerator opens inside the shed, and it hums loudly for a long moment.
As soon as it stops he comes back out, one hand on either side of the doorframe, a little pale. ]
Okay, um. I guess not. Man, I am having the weirdest day.
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Really? Howso?
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Just feels like I been sleepwalking for like, a month.
[ He stands up straight and glances around. ]
Where'd I put that beer?
[ Oh, it's…in the shed. He stares over his shoulder for a second, steps back toward the fire, and pulls the door shut. It's just gonna stay in there. ]
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[Amos watches, then sticks his cigarette between his lips. He leans over and fishes out a second beer, and holds it out to Gojyo as he comes over.]
Seems like we're both havin' a funny kinda day.
Wanna talk about it?
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Nah, it's—I mean, it's whatever.
[ He waves the idea away. He has a bunch of bodies in his shed and he doesn't remember putting them there but he's pretty sure they are indeed his handiwork, but it's whatever.
On the other hand this guy didn't exactly call him on it, which is kind of weird in itself. ]
Why's yours funny?
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Not every day I crack a beer with a demon polite as yourself.
Last one I met was kinda cranky an' more'n a little rude.
[Amos counts being shot at as very rude. Demons with submachine guns are not on his list of 'nice folks to meet.' Then again, he's not sure he's generally happy to see anyone packing that much heat.]
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His hand shoots out of its own accord, grabbing for the collar of Amos's shirt. ]
Get the fuck out of here.
[ There's no real anger in it; as far as warnings go, it's pretty uncertain. ]
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[The moment Gojyo's hand moves towards him, Amos moves. He's not as fast as a demon, but he's quick for a human, and spooks to his feet, dropping his beer so his hands are free.]
[Sudden reaches from anybody tend to make him duck away: it keeps him alive.]
[He doesn't run just yet (where would he go?) but stands wary, feet set for balance.]
I don't s'pose it'd matter if I said I ain't lookin' for a fight?
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[ He didn't step forward to catch him, but now his arm is taut at his side, like he's waiting for the cue to draw some weapon that isn't there. ]
You can't be here, man. I don't really wanna kill anybody right now, but I'm not the only one around here.
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Ah, the whole 'don't make friends with food thing.' Gotchya.
If I ask real polite for directions, you won't screw me over, will you?
[Amos moves a very slow step back, widening the distance just a little, edging himself out of ready grabbing range. Just in case. He's not that great at fighting.]
[He's absolutely brilliant at running the hell away though.]
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If I were you I'd go fast, and stay off the road.
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Thanks, chief.
Nice meeting you. Thanks for the beer and the smoke.
[As Gojyo moves away, Amos takes a chance and eases from his wary stance into a quick, respectful bow. Being polite never hurts, after all. With that, though, Amos heads off, circling around the edge of the clearing.]