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- !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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He snorts, “Sounds like a pretty fancy name for something that isn’t that complicated. My friends do that with oil and a lighter.”
“Sounds like those’ll give ‘em away if they try to come after us. We’d see the fire.” He’s assuming there’s fire.
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As it becomes easier to see and hopefully Firo's eyes have adjusted to the light and darkness, she releases her hold on his wrist. She keeps walking ahead of him, leading them down cold and drafty pathways.
"Not fire. It's laser tech. And they shoot as fast as bullets, so there's not much seeing them coming." She makes another turn, her perfect memory being of great help.
It's still strange, being able to talk. She could always understand people's words, even before they realized that she could. But this communication thing is still new to her, so she struggles to figure out what she should say, let alone carry a conversation.
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With his newfound (relative) freedom, Firo continues along behind Rey, snatching occasional looks at their surroundings. He has to remind himself of the urgency of the situation to keep from examining the mushrooms. "This place is weird as hell. What's it supposed to be?"
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"It's the Ashwater Underground City, also called the AUC." You know, in case it becomes a mouthful. "It's about a mile under the surface city and is several miles wide, housing three sectors. There should be a monorail tunnel that'll lead us above ground."
While she talks, the echoing mechanical whirs capture her attention as well. She pulls on Firo's shoulder, indicating that they make a left down a more cavernous passage than continuing onward towards the more man-made looking tunnel. Because a patrol vehicle the size of a tank just happens to be coming their way.
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He follows with no struggle. Once they're away from the turn by a few paces, he asks quietly, "What was that?"
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Like it wasn't bad enough when all they had to worry about was the mad scientist types in the facility. If only it would be that easy.
She nods at the passage ahead of them. "Down here. Should cut into a route that leads to the monorail."
For someone who has been trapped in a glass box for most of her life, she sure does know a lot about where to go. Helps when she has the layout of the whole underground city downloaded into her brain. One of the few things she can thank her previous 'rescuer' for.
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Firo finds his mind going immediately to the normal concerns of the gangster—wait, how to bribe these guys? How are they supposed to run their rackets if they don’t know the guys personally? Then, of course, he realizes that this is the least of their concerns and that the Martillos aren’t here anyway.
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"In the surface city, yes. Things work differently down in the AUC. More militarized. Most civilians don't even know much about its existence."
The whole underground city beneath Ashwater is more or less an old legend to the surface world.
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“No civilians? So who lives here, huh? Just soldiers?”
He finds that hard to believe—they haven’t seen a single shady bar or nightclub, and those always do well where there are soldiers or sailors. Not that he’s disappointed not to see such things.
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"Researchers and the like," she replies curtly. "Heard that they have living quarters for their families down here, too."
Hard to think that anyone would bring their family in this place, but most of the researchers weren't allowed to return home. Someone must've thought that it'd be easier that way.
She slows down to a stop when they reach an opening. More lights illuminate the tunnel, revealing what appears to be some sort of subway system.
"This is it."
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“Wow.” Firo looks up and down the length of the tunnel before them. It looks almost like the trains and the like back home.
“I don’t have any change for fare.” By which he means, how the hell are they going to sneak onto this thing?
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Sorry, Firo. Your sarcasm may have just been lost on her.
She steps onto a narrow walkway, usually reserved for the maintenance staff when they need to work on the tunnels. The lighting leaves something to be desired, given how dim it is here.
"Don't need a fare." She points to her left and keeps walking in that direction, her footfalls and voice echoing off the concrete walls. "There's a security checkpoint up ahead where supply cars are supposed to stop. It was supposed to be an alternate escape route when leaving this place the first time, in case the original plan didn't pan out."
Implying that this isn't the first time she's ever made it this far.
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He glances around as he follows. “What happened the first time?”
That explains how even a lady in a cage knew to get around so well—though Firo’d initially assumed that she’d simply been free before being condemned, so he hadn’t been too worried. The idea that she’s failed before isn’t so comforting, but they know better now, right?
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"I-I don't... I don't--" The wavering she had expressed earlier when he had found her return to her tones. She brings her hands together to realize that they're shaking now. Her skin starting to burn up. "--don't want to talk about it. I can't. Ca... n't. Can't."
She whips her head from side to side, trying to rattle the sense back into her. Focus. Don't lose it here!
Jaw clenched, she attempts to straighten herself and push forward down the walkway. They can't wait. Not for long.
"Th-there's not... much time."
As she says this, a single light peers through the end of the tunnel behind them. The sound of a train gliding across its tracks approach them.
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He reaches out for her shoulder, wanting to steady her. “You don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to. Come on, let’s just hold on and wait for it.”
tw: suicide attempt (fiOHNOOO)
That's when she feels his hand on her shoulder. And something just snaps.
She is wicked.
Not much time, she reminds herself. There is not much time.
She deserves to--
Without another word, she moves to hurl her weight towards the tracks, into the path of the speeding train.
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“Hey! Cut it out! What the hell’re you doin’?!”
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For a moment, she screams with it, her voice drowned out by the raucous sound. It disappears into the tunnel, the light fading into the blackness, just as her hope of ever finding an end to this nightmare also fades.
Her knees buckle then, her whole being almost despairing as the train comes and goes. She collapses to her knees, over the narrow walkway.
Eyes wide, she shivers and bites down on her lower lip. If she was equipped with such a feat, she'd be bursting into tears right now. But she can't muster them. Even if she did, what right does she have to cry now?
No. She doesn't get to cry. Monsters don't cry.
Firo is probably expecting an explanation, or at least an answer to his question. But she doesn't have anything beyond a choked noise and an empty stare.
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He doesn't yet release his hold on her, and he jerks one hand to give her a shake.
"What the hell was that, huh? You escape from that shithole just to die out here?"
He doesn't even stop to think that it's harsh or that a gentler tactic might be better here. He doesn't intend to be abrasive either--there'd be no point--but he sure as hell wants to know what's going on.
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That empty expression twists into that of despair when she remembers that there is an exception. She isn't supposed to feel this way -- she isn't supposed to feel anything.
"I killed her," she finally says through breathy gasps. Panic and adrenaline courses through her in light of what she's done, and what she almost did. "The woman who created me, who called herself my 'mother'... She was trying to help me get out and I killed her. He made me kill everyone else, too, so that he could..."
Despair turns into anger, into outrage when she realizes that Firo hasn't let her go. Her teeth clench as she jerks in attempt to throw his hands off her.
"What do you really want from me?" She's seething now, and it sinks in that she still has no reason to trust this person, even though he is trying to help her escape.
Not everyone who has done 'good' for her had honest intentions, though. It's hard to forget that.
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Her movement loosens one of Firo's hands, and he tries to buckle down and grab her again. There may be no immediate danger, but better safe than sorry.
"What do I want from you?" To say he wants nothing would be a lie and unproductive besides. People don't ask questions like that because they're prone to trusting or believing in the charity of others.
"First, I want you to stop throwin' yourself in front of trains. Think you can do that? Then we've gotta keep movin'."
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"I destroyed the only good thing I had. I was the one who was supposed to be terminated. It should have been me, not her," she says through clenched teeth, her expression crazed. "They were right about me. I'm defective. I'll end up getting you killed, too."
Because that's what she does.
She hurts people.
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He could condemn her for killing a mother of all people. He could interrogate her about why, which he's kind of tempted to do. He could also try to offer this obviously distressed woman comfort.
But he doesn't, because now isn't the time for talk, and he's just not the kind to get touchy feely now. So practical it'll be.
"If we don't hurry up and get movin', it might still be you killed." He would've parroted her wording on 'terminated,' but he can't think of it that way without feeling disgust. It sounds like the way Szilard would talk about people.
"So come on. Which way now?"
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Her gut wrenches when part of her wants to figure out a reason for him to deserve it so she wouldn't have to feel bad about it.
Or for her not to feel anything at all, as she's supposed to.
In the end, there is nothing.
Composing herself with deep, ragged breaths, her muscles clench as she wills herself upright, to look ahead down the dimly lit tunnel where the train disappeared. Her jaw tightens.
"There is only one way," she says as she starts to move to her feet. A hand reaches over to grab the one Firo has on her shoulder, but doesn't make to remove it. She just needs confirmation that he's actually there.
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He's startled by the gesture--he had expected her to move his hand and was about to draw back for that reason. He stops himself, though, and leaves it there under hers.
"You gonna be okay to walk by yourself?"
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let me know if this is too much!
It's perfect, thanks!
eggselent. :|b
:D
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