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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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And he imagines they want to spice things up considerably.
Firo instinctively goes for his knife, but finds it isn't there anymore. No time to think about why that might be; it's not like he needs it to be effective.
"I don't know how to drive this thing, so I'll take care of that." He tries to peer back into the train to see if he can catch a glimpse of anything.
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What he finds deeper into the train are a series of empty cargo boxes, lit only by a couple of dim lights attached to either sides of the ceiling. This rig was on its way out of the AUC, so most of the supplies had already been delivered. It's like a maze in the train car.
There is an odd sort of movement in the corner of the area. A sort of rippling in the air, like a mirror or a reflection on the surface of water. Firo may not recognize the cloaking technology, but something hidden is not fully unseen as it silently stalks near.
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And about to get cheerier, he imagines, when that rippling and waving catches the corner of his eye. He almost thinks it’s smoke or steam at first, but there’s nothing visible that could be causing that. Especially as it moves closer.
One way to find out what’s going on.
Firo shifts so that his left side is forward, presenting a smaller target to the thing and putting his left arm in a position to grab something coming his way while his right arm blocks.
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Metallic footsteps trudge across the floor, following the shimmering ripple in the air. As Firo forms a more offensive stance, it shifts. Lunges forward.
What's taking a swipe at Firo's head isn't something that could be human, as it is anything but. It's tall, standing at about nine feet. Lanky. Metal in place of flesh and bone aim to knock its quarry to the ground upon impact.
It does not breathe. Instead, what Firo will hear is the automated whir of a machine.
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"What the hell is this thing?!"
Metal? Something he probably can't take on without a weapon, that's for sure. He's not even sure how to begin with it.
...But he can at least try to keep it from this lady. He doesn't glance back to where she stands at the controls; he just tries to dash off in the opposite direction.
"Hey, you! Over here!" He doesn't know if the thing can understand speech, but trying to bait it has to be worth a shot.
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It turns and moves to follow him. It can't feel pain or frustration or exertion. All it processes is that Firo is a target that needs to be eliminated, and that it'll have to deal with the asset next.
While it's swift and somewhat invisible, it's also large. Ambling through the maze of iron cargo boxes, its movement sends them sliding and giving away its position. It wasn't made for combat in small quarters, as its 'head' scrapes the ceiling.
Some of the boxes Firo runs towards could be big and strong enough to contain it. If he can get it cornered into one, that is.
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"They really didn't think this through when they put you in charge here, huh?"
He pushes on one end of a crate experimentally. If they weren't metal, maybe he could push it quickly, but he doubts he can with this one. Too bad, they'd make a nice barricade. As it is, he positions himself behind a few to make the path nice and difficult for this invisible guard.
He waits for it to come at him, intending to jump up on one of the boxes and run when it gets close.
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The ground thumps. The air blurs. It charges, silent save for the footfalls under its heavy mass, drowned out by the sounds of the train moving.
Firo has only a small window of opportunity to jump. While it may be big and brutish under its cloaking capabilities, it's also fast.
Fortunately, Firo happens to be faster. When it crashes into the wall, the smoke and mirrors that made it mostly invisible flickers. Sputtering like a live wire, before it reveals itself to be a gangly, mechanical mess of wires and metal. Nothing sophisticated. It's more of a combat prototype than anything fit for a real battlefield.
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He hops down from his new vantage point and keeps looking over his shoulder as he moves back to the front of the car. “Hey, Fiona! Everything all right up there?”
Is it down for the count? It looks pretty bad, but Firo’s not sure; he doesn’t know much about these things. It could be a trick, too, if these things know how to do stuff like that.
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From the front of the car, Fiona glances over her shoulder.
"We're almost there," she calls back.
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He casts another wary glance back at it.
"You familiar with these huge, invisible tin can things? Like robots from those kids' comics."
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She doesn't expect him to try and describe it further, and instead pokes her head in from the front of the train to get a better look at what he's talking about.
Upon seeing the sparking machine on the opposite end of the train car, her eyes widen. "Firo, get back in here. I'm going to have to try something."
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The look on her face, if anything, convinces him to listen. He jogs back in and turns to stare at the robot. From her expression, he'd think that something is about to go pretty badly wrong; of course, he has no idea what.
"What? What're you gonna do?"
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"The weight of the other cars is slowing us down," she says as she flips over some of the controls at her disposal.
With a few switches, the train gives a jerk. She clasps a bar on the side of the window to maintain her equilibrium.
"Hang on." A bit of a late warning, as the train jolts along the bumpy tracks, and gains momentum.
If Firo can manage it, he'll find through the window between the control car and the cargo to be fully disconnected now. Everything linking to the front unit, including the car containing the machine, is now slipping back downhill into the tunnels behind them.
Perhaps it's something she should have done before letting him investigate the noise. Oh well.
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He turns to Rey, "You coulda' done that this whole time?" But then he thinks a little more and offers offhandedly "Thanks for not doin' that while I was back there.
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Though it sort of looked that way from Firo's perspective, probably. She is a quick learner, though. It doesn't take much for her to pick up on new things.
"Of course. Can't just leave you there to die." If anyone deserves that fate, it'd be her. For Firo, however, she doesn't speak her mind.
The train picks up. The light at the end of the tunnel doesn't reveal much in the ways of civilization or a world beyond these caves, but there's no stopping now.
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“Where to now? Are we goin’ aboveground..?” He shades his eyes with one hand and tries to peer into the light, but he can’t discern any details.
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She should be happy, but there is something off about her forced smile. Rather than expressing happiness and gratitude over the prospect of her freedom, the true emotion that remains is sadness. Resigned to the outcome that really awaits her in that light.
Brows knitted together, she turns her head to Firo and says something to him, but static drowns out her words. If he could read lips, however, she mouths the words Thank you, and that is all.
The train draws closer to the light, blinding them both. A voice resonates in the void.
State your designation.
Before an answer can be heard, the connection ends.
...
Rey wakes up on the floor in her bedroom, no less resigned than the woman in her dreams. Because they're the same, as they've always been.