[ open ] i had a dream last night where everyone was trying

[kirkwalled]

Who: Hawke + Various CR
Where: The Meshwork
When: Chapter 4
Summary: This is catch-all log for Hawke's dreams! I'll probably do only about 2-3 but I'd like them in one place. Anyone is free to stumble upon most of them though.
Restrictions/Warnings: Kirkwall being Kirkwall essentially. And Corypheus being a giant dick.

[ Dreams will be in top levels below! I'll be writing them in prose, but please reply with brackets. :') Thanks!

And anyone is free to hop in, even if you have no cr with Hawke. She's fine, it's fine. It's fiiiiiiine. Personal one on one dreams will also get their own top level! Hit me up if you want one. ]

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the fade sucks pass it on

[kirkwalled]

The dream opens up a character (yours, perhaps) quickly plummeting down to the earth. There's no stopping the descent until, with a sudden arresting movement, they are caught in air and land feet first in the dirt. When they look up, standing on the wall to their left is a man and suddenly the dream is filled with an intense feeling of platonic love.

The man's mouth quirks and he comments -- "Well, this is unexpected."

And then suddenly, to the right, hanging from the ceiling is Hawke. She's in armor (minus helm), with a very large sword at her back. She looks pretty exasperated but with the emotions coating the dream, there is also apprehension.

"If this is the afterlife, the Chantry owes me an apology. This looks nothing like the Maker's bosom."

And like that, the dream shifts and the three are walking on a path together. Reality bends in front of them, skulls in the dirt and corpses hanging lifeless in the air, and there's a sense of Hawke growing more and more genuinely frightful, even if she keeps her cool despite it all. There's also a sense of familiarity, as if you've been here before. It only takes a bit of walking before without warning, a voice speaks. Deep and chilling, it vibrates the ground underneath them and shakes the walls with it's arrogance.

"Did you think you mattered, Hawke? Did you think anything you ever did mattered?"

The emotions plummet, apprehension growing into a sickening feeling in her gut. She knows what's coming next.

"You couldn't even save your city. How could you expect to strike down a God?" There's a pause and suddenly, nastier -- "Fenris is going to die, just like your family and everyone you ever cared about."

Then there's a loud sound of skittering and large gruesome spiders swarm around the corner and start heading straight toward the trio with nasty, biting pincers. Hawke withdraws her sword and Varric, his bow, and while the dream is suddenly caged in a sudden, icy fear, Hawke has it in her to bark out --

"Well, that's going to grow tiresome quickly."

Now, it's time to fight a bunch of spiders. Great.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Considering how stationary Angel's life has been for almost half her time in this world, you'd think the abrupt change in scenery would be shocking for her, being somewhere other then the confines of those four walls, but it's not.

She barely has time to catch her barrings when she lands before the scenery shifts and she's faced with the surrounding death and decay, not a new sight to her but to see through the lens of a recording camera is one thing, in person it's a lot...more.

She's not even listening to the voice echoing through the area as she backs up, away from Hawke and her companion, tripping over a loose rock (or is that a part of a skull?!) as the spiders encroach on them.

She screams.]

[kirkwalled]

[ Hawke's caught then -- in the heavy layer of dream, she doesn't know reality from fantasy and instead she thinks of the spiders. Of the Fade. Of Corypheus and his terrible, terrible words. She's lifting her sword when Angel steps back, not yet processing it until the scream and -- ah.

A glance back to Angel has a confused expression blossoming on Hawke's face suddenly. Wait, that's not right, where's the --

Oh, spiders. Hawke charges forward then, sword swinging down in a cleanly practiced movement as she slices through a spider. Again, with another spider as the fighting continues -- crossbow bolts and sword swings ringing in the air.

She finally calls back then, to Angel. ]

Are you to fight or are you just wasting my time, serah!? There's more coming and I'd prefer not to die today!

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ She's brought her arms up at this point, covering her head as she tries to shield herself from the spindly, gross...everything. Kicking at them best she can to keep them away. Through her arms she watches Hawke, moving with impressive speed and precision, an arrow from her companion pinning one of the spiders by Angel's feet to the ground with a disgusting splat, it's green blood speckling her calves. When Hawke calls over to her, she calls back ]

I've never fought in my life!

[ And who the heck is "serah"? ]

[kirkwalled]

[ This is -- strange. Why would Hawke end up with someone who couldn't hold their own, especially in the Fade? There's another confused look here but the dream carries on and Hawke is incapable of dwelling too long. Instead, she cuts down another spider and in the pause, grabs at her belt, trying to look for -- ah! A dagger.

She'll pull it from the sheathe and toss it towards Angel, jerking her chin towards it. ]

No time to start like the present!

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Angel scrambles towards the dagger as it skids across the ground in her direction, grabbing it by the hilt with both hands and holding it in front of her. She stabs at the air wildly, trying both to hit her targets and cover her face from them. It's uh..not going great. ]

Help!

[kirkwalled]

[ Oh my god, Angel!! Come on!! Hawke throws another look back and honestly? She gives a loud groan before stomping over, cutting down the spider nearest Angel and pulling her roughly by the elbow. ]

You -- you are going to follow me and stick as close as possible. We have to find a way out of here and I can't do it with you nearly dying on me. Do you understand?

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Listen, just because she's a dream version of herself doesn't mean she's not still all skin and bones! She stumbles a little when Hawke pulls her up but manages to steady herself before she topples into this strangers chest. ]

I understand. Thank you, um...