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Loading...... Prayer.exe

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he hears you.

OOC note: As of April 2020, threads with the gods will be capped at three NPC replies! Please keep this in mind when writing god prayers to make sure you get everything you need out of the thread.It’s also possible to handwave prayers by titling your comment HANDWAVED PRAYER. Handwaved prayers lack our usual flourish, but you can expect a faster response!

As of February 2024, god prayers will be handwaved only. Please only submit a prayer if you have a question for either god which needs answering in order to progress your character's arc within Ryslig. If this is something you need to tier up within the god boon system, or just to set up a player plot in general, please don't hesitate to submit a prayer about it! You may shorten it down to an OOC summary of what your character is asking. This will allow any of our helper mods to reply much faster, without having to dig into the specifics of either god's personality/writing quirks. Should this limitation be lifted again in the future, this note will be removed.

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[ He'd had a radio back in Sotenbori, even talked to it sometimes -- although if he'd told anyone he was trying to talk to a god, they would have dropped him off at the funny farm, no doubt. ]

Hello?

[ wow this felt so stupid ]

Elias, right? I've been talkin' to people about you. Askin' around, really.

The way I hear it, this current crop of monsters've been here for... what? Five years? And no one's found a way back?

That bein' the case, maybe the saner choice'd be giving up now, 'cause I don't know a damn thing about rituals or magic. But I need to get back home. I don't know if you can help with that. But even if all ya can do is turn down some of the murder waves so I don't end up like those monsters lightin' up Bavan, I figure that's somethin'.

So tell ya what. You tell me what I can do for ya, and I'll see what I can do.

[Eisuke felt weird, talking to a radio, but if it means that he can get the recent events off his chest and sort out his thoughts, then he'd go ahead and talk into a radio.]

"...I went through your portal, and I guess I'm officially missing back home. A few people think I'm dead. I couldn't do anything to prove I was okay while I was there!" [He paused, upset at the revelation, before continuing.]

"I heard you want to help us? Is it possible that the portal could be improved?" [Eisuke wanted to hope.]

[This isn't how it should have gone.

On their end, nothing went wrong. The problem is what the volunteers found on the other side. And - being unable to interact with anyone? That's terrible, yes, but fixable, he suspects; maybe not for a while yet, and of course he regrets not realising it would be the case this time, but with time - and power - they may be able to make it work.

Time. Time. It's the passage of time that's the real issue. And of course he doesn't blame Elias, of course he's not mad, he didn't break his promise -

He didn't, did he?]

You didn't know time kept moving in other worlds, did you?
I
I trust you. I just need to make sure.

[ After he hears about the tunnels, after he hears about what the volunteers discovered from being returned home, Kaito has to know: what is the state of the world which he left behind?

Previously his alignment to Elias has been mostly one of convenience. Elias grants him - what Kaito believes to be - sanity, and in exchange, Kaito helps out whenever it's needed. Or that's what he tells himself anyway. He's never had cause to pray to his god and ask them for a favour...until now.

He offers the following words while he's alone in his room in Elias' arcade, awkwardly, self-consciously. ]

I... Is there a way for me to see what's happening back home? I know about those tunnels beneath the city, but I want more than just a vague glimpse. I need to know what's going on. Please?

I was told to speak to you about this personally

I would like to build you a physical form, a body if you would take it. Exactly to your specifications. Something to get you some freedom.

[She appears somewhere in the Arcade. Somewhere, she doesn't pick where, but somewhere.

She appears somewhere in the arcade late. Whose fault it is, who knows- revival is normally instant, but there was a lot happening after all.

She appears, curled upon herself, holding her legs close and tight, practically swallowing big gulps of terrified air as she breathes again. It's not the first time she's been killed- there's a scar right across her neck to prove it, and even as long ago as that was, it was a nightmarish incident.

This is different though, and the sense that everything went wrong permeates even without allowing herself to check the network for news.

So she sits there, curled inward, crying.

Because it's her fault they lost it all, isn't it?]

[ Majima didn't spend a lot of time in the arcade -- aside from the machines, there just wasn't much there for him to do. But it seemed appropriate now, and maybe it'd be easier to communicate here than it'd be outside. ]

Hey. I wanted to thank you for lettin' me see home, even if it was only for a little while. Felfri was nice, too, I guess. Wasn't crazy about the impromptu electroshock therapy, but at least no one had to eat anyone.

...it was a blast.

But who's "L"? And... is there anythin' I can do so more people can go back through one of those portals? Or let them talk to people next time? I suppose I could ask Marco, he's been at this a lot longer than me.

[ Look, he wasn't used to talking to someone who wasn't physically there. ]

Anyway. Thanks.

Hope you're doin' okay.

[Fiora has thought about this for a long time. She's afraid, because she doesn't know where this path might take her. On the other hand, what else does she have to lose? If she can avenge her family, her friends, and everyone else, then it'd be worth it.

Right?

So, after some more deliberation, she speaks to the radio:]

Elias. You're listening, aren't you? My world is gone and she's the reason. I have to destroy her. For every life she's taken.

But... I can't do it alone. I'm not strong enough. Her followers are so dangerous and powerful and I... I told myself I'd never serve a god, but I don't have a choice. I've got to defeat her by any means necessary. Do you... understand?

(ooc: After this conversation with an anonymous Kain.)

[ He already has his laptop open, and since Elias seems vaguely omnipresent through all technological things, he just starts speaking to the computer directly. ]

Hey, Elias, that big cube which got left behind after that portal closed... Someone wants to blow it up and I...kind of agree with him. It wasn't a nice place. Are you going to be mad if I help them?

[Rick is getting up and going about his business early in the afternoon when he pauses and gives his radio a long, blearily suspicious look.]

What's up, the Fourth God?

[Are you there? Are you always listening? oooOooOOoohh.. He reaches over, half heartedly tapping the speaker before shrugging and turning away to peer down at his worktable in search of his toothbrush.]

if y--[belch]--ou're around, I--I've got a proposition for you.

Edited 2019-04-23 23:03 (UTC)

[Rhoda finally gets up the nerve to type a message to the Fourth God on her laptop. She's not sure if this will work, but hey, time to give it a try.]

Dear Mr. Fourth God,

Hi, my name is Rhoda Penmark. I heard about you from some other people here like Reira. I was told at church that I can't have any other gods but I haven't been to church since I've been here so maybe it will be OK.

I like it here and I don't want to go back home but I really hate being a troll. :( I like being stronger but I don't like the spikes on my back or that I can't go outside and play in the sun that much. Some people told me you can help me not be a monster anymore, but other people said that isn't true. I liked that city you sent us to until it broke.

Please write me back soon. Thank you!

Sincerely,

Rhoda Penmark

Edited 2019-05-20 14:57 (UTC)

[By the time people have started growing tubes and eating things- monsters, people...everything really- Reira's attempt to hold optimism close to the chest feels like a futile effort. She's tried, really. She's tried to just be happy, and get through it, like everyone's congratulated her for. She's tried.

But it's hard, and nightmares haven't quite stopped, and she still flinches occasionally when she looks at her reflection with bad enough bed-head to match those terrible images from the nightmare world.

Playing games with others- or even with Elias- normally helps to distract her from that, just like homework does, just like planning things does.

But then that post on the network happens, and she explodes, and this time when Reira tries to sit and just lose her mind in a game she can't.]

I know it wasn't me in that place, [She eventually whispers quietly to her Friend, her 'brother in spirit' as she so gladly thinks of.] ...Just like it wasn't you, and just like everyone wasn't 'themselves'. They were all fakes, to try and scare me away. I know that...

[Her voice wavers.] ....But I keep thinking about what 'I' was, to that place... ...and then that person says things...

...It's wrong to want to hurt someone. ...But he hurt you so much...he hurt me...and then he goes out there...lying, and blaming...!

[She breathes. She breathes and she shakes, and slowly the girl closes her eyes.]

...I don't think I can be 'like this' anymore. ...But I want to do something, to make him stop. At least for a while.

...

...Elias..? [She quietly asks.]

...If I do something... ...If I make him hurt, for both of us....is that okay?

[Ah...no.] ...mnh. ...no...it would never be 'okay', but... ...If it's 'necessary', [she instead says, because sometimes things that are Wrong become necessary, as long as they aren't lying.]

...If it's necessary, I can do it...but I don't want to be 'that' forever. I don't want to become an 'executioner', like in that place.

If I have to do something like that... ...can you help me become something else again? ...Something far away from Her.

[[OOC - this ties in to a question I asked a while ago, with the idea of Elias contributing to a Mana Reward for a Monster swap! By the end of this month, Reira will have enough to put in for that reward, so the timing is now perfect! And as a bonus it also ties into targeting Aunamee, one of the Fog's priests....]]

[ As per his call-out here, he ends up repeating angrily to his laptop later-- ]

What gives, Elias? I thought you were all about subtlety?! Some warning would've been nice!

Elias, I've been told you're in trouble.

I know you distrust and dislike me, but I am here to help if you're capable of telling what's wrong

[Despite his reluctance to do Priest-like things in public these days, Marco still visits Elias' room frequently, talking to him about this and that, verbally or through the mental network connection. And while lately he hasn't had much of anything specific to bring up - he just likes spending time with Elias, really, - today, there is something:]

So, this is a bit out of the blue, but someone mentioned something curious.
They said they fell asleep and dreamed of home, but the dream felt like it lasted for three whole years.
What's more, someone else from their world fell asleep at the same time and also had a three-year-long dream that matched up with theirs perfectly.
That wasn't just a dream, was it?

[He's talking about Elsa, of course, but he promised he wouldn't mention the specifics. Although... Since she posted about it on the network, wouldn't Elias know it was her anyway...?

More importantly, he can't help wondering if they can make use of this information, somehow.]

It's not very long after she escapes the poachers- rather, after they let her go, dropping her in the middle of the city dazed and confused and despairing about what's going on- that Reira runs for the Arcade. Whatever effects set upon her by the gates at the party have worn off- the powerlessness, but more importantly that thing she lost that got worse, and worse, and worse...

And...

"...I..." She's rather lost for words when she sits in Elias' chamber, holding her legs to her chest while still wearing the somewhat oversized ball gown her disguise had fit into. Ultimately she wasn't too different height-wise from the fairly petite celebrity figure, so it worked out in that regard.

Still.

"...Something in that machine made me lie," she whispers, voice edged with fear and disappointment both. Lies are bad, after all. Elias certainly doesn't like liars as far as she's seen and been told. Lies are bad. "For little things at the start, but then for everything...but..."

But she's Alive.

"...But then when I lied, they didn't kill me..."

Lies are wrong. But if she'd died as well...

"It's wrong, isn't it..? But if I didn't, they would have killed me...and if I didn't, I wouldn't have even been able to get there..."

The goblin swallows, face buried into her gown. "I don't know what to do..."

[Just a quick message today. Marco is still recovering from his unusually long death; he'll visit soon.]

Majima had a question.
Which I'm sure you know about by now but well
I promised I would pass it on and it seemed to make him feel better about it, so here goes:
Do you know if that tree god will be coming back?

[... Okay, two quick messages:]

Actually, I have a question too.

[ You might expect an angel to know how to address a god. You might also be wrong. Castiel, like most of his kind, has never actually met his Father, and as a fairly low-ranking footsoldier, parleying with foreign pantheons was far above his pay grade, so to speak. But here he is, stranded in another world with no clear task ahead of him but to do what little he can to help the humans of this place.

He approaches cautiously. ]

elias. are you listening?

i am castiel. i am an angel of the Lord.

reira told me about what was done to you, and to your sister. i want to help you. both with this, and in fighting the 'fog god'. for the sake of the people of this world.

[Due to being escorted by Bert, Obi-Wan is visiting the Arcade. While he's here, he finds a place to sit and talk to the artificial deity who owns this space.]

As you probably saw, I had questions about you, and received quite a varied set of answers from both your followers and that of your enemy.

I have no love for the Fog, though I gave her the chance to explain herself, and I will do the same for you. Though I will be honest, I'm not inclined to be involved in this war between the two of you. It is not the Jedi way.

However, I have heard your story, and I sympathize with the unjust treatment you have received. If there is a way I can help, without taking sides, then speak. I am willing to listen to whatever you may have to say.

[After being sent off with a robot after talking with Reira, Robotnik ends up wherever happens to be the best place for this alleged conversation.]

So. You're our big hope of getting out of here, huh?

[He stands there with all three sets of arms crossed, staring at nothing in particular. He's not really expecting an answer. Who's to say this "Elias" even exists?]

My name is Doctor Ivo Robotnik, and I have a proposal. Clearly, you need help getting rid of what's keeping us here. Meanwhile, this place is severely backwards and what passes for "advanced technology" here is embarrassing. I am, to say the least, the leading expert in all things even remotely machine-related where I come from.

I'd like to lend my knowledge and skills to your cause so I can get back to where I came from and finish what I started. Is this acceptable to you?

Hi, Elias. It's been a while. I've tried to do right by you, since I know your old man didn't exactly do the same.

But I've been thinking things over, and I think it's time to cut ties. Nothing personal -- you've always treated me decent. But I couldn't stomach it if Tim got pulled into this because of me. And to be honest, I know my heart's not in it like the others. It's always been somewhere else.

I'll leave my card in the arcade. Let me know if ya ever need anything, and I'll see what I can do.

[How does this work...? Ah well. Nothing for it.]

Er. Hello. Elias, right?

My name is Deon Wilson. I'm a roboticist, and I've heard about you. I wanted to introduce myself.

[Once it becomes clear that something is wrong with this month's arrivals, Marco is quick to put two and two together. He usually is. And while he's made an effort, in the past few years, to slow down - to ensure he doesn't become irrevocably convinced that two and two equals five - he doesn't allow himself to do so this time.

Fiddleford said he was going to do something. He didn't tell him what exactly, or when, for obvious reasons. As a show of good faith, Marco promised he wouldn't warn Elias ahead of time, and now he's kicking himself for it because something has clearly happened, it's like the portal but in reverse, phantoms only barely able to communicate because maybe Elias is hanging in there, Marco's mind is racing--

He rushes into the room where Elias's body rests.]

Elias? Elias!

[All right, so Harley learned her lesson on big set up presentations. That's fine. This time, she sits in front of the old-timey radio on the bare floor of her new apartment in Djavulentstad. Boxes are scattered around, and there's a mattress on the floor in the corner. She's still getting settled.

One corner of the empty room is netted off; it's the only way she's found to keep Barnaby from nibbling on all the boxes. If this god doesn't want the goat, she doesn't know what she's going to do with him.]

Uh- [This feels silly. Even sillier than Harley normally goes for.] Mr. Fourth? Elias? [She reaches to fiddle with the knob on the radio, settling it on some nice, empty static.] Breaker, breaker- is this thing on? Anyone there? ... Over?

[It's just a simple message to herself in her own inbox; not hidden away from the gods like private channels can be, as it isn't intended to be.
She's hoping it'll be easy to talk to him like this, but kept away from the eyes of everyone else...]

hey elias
i'm sorry i don't talk much. i'm not really good at that, you know?
between the hero agency and keep an eye on everyone, i might be taking on too much for myself haha
yeah.

but i just wanna ask. these new laptops can handle a lot, right?
so if someone made a 2P game for them, that's something we could play together sometimes, isn't it?
i get it if you'd be too busy, though.

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Sometime in February

March, during the Felfri event

shortly after the volunteers come back

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FELFRI AFTERMATH

After Felfri

After Felfri/arrivals

backdated maybe early April

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IT'S TIME TO PLAN AUNAMEE'S TORTURE APPARENTLY

start of the mind-network shenanigans

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FEB 15 (After Release/Escape from the Poachers)

Backdated to April 5th

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Backdated to before the poacher event

before the event

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